| Candidate | *Adult* | Navi Weyr |

"So, all you have to do is slather this stuff," Denver gestured to the large tub of salve, "on the membrane and then stitch it up?" He asked, puzzled by the long explanation for the fairly simple procedure.

Sr. Journeyman Ellis sighed. This was the fifth time he had to explain this to the obiviously intelligent young man. "No, no, no, no, no! You can't just do that." He said with distaste. "You must follow the proper procedure, it takes only a few seconds longer..."

Denver just stared at him, the idea not hitting home. "But those few seconds could save a flitter or dragon's life!" He protested.

Ellis rolled his eyes and looked sadly at the barely eighteen turn-old in front of him. "Yes, but if you skip through the procedure, you could mess is up enough to kill the flitter or dragon outright!" He explained.

The stocky blonde boy couldn't get the idea to sink in. "I know how to do it. Those little substeps are unnesessary!" He replied, getting angered. He was set in his ways and stubborn to the point of expulsion (from the beastcraft and harpercraft halls anyway).

He stood and glared at the journeyman, "What would you know about it anyway? I've been in this hall longer than you have and I've treated more flitters, even as apprentice, using my shortened method and all but one have survived!" Denver protested angrily. Tall Ellis rose and met the unspoken challenge, commited to by a pair of blue eyes to another pair of blue eyes.

"Then if you won't follow the simple steps.." Ellis began and was rudely interrupted by Denver, "Simple? Simple?" Denver practically laughed himself back into the chair. Ellis cleared his throat and continued undaunted, "I will have to reccomend you go home to mamma and dadda wherever they might be." Ellis sat confidently and scribbled down some notes on a piece of hide.

Denver's mouth gaped wide open, "Exxxppppuuullllsssiiiooonnn??" He managed to stutter. In the past few turns, he had been booted out of the beastcraft and harpercraft halls for reckless fighting (he has the scars to prove it) and for challenging his authoritive figures.

Ellis smiled smugly and reached over to give the blonde a noogie. "Hey cusin, where is yo momma and dadda now?" He asked, jeering and lasping into the native drawl of Denver's folk. Ellis was a milkbrother of Denver's fostered brother (Idennin), which made Ellis a loose relative.

A knock resounded on the wooden door and the creaky thing swung on its hinges. A tall girl peeked through and boldly stepped in past the doorway. She smiled sweetly, "Pardon my interruption, but I couldn't help overhearing you conversation and well, Denver," she asked, turning towards the muscular teen, "you are Denver right?" She paused and Denver nodded noticing the rider knots on her shoulders, "well, you see, Navi Weyr has eggs on the sands and I was wondering if you'd like to come with me and stand. My green seems to think, from what of your conversation she heard through me, that you'd be a good candidate. Sounds like you'll be leaving here one way or another anyhow..." She smiled feebly.

Ellis was obiviously in shock. Denver stood, dwarfed by the tall girl, abit miffed by her last comment and replied calmly, "So you'd say I am Searched?" He asked, turning on the charm for a pretty girl like her.

"Yes, I guess you could say that. Then will you come?" She asked, although she already knew the answer.

Denver grinned at Ellis, who was slumped in his chair. "Of course I'll go. Now about the time we leave..." He murmored and slipped a well-haired arm around the girl's waist as the two left the room. He looked back at Ellis over his tanned shoulder, "Sorry cuz, I guess you won't have to reccomend me. I'm leaving. Bye!" He told wide-eyed Ellis smugly and left down the hallway.