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| candidate | adult | Sparkul Weyr | That was then, and this was now. The Searchdragon had intentially talked to me, and now his voice was only a distinct memory to the rich tones of Laiteveth's voice with which I was so familiar. My calmness has carried me through many a hard time since the Hatching, which was many a Turn ago, and kept with me steadily through Fog, Fire, and Fall. Literally. In my spare time, which in none, I still help out Retana at Aden and I also fly witht he wings there in addition to Sparkul's own. A rich tone entered my head peacefully, My hide itches and I think my weyr needs sweeping. You must find a broom. Laiteveth asked me in his stamental way with which I was only to glad to reply. I could use a bath also, this large weyr is quite the dusthole. You need to make an appearance to scare away the tunnelsnakes also. I answered him as a triangular-head peeked in from the ledge that connected the two-parts of our weyr. "Me? A candidate?" Wow. Me, a candidate. I could only stare at the rider infront of me in amazement. What could I have that might Impress a dragon? I might be a calmheaded person, but I certainly have my flaws. But, come on, everybody has flaws, if not my fault that I just can't stand explosive tempers, or badly organized records. That's why I'm the Asst. Recordskeeper here at Aden Weyr. I might be a little slow in the movement, but I'm lucky I can move at all. Afterall, I'm missing a toe, so I'm lucky to be able to balance. I'm grateful for that. The rider calmly shook me. "Well boy? You coming or are you not? I'd like to know soon... sometime this sevenday if possible." He said sarcastically and looked up at me. I towered over him, even though I was many turns younger. (Afterall, I had only 17 turns, compared to this man's probable 30 or so) A voice entered my mind and I found it to be startingly similar to the rider's. 30 turns? My rider? This boy is definately wrong. The dragon announced and I stepped back. The rider studied me, "Did you hear that?" I looked at him steadily. I replied with sarcasm, "No, I'm just scared becuase I heard a voice. Of course I heard that!" Now, the rider took interest in me. I'd lived in this backwater Hold all my life and I'd never seen a dragon up this close, they used to fly over on Threadsweep, but I'd never been this close. "Boy, have you ever heard anything like that before?" I shook my head. I'd heard drifts of conversations from the time dragons flew over, but I always dismissed that as nothing. He spoke simply and I knew to obey the simple command. "Come with me to Sparkul Weyr!" I gather my things and waited with baited breath for the Hatching. |