T'min's weyr

You walk into the weyr that you had heard was the home of the white dragon.  You see a boy about 17 turns old, laughing, and scratching the eye ridges of a small adult dragon, thats white!  The white watches you closely, eyes spinning.  The young man has hazel eyes, which you see when he brushes his tangled reddish-brown hair.  He is wearing a tightfitting outfit, with a large wherhide jacket for going between over it.  Hello, who are you?  Do you wish to see T'min? You hear a voice echo in your mind, and look around quickly.  Turning back to face the young man, you see him smiling at you.  "Sorry about that, Veonith is a very curious dragon.  Well... I like knowing about things!  Anyways, you do the same thing! The boy smiles up at Veonith, who stands as tall as he can, stretching his wings, though he is still smaller than the a regular sized dragon.  Veoniths flexes his wings, and hovers in the air.  The wind created by his wings is strong, and he calmly asks Veonith to stop showing off.  The dragon eyes him, then thumps his head lightly against his shoulder.

A green firelizard appears over your head, scolding at you, and you back up a little.  "Nasha!  Stop that!"  The boy calls out to the green, who flies over to him and hovers protectively over him and Veonith.  "Sorry about that too..."  You smile at him and tell him that its all right.  The green starts to scold you again, but the boy shushes her quickly. 
"Anyways, I'm T'min, and I Impressed Veonith from Talor Cliff Weyr."  You ask T'min about his history.  He shrugs, and starts to talk.  He tells you how he wasn't anyone important before he Impressed, just the son of a healer, his mother.  He goes on to say that his mother had had hopes that he would be a healer too, but when he had tried, he had messed up badly, and decided that being a healer was NOT what he wanted to be!  He had learned a few things, just enough for minor things, so that he could take care of himself.  He had never known his father, who had been caught in a threadfall.  He had been threadscored so badly that no one could save him, and he had died when T'min was just a little boy.  His mother thought it was all her fault that he had not survived, and had been heartbroken when his father had died.  But she was okay now.
"And then, a little while ago, a blue rider came to our town, and I was searched.  I found Veonith's egg after looking everywhere for it, and applied to be a Candidate.  And when Veonith hatched, he had a twin, Ahloith!  Ahlioth was also Impressed at the hatching.  They are really small compared to the other colors, and need a little more care.  So its a good thing that I learned some things from my mother, it helps me a lot."  He looks up lovingly at the white.
You smile at them, and look around the weyr.  It is kind of messy, but you see that T'min tries to keep it clean.  Off in a corner is a journal, lying on top of a slightly battered scrapbook.  You take a last look at the boy, firelizard, and white, then say goodbye and start out.  As you leave, you can see a sunning ledge off to the side.  As you leave, Veonith calls out, looking after you:  Farewell!

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