You follow one of the many paths leading to seperate weyrs when an
                                        odd chirping noise catches your attention.  You turn your head slightly,
                                        searching for the noise... and find nothing.  Shrugging, you continue on
                                        down the path.  Again, the noise repeats itself, closer now, almost as if
                                        it's right above you.  It sounds oddly like a firelizard and, considering
                                        that most of the candidates have firelizards, you wouldn't doubt it.  You
                                        look up and nearly fall over backwards.
                                            Hovering above your head is a firelizard.  An orange firelizard.
                                        The small orange flit looks down at you curiously, blinking yellow eyes
                                        before disappearing between.  You stare blankly up at the ceiling for a
                                        few moments when the chirping sounds again.  Distant now, in the
                                        actual weyr.  Quickly, you shake off your surprise and jog down the
                                        tunnel til you reach the candidate's weyr.

                                         Hi again, wanderer!  Thought I might catch up a bit on my stats.  I
                                        was born 17 turns back in the Hidden Valley.  It's a small plateau
                                        in the mountains.  There's a little village there that no one knows
                                        the name of.  I guess it's too small to name.  That's where I was
                                        born anyway.  On one of Mystic's usual visits, she noticed that I
                                        had a tendency to connect with dragons of any sort.  I guess she
                                        thought this was a useful talent 'cause a few weeks later, I ended up
                                        here with my own den and applying to be chosen.  As you can
                                        probably tell by now, I like being out in the open.  That and my
                                        unique fashion (and firelizard) sense helped me make a few friends
                                        when I first came here.  Well, I guess that's all you need to know
                                        about me.  Have fun, wanderer!
                                        Seneia

                                           You replace the scrap book on the table and turn to see Cantan and
                                        Dalnia involved in a game of tag... almost.  Cantan dips and dives
                                        though the air while Dalnia gallops happily after him, oblivious of
                                        anything else.  Seneia smiles her warm smile, seeing you finish with
                                        the scrap book.  You both say your good byes and you quietly tip toe
                                       out of the weyr.