My name is Tran, and I'm a Journeyman Harper. All my life has been spent reading and singing, drumming and bringing life to stories ages old.
I have been through small cotholds that... well, seem to have no regard for learning more than a few stanzas of this tune or that, purely to entertain themselves while they toil. I hope to change that.
I hope that my work will benefit everyone by keeping tales alive, by showing how Thread is fought, by learning about chemistry and math, and by seeking out new information...
I've heard about the Southern continent, heard there is a device or person, or place -- somehow all of these things at once -- there!
With a song in my heart, with my hides at my side, and hopefully -- with a dragon below me and wind in his wings, I shall find all the world's knowledge and move it to the next generation!
But what had happened? He couldn't get a really good view of the sands, there were people talking about a dragon, a missing candidate?
The word white kept popping up and he wondered why! He moved through the throng of candidate's families, weyr folk, and other onlookers, trying to get to the sands and see what everyone was talking about.
There, he saw an egg. A very small one it looked like, which had rocked itself out of the nook it had been in while the other eggs were hatching.
It had been a marvelously successful hatching before, why was this egg so special?
Tran steeled himself, he would find out!
