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Impressed at Dawn Sisters Weyr

When the call for the Candidates came, Vrtanya was so relieved. She'd been worried that she would have to sit through yet another lecture in the hall about who to respect and who to order around. Not that Vrtanya cared one way or the other about ordering people around... The lesson was one she knew well, at home. Her mother, a Lady, was surely more bold than some of the riders at the weyr! Yet she'd never impressed. Vrtanya found herself wishing that her mother was there, at Dawn Sisters, for the hatching. Yet she could not be there. Her father Kalkin, once known as Vanya, surprised her, though. "Well, Vrtanya, they are keeping you well fed and sheltered, aren't they?" He said, and her aqua eyes nearly burst from her head. She stopped herself from squealing in delight -- he always winced when she did that! So she settled for a big hug, after launching herself at him and being embraced strongly. He was old, but he was very strong, and still healthy enough to appreciate his own rather attractive appearance. He strutted around most weyrs like he owned the place anyway. This time, though, he offered to help fly the candidates down from their classes and into the hatching sands.

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Kalkin left his daughter down at the sands, and greeted Weyrwoman Alora with a gleam in his eyes. Vrtanya wondered what had gotten into the old terror, but then the hatching had begun -- and she hardly had time to think about him! A brown hatched first, after a beautiful shaking dance. Then, two more, a blue and a green hatched and impressed. A brown and a green... Vrtanya counted greens until she found herself holding her breath. It would be a fine thing to impress at all... It would hurt so much to be left standing... Another egg, this time a blue, hatched. He called out, crying his anger and distress, while he fanned his wings off to dry. Vrtanya heard the weyrleader from the stands, laughing about him. But as the blue walked his way past the boys... Something struck Vrtanya. That little dragon didn't want any of the boys did he! No I do not! The blue bugled sharply, I wanted you! Because you are the best for me! "Of course, Hippolyth, of course!" Vrtanya laughed, and as they impressed the crowd clapped appreciatively.

"What do you mean, it isn't normal? My father impressed a blue, didn't he?" Vrtanya said sharply, at one of the green riders learning to fly their dragon. "I mean," the other said, "that girls ride girl dragons!" "Well, I have lots of relatives that are breaking the 'rules', then. Who says it's always got to be that way?" Vrtanya snugged the riding strap down and they both hushed up as the weyrling master walked carefully by. "Keep that attitude up," he suggested to the blue riding girl -- the first such impression at Dawn Sisters! "A good fighting dragon like him shouldn't be wasted on someone who worries about traditions... Except the traditions of the wing patterns!" "We've been working on those, sir," Vrtanya said, nodding. "Hippolyth and I think there are some ways to get a better spread from the greens and blues in a wing, too. But when we're actually flying, I guess, that'll be the real test of those theories." The weyrling master smirked a little, and went on his way.

We could use him. I like him. "Jere, what do you mean, use?" Shard asked, as they flew down around the Cothold. Vrtanya and her blue Hippolyth had arrived there, safe and sound, after completing their work at Dawn Sisters weyr. Nearly two turns old, adults, and able fliers. All right, Shard bespoke back, we'll ask her to join. And Dadalith! Shard sighed. "Yes, and Dadalith." They dropped to the ground and Hippolyth looked up and bugled happily. "You didn't tell me you were expecting more company," Vrtanya grumbled. She had wanted a little time to herself and her mother before they sped off in search of a wing assignment. Jeremoth chirruped something back to her Hippolyth, and they seemed to get along famously. The tall tan skinned rider of the Protectorate arrived to the door of the cothold and bowed to both women. "Raanatani, it's good to see you again." He said, smooth as ever. Vrtanya wondered if any of the children he sired were here... "Thank you, we have klah and cookies, naturally. I'm afraid I wasn't expecting such an important visitor," Raanatani glanced at her daughter who laughed, "so we didn't have any wherry on the roasting spit." "That's all right, I shall be brief," Shard said. He turned to Vrtanya and thumbed back at the pair of noisome blues outside. "Jeremoth and I have been thinking." "I heard about it. It's overrated. Thinking, I mean." Vrtanya put in, and Shard rolled his eyes. "We have been in need of a good rider like you in the Wing." Shard said, leaning against the door frame. "A rider with good sense about Thread, good betweening skills, and most of all a healing background." Vrtanya gave a grin, "ahh, father's work pays off..." "If he wasn't such a snit about it, he'd be in the wing too." Shard muttered. Vrtanya laughed, "so, which wing is this, the Healers?" "No," Shard said, looking at her with a gleam in his eye. "It's my personal wing, Shard's Spines." Vrtanya sputtered for a moment, and then Raanatani clapped her hands in glee. "Oh, my Vrtanya's going to be in the best Wing in the Protectorate! You keep him safe and sound, girl, he's quite the catch!" She patted Shard's butt, and scampered off, acting like a woman half her age suddenly.