Karonil
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:Dark Moon Weyr::Tripaldi Weyr

Karonil was only twenty years old but he was finally going to propose to Deisah. He grinned as he dashed across the courtyard. His father was there speaking to a dragonrider and he frowned at Karonil disapprovingly. Karonil slowed his pace and flashed his father a happy grin. He hadn’t noticed the way the blue dragon’s gaze had been following him across the courtyard and so was surprised when the dragonrider called out to him.

“Karonil?”

He stopped, turning back and walking over to his father and the dragonrider. “Yes?”

“Nice to meet you, I’m K’var from Dark Moon Weyr,” the dragonrider had replied shaking the young man’s hand. “I’m going to get straight to the point here. Have you ever considered being a dragonrider?”

“No sir,” replied Karonil, answering honestly though the question caught him a little off guard.

“Why not?”

“I have everything I need or could ever want here, sir,” came the ready reply and Karonil arched his brows at his father, not sure why he was frowning so.

“Being a dragonrider is an extraordinary opportunity, Karonil,” said K’var, obviously feeling he needed to explain himself. “Merrenth here seems to think you’ll make an excellent dragonrider. Sure you don’t want to try?”

“No, I’m quite sure,” replied Karonil then jumped as his father’s frown deepened into a scowl.

“Excuse us for a moment, K’var,” said Lord Poneril, grasping his son’s shoulder and leading him a little ways away. “I need to discuss this matter with my son.”

“What’s wrong father?” Karonil asked once they were out of earshot.

“I can’t believe what I’m hearing,” said his father in return, concern in his voice. “Are you honestly giving up a chance to go be a dragonrider?”

“Of course I am,” replied Karonil, shocked his father would question his answer.

“What ever for?” exclaimed Lord Poneril in shock.

“For Deisah, of course.”

“Deisah?” Lord Poneril’s voice was incredulous. “You’re giving up the chance to be a dragonrider for some girl?”

“Not just some girl father!” exclaimed Karonil, anger rising in his voice. “I love Deisah, I always have. We’re going to be married and then I’ll inherit the hold from you.”

“You’d be better off going to the Weyr than marrying that frail little girl,” said Lord Poneril angrily.

“Father! How can you say such a thing? You know how strong my feelings are for her and I don’t care if she is weak physically she’s strong in spirit.”

“You’ll be lucky if she bears you even one heir my boy, I’m warning you. You want to inherit the hold, fine. I wash my hands of it. If you’re going to give up the chance to be a dragonrider for the sake of some silly girl who won’t last through the delivery of your child fine, you can have the hold and all the responsibilities now. I’m through.”

With that his father had turned and strode back to the dragonrider swiftly mounting the blue dragon’s back. Karonil had no idea where the blue rider took his father, had no way of getting in touch with him. His father had sent all the appropriate paperwork leaving the hold to him by way of that very same dragonrider who refused to tell anyone where he’d taken the former Lord Holder. Karonil had never forgotten the last thing K’var had said to him before he took off after delivering the papers.

“That’s an open invitation if you change your mind.”

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