Kirfon
:Stats::Search::Candidate::Hatchling::Weyrling::Adult:
:Falas Weyr::Tripaldi Weyr:

Kirfon was in luck when he got to Falas. Gold Frelarnith and Bronze Qualith had just laid a clutch on the sands a day or two before he arrived. The Searchrider, P’mir he’d learned the man’s name was, must have headed out as soon as the clutch had been lain. Kirfon was grateful though and having gotten used to the way things worked at Pillok Hold had no problem fitting in and getting all his chores done.

So far there were only three other candidates, all female and all candidates for the gold egg. There were only going to be four candidates for this gold so that meant three people would be leaving disappointed because gold candidates couldn’t impress anything but the gold. Kirfon didn’t quite understand why the girls would put themselves through that, though he did admit that it was better to at least try for the gold and maybe impress less at a later clutch than to stand for the normal clutch a not even have a chance at the queen. He was quite glad that the men didn’t have to make such a choice though. All he had to do was show up and he’d have the chance for a bronze, though truthfully he didn’t care what type of dragon he got, as long as it wasn’t too small to fly whatever dragon Arinza Impressed.

Kirfon shook such thoughts from his head. It would be quite some time before he actually met up with Arinza again and there was no point in him dwelling on the subject for that long. He finished his chores for the day and headed back to his small room. He had a little bit of time before the Candidates met up for their afternoon lessons and got their afternoon chore assignments so he headed back to his room to write his father a letter. He hadn’t had any correspondence with his father since coming here and finally resigned himself to it. He had much to say but no way to say it that wouldn’t make his father think less of him. So he just kept the letter short and sweet and hoped his father would understand. 

Dear Sir,
     Father, I am writing as you no doubt know from Falas Weyr.  I am a 
Candidate for a gold’s clutch and am quite happy to be here.  I thank you for 
your interference on my behalf with the Weyr and hope you and mother will be 
present for the hatching, whenever it occurs.

Your son, 
   Kirfon

Kirfon frowned as he read it and reread it several times. Finally convinced he’d never be able to write it any better he went off in search of a fire lizard to take it to his father. That done he rushed out into the weyrbowl and joined the three young women in their preliminary Candidacy lessons.