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

Kirfon sighed as he watched Arinza disappear on the back of the dragon. He cursed himself silently, scowling at the ground beneath his feet. The dragonrider who had come to take him home put a hand on his shoulder from behind and he turned to face him.

“Pretty girl,” was all the rider said and Kirfon only nodded by way of reply. The dragonrider waited for a moment, perhaps expecting him to say something before realizing Kirfon was in no mood to talk. “Well, my job wasn’t actually to take you home unless you have some belongings there that you’ll need. You’re to come with me to Falas Weyr.”

“What?” asked Kirfon, looking at the dragonrider in disbelief.

“Your father knew it had always been your dream to be a dragonrider and as you refused to choose a craft he decided to contact us,” explained the dragonrider. “He demanded to know why we’d never taken you on Search and most of us Searchriders were a little baffled by his request because the only reason we’d never taken you before was because your father never gave us any indication we would be allowed to.”

“I can’t believe this!” exclaimed Kirfon, head down, eyes wide in amazement. “You’re serious? I really get to go to Falas to try to become a dragonrider?”

“You really do. Apparently your stubbornness in not choosing a craft paid off. Your father informed us that he hadn't wanted you to go to the Weyr, but as it was your dream and you wouldn’t do anything else he might as well let you go. Plus he added it didn’t hurt to have blood ties with the Weyr you’re beholden to.”

Kirfon shook his head; that certainly sounded like something his father would say. He then turned to look up at the last place he had seen Arinza on the back of the dragon. “What Weyr is Arinza headed to?”

“That was a Searchrider for the FGPC Special Clutch. Arinza will be at Falas for training after that clutch hatches,” was the prompt reply and a smile spread across Kirfon’s face.

“Perfect,” he said to himself fists clenched in determination. “I’ll go to Falas and Impress a dragon. Then when Arinza moves to Falas she’ll find me there and perhaps I can convince her that spending her life with a Lord Holder’s son is exactly what she needs.”

The dragonrider just watched with a slightly bemused smile on his face then arched his eyebrows at Kirfon when he turned back to him. “Well, shall we get going then?”

“Yes, let’s. The sooner the better!”

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