You walk into the dim light of twilight, streams of light bouncing and reflecting playfully off of the 'Weyr of Blue'. Ahead, about 3 dragon's lengths away, you can see the opening of a weyr, it's large sunning ledge smoothed and rounded from turns of use. You walk closer, your curiosity taking over. It's entrance is very large, big enough to almost fit two dragons in at once. You laugh to yourself, trying to imagine two dragons stuck in the weyr entrance.

A young man walks briskly past you, as if he hadn't even noticed you. Strange, you think, continuing on your way. He walks up to the weyr you were looking at, entering without stopping. That must be his, you think, and decide to go take a look. You walk up it's old, carved steps, swallowing hard as you look to the ground below. You didn't realize you were up this high! Finally, you make it to the top, breathing a sigh of relief. The entrance looks much larger than it did before, but you keep walking, determined to talk to the young man.

You step inside, the large, blue painted walls encircling you. A large.. HUGE painting of a green dragon covers the ceiling, it's real looking wings stretching to cover part of the sides of the blue walls. "Hello?" a voice calls, causing you to jump. The tall young man stands from where he was sitting at his desk, hides in hand. His lean body hunched as if ready to attack you with his... pen? You hold in laugh as the young man straightens, lifting his head so you can see his deep, almost royal blue eyes. His soft looking light brown hair falls absently across them, and he struggles to push it back. "Can I help you?" he asks again, and you realize you must;ve been staring. You mumble an apology, saying, "Is this your weyr? It's awfully big!"

He chuckles, almost to himself, and says, "Yes, it is. The largest in this part of Sapphire Weyr. The Weyrwoman gave it to me because she wanted to see me paint it." he says, motioning you to come further into his weyr before he sits back down at his desk. You tread in slowly, sinking in all the bright colors and beautiful designs. "My name's Fyritin, by the way. I'm just a lowly painter." he laughs, turning his chair around to face you. "I was born at the Harper Hall, my mother was a wonderful Harper. And as soon as I was old enough to apprentice, I was send to copy records. My mother said my handwriting was beautiful." he says to you, offering you a chair to sit in. You accept, and sit down, looking around his large weyr. A small, mismatched looking bed sits in the corner furthest from where you're sitting. Soft looking furs are placed on it, almost perfect in their position.

"Well, my master told me my hand writing had become too beautiful for me to copy records. I was a little disappointed, but copying records is so tedious." his eyes narrow, and his long, handsome face gets a look of disgust across it. "But I really loved painting. It was so much fun watching the harpers look at my work. They were really amazed by it. That's when I decided to be a painter. My mother was sad, but she was so busy being a Harper, she had no time for me. I left the Harper Hall when I was only 13." he says, smiling slightly. "That was five years ago. Quite a few Weyrs and holds commition me to paint their walls like I did my weyr. Painting is so much easier than anything else I've done all my life. Then again, the Weyrwoman did say I was lazy."

"She brought me here to paint this weyr. It was supposed to go to a candidate coming from a large hold not far from here. From what she told me, he was to become lord of the hold. But he was such a brat. I met him myself. I thought I was going to beat him to a pulp if I didn't get away from him." he laughs, smiling wickedly. You laugh, trying to imagine the quiet painter beating up a future lord holder. His blue eyes sparkle as they meet yours, and he continues. "Well, when I got here and started my job of painting, a lot of the dragons came to visit me. Jewel's green was my inspiration for the painting on the ceiling, so she visited for long periods at a time. She's a really sweet dragon, I like her a lot. She would tell me I was a nice person, much better than the boy who was going to take this weyr. So she told Jewel, and convinced her to give it to me instead. She also told her that I would make a wonderful dragonrider, and she wants me to be a candidate! I was as surprised as the Weyrwoman, but she did just what her dragon wanted, and here I am She sent me to Xaviea Weyr to see if I can impress." He smiles, obviously proud of himself.

"I don't have any of my paintings with me yet, but I should be getting them soon. So if you're ever by again traveler, come see if I've gotten them. I'd love for you to look at some of them!" he says, his pale skin reddening slightly. You take one more look around, noting the large dragon couch just beyond the other room of the weyr. The last streams of dawn light sink below the rim of the Weyr, and you decide it's time you take your leave. You smile to the young painter again, and tell him you promise to be back. "Have a good night traveler, and do come back!" he yells to you, as you slowly make your way down the old, carved stone stairs, the moons showing their silvery faces.

Fyritin's Stats

Name	Fyritin
Rank	Candidate/Painter
Age	18
Sex	Male
Hair	Light Brown
Eyes	Blue
Mate	---
Dragon Name	---
Parents	Fyre, Cylitin
Siblings	Cyler
Children	---
Place Of Birth	Harper Hall

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