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BACK to Candidate Page Back to Weyrling Page Impressed at Aden Weyr |
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K'yle and Brown Yenitoth's Weyr | ||||||||||||||
"Um, father?" Said K'yle's meek, somewhat high voice, in the arched doorway of Engell's office. The white-haired man looked up from a file, and furrowed his eyebrows at his son. "Why so formal, K'yle? Is something wrong?" K'yle walked in, and plopped himself down on the nearby chair, noting that while it was comfortable, it was NOT his father's chair and it was not designed to be sat in for any length of time. A visitor was what he felt like, in that chair. But then... "Not 'wrong' really, it's just..." K'yle hemmed and stumbled over words in his mind, before blurting out, "remember when Aden's queen rose and all those new dragons we had from there went out and participated in the flight?" He said all at once, breathless. Engell nodded, blinking to indicate his son continue. "Well, there.... There's another weyr, pretty new one really, called Falas Weyr. It's... not anywhere near here, at least," K'yle looked around, "not in *time*. And they've got several flights up right now... And, well, Yeni is looking to participate in them. One of them." She is lovely! I have never been so pleased to be lost in time before! Interrupted the dragon, who had returned to his typical ledge near the Weyrhold bowl's rim. "And, she's the junior queen, he's looking at..." K'yle squeeked out. "And there are lots of other dragons already participating, but he's really excited about it, and if he *does* catch her that would mean that I'd -- I'd be--" "K'yle, when have I ever denied anything to my sons?" Engell said, with a half grin on his face. "With Diamoth rising here, you *know* that she'll want fewer competitors. If she's flown by someone other than Lilioth, I don't know how it would ever work out. And Yenitoth is a healthy brown, a very fine dragon for you. He'd make a very good junior weyr leader's dragon." "But I wouldn't!" K'yle screeched. Even in his young twenties, he had never quite lost the edge to his teenaged voice. This time, he rose from the chair, with his voice. "I don't think I'm ready for that! What if they need me to be a wing leader? I'm *not* that good!" Engell lowered his head, but continued to gaze at his son, over the rims of his glasses. "Of course you are. Just because you ride with the Curriers, doesn't mean that you don't have a dragon rider's instincts. Your dragon chose you for a reason, son." Puffed up but deflated at the words, K'yle relaxed again. "I'm sorry about that, father... I just--" He took a deep breath, and bit his lips. "If Yenitoth does fly her, I'll be gone for a while." "No you won't be," Engell corrected his son -- K'yle, the inheritor of Alabaster Weyrhold. "You said they're not in our same time. What Pass are they in? Or Interval if that's --" "Tenth," K'yle blurted out. "I heard it was the tenth. It's way far off in time, from us." "Then you should be able to go there, be there as long as it takes, even for more than one flight's worth," Engell paused as his son took in a gasp, but then held his breath and started thinking about it, "and come back practically before you've gone. All you need to do is have a very clear idea -- and remember it -- when you are ready to come back, isn't that right? We can arrange a certain code fire, or a symbol for you, if you need to concentrate." "Why didn't I think of that?" K'yle said, gently punting himself in the head with the heel of his hand. "Because that dragon of yours has got it into his head so badly that he must fly her?" Engell hazarded, correctly. K'yle gave his half-grin, pale hair tossed into his eyes yet again. He tossed it away. "Then if you hear back from me it'll be with good news. If you don't, well..." Do not say such a thing! I must catch her! Niayith is ... so dreamy! Right. Well, you're in. So let me get packed before you jump back through time. It's hard to do that you know. Not when you know where and when you want to be... And I want to be right there when she rises to fly, K'yle! Right there!! |
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