Read the Hatching Story Im'mel as a candidate

Imaraemel had gone willingly from the Gather at his father's hold to the Weyr. It was the chance of a lifetime, and he, the son of Two River's Holder, was to stand. He was very excited.

They'd allowed him to bring Tundir with him, and he spent a lot of time helping stock the weyr's feeding grounds. There was a lot to be done, and this lad wasn't going to shirk any duty.

When the hatching came, Imaraemel had spent the entire day out chasing down strays, with Tundir's help, of course, and was exhausted. He walked into the hatching grounds with everyone else, and stood there in a daze. He noticed his parents in the tiers of spectators (dispite the late hour) and smiled at them.

After a while, the eggs were hatching left and right... a brown made his way into the world, and over to his chosen. The chestnut colored hatchling stared at Imaraemel, and Imaraemel stared back, taking in every detail. Suddenly, the dragonet prodded him with it's spaded tail. Tell them! Tell them!

Imaraemel jumped. "Alright already, I'll tell them. His name is Nadornth!"

In the stands, Mejolin and Rehlla embraced. Now, hopefully, Sanjoral really would take seriously his oath...

Im'mel led his new friend out of the Hatching Grounds, and towards the pile of fresh red meat set out for the hatchlings. Nadornth happily munched away, looking around at everything with his sparkling faceted eyes.

After a quick wash in the lake, and a thourough oiling, Im'mel led his brown to the barracks, to sleep. Im'mel was about to follow suit when Weyrlingmaster D'tol stuck his head. "Im'mel," he said, "your parents want a word with you."

Im'mel left his dragonet sleeping, and went out into the star-lit bowl to see his parents. Rehlla hugged him tight, and they congratulated him. Suddenly, Nadornth bespoke him There's something looking at me. the brown said quietly.

Im'mel jumped, and his parents looked at him. "Nadornth... this bespeaking is going to take some getting used to." His parents nodded understandingly.

What is looking at you, Nadornth? Im'mel bespoke the hatchling, a bit worried.

It has four legs, a tongue, and it's hairy. The chestnut brown dragonet informed his rider.

Im'mel laughed. "Tundir!" His parents looked at him like he'd lost his mind. "Nadornth is being examined by Tundir." he explained.

What's a Tundir? the hatchling asked, curious, but no longer afraid of the canine.

She's a canine. Im'mel sent back, picturing herding with Tundir at his side.

oh. okay. the dragon sent back, and his mind slipped back towards sleep.

Rehlla and Mejolin stayed for a while, and chatted with Im'mel, then departed back to Two River Hold to spread the news.

Fuzzy... A sleepy dragonet said, and Im'mel went back into the barracks to find his canine snuggled up beside his dragon. What a pair!