J'lin & Vemonth as Weyrlings

Vemonth grew quickly, and became very strong. The brown was nearly the size of a small bronze, and nearly as aggressive.

J’lin had once wrestled an escaped wher as a member of the Night Watch, and now as a brownrider, he wrestled more important things - like what to have for lunch.

His first day back in East Rock, J’lin sat in the dining hall at Ryslen Weyr enjoying a late lunch, when a tall swarthy man walked up. “Mind if I join you?”

J’lin swallowed and gestured to the chair opposite him. “Be my guest.”

The man introduced himself as Wingleader Im’mel, but that was as far as the formalities went. Im’mel filled J’lin in on all the East Rock things he’d missed while he was gone - White Releith catching a queen, and the resultant half-white offspring. Sxoith’s being flown by a black dragon... the list went on. It was a pleasurable meal.

Mmm... Vemonth murmured from his ledge.

“Keep dreaming, Vemonth...” J’lin said, though he knew it wouldn’t dissuade the brown from watching the agile flights of the lovely greens.

I could take any one of them, and you know it. Vemonth shot back.

“What’s he dreaming about?” Im’mel asked, setting down his mug.

“Greens, of course.” J’lin laughed. “We’ven’t been here a day yet, and he’s eyeing up potential mates... and bragging.” Im’mel nodded. “Mark of a virile brown. He’ll fit in well here. - If you’ll excuse me, I’ve some things to attend to.” Im’mel said, excusing himself from the table.

Later that afternoon, Vemonth stopped mid-rant about which was the most spectacular dragoness in the Weyr. Nadornth says flight practice begins at dawn - meet in the weyrbowl.

J’lin stopped mid stride. “Nadornth? And you are sure he was talking to you?”

Yes. He said ‘Vemonth, flight practice begins at dawn - meet in the weyrbowl.”

J’lin shrugged. “I guess that means we’ve been assigned to a wing. Who does Nadornth look to?”

Im’mel of course. Vemonth responded.

“That doesn’t surprise me in the least - I dined with Im’mel earlier. Nice fellow.”

Yes, he’s nice... and whoa! Is that green nice!

At evening meal, J’lin met the rest of Im’mel’s wing, and was warmly welcomed home to East Rock. The Crimson Blade Wing had grown yet stronger.