Felarse's Weyr

A candidate at Avri Weyr	~* An Empty Weyr *~
	"Another candidate," you mutter. What is this, a craze to Impress a dragon? You knock on the door, remembering other experiences. "Comin', comin'," you hear a voice from inside. A boy, who looks to be about 13, opens the door, panting. He has bronzey coloured hair and hazel eyes. "'rry," he says, "Had to dash from Reycina. Quick!" he drags inside and behind the curtain. "Felarse! You get back here!" a voice comes from outside the curtain. You peek around to see a woman standing in a doorway, angry. She mutters something and exits. The boy comes out from behind the curtain and signals for you to also. "I'm Felarse," he says. "Why did she want you?" you ask. Felarse looks down, and says, almost mischeiviously, "I put oil in the klah." You sigh, saying, "Why?" "'cause Sielan dared me to," he answers. "Sielan?" you ask. "He's my friend," Felarse says. You nod, as if that explains everything. "I, myself,"Felarse continues, "Am a candidate. At Avri Weyr. They are so cool. And they've got more types at Celeste Weyr, where I live, too. Who wouldn't wanna be a candidate at Avri Weyr?" You shrug. Felarse nods, "Yeah. Anyhow I've gotta go before a full-out search is happening, bye!" And with that he is out the weyr. A weavingless weyr, you notice, and dusty, untidy, as you leave.