The next weyr you
enter is small, as weyrs go. Butit would be perfectly capable of holding a queen.
There are hangings of pale pink cherry blossom and a magnificant weaving of a brown
dragon. Then you see it move! Then a brown flit that looks almost exactly like
the dragon in the weaving comes from its camaflauged spot to scold you for entering its
bonds weyr.
"Gerbas?" You hear a quiet, tired voice from behind you, and turn to see a girl calling to the flit. She is small and has delicate features. Her eyes are hazel and her hair as black as the deepest night. She'd be about thirteen, you'd say. A spray of pink blossom is in her hair and her smiles is warm. She rubs her eyes like she's tired, and sighs, "My name's Hanami. My flit is Gerbas." You nod. Then she picks up a pipe and plays it, a soft song that echoes the weyr and fills your mind. She finishes and speaks again, "I am a pernese dragon candidate at Drgn Rydr's Weyr. I'd like to Impress. But I'm scared. I've barely ever encountered a dragon, except for the one that Searched me out. His rider was very vain and proud, but the dragon seemed nicer. But dragons are so huge. I's assigned this weyr and nearly fainted at the size. And they said it was small! Maybe it will seem smaller if I Impress, but until then I am lonely and cold and feel small. Especially with seeing dragon's a million times my size pass everyday. Well, not a million times." She blushes. You suddenly feel like an indruder, even though this girl wants you to stay. You are caught on word. "Go if you want. I don't mind, Gerbas is here, and I need sleep for my lessons later," Hanami says. You nod.
* Celeste Weyr where the flit is from.