You enter another Weyr.
A bronze, sitting alert and aware of your presence, looks down at you. You
keep your distance, even though his eyes are a greeny blue. "Geteth, don't
stare at the visitor," a voice nearby says. You turn, jumping out of your
trance. The dragon has settled down, but still keeps a wary eye open. The
voice belongs to a man, who'd be about 20 by your guess. He has short black hair and
hazel eyes. You are looking up at him, as he is taller than you. "Never
mind Geteth. He doesn't like strangers," the man says. You nod, gulping,
and introduce yourself. He nods, "My name is Kelan... oops! K'lanin.
Even though Geteth is an adult I still keep forgetting my name has changed. I
come from Debon Weyr, which no longer exists. It was struck by a plague. I was
immune to the desiese, so Geteth did not follow others between. Forever."
He whispers the last word. Then he walks through an arch into a kitchen type
area. "Klah?" he asks, and you call back your reply. He returns
later, with Klah for you, but he himself only has water. He explains, "I've run
out of sweetening and I can't have Klah without it. Without, its so horrible."
You don't really notice any lack of sweetening, yourself. And you say so.
K'lanin shrugs, "I do, but everyones diffrent, aye?" You nod, not
really listening, but in a world where all water is klah... "Hello?" you hear, above you. "Sorry," you mutter, "Never had do nice klah." K'lanin smiles, "It's my families' secret recipe." "How do you make it?" you say. K'lanin smile fades away a bit, and then brightens, "Did I mention it was a secret recipe?" You blush slightly. "Well," your host says, "Geteth is hungrey, so I gotta go feed 'im." You nod, and walk back the way you came.