You shiver as you look into the next weyr. " However lives here," you think, "has never heard of a fireplace."   You do not realise you have spoken aloud until you are answered, "I have, and I told Seblau to lit it, but he didn't!"  You look around for the source of the voice.  You see a teenage girl, probably seventeen, sitting on the hearth of a firplace trying to light a fire.  You sigh and go up and help.  She smiles, and thanks you, but her hazel eyes say it more than anything else.  Her hair is a reddish gold colour, wild and wavy all about her head, and it needs a haircut.  Finally a fire starts, tiny, but you continue to feed it and it grows large and steady.  The girl sighs and falls back onto her knees.  "Thank you," she says, "Oh, and my names's Lysia.  I'm a candidate at Jerdan Weyr.  Not that I think I'll Impress.  Still, it's the dragon's desicion."  "Yeah," you say, "The dragons decision." You nod to yourself, and Lysia picks up her harp and begins to play, very softly, a haunting piece of music.  You could almost go to sleep when...
A small blue flit appears from nowhere and scrapes his tiny claws down your face.  Lysia jumps up, "SEBLAU!  You do NOT do that to visitors, I've told you!  No dragon will Impress a girl who can't keep her flits under control.  Flif, now she's a nice little flit."  You her a chirrup in reply and a hatchling gold appears.

  She chirrups again and flies up to sit on her bondmates shoulder pecariously staring down at you. "See my little gold Flif?" Lysia says, "She's very nice and friendly, though shes got a nasty bit if I'm in danger.  Oh, now I'll just get you some numbweed!"  Lysia disappears out a door and you glower at the blue sitting smugly on the dragon couch, curled up in the fur bedding.  The gold has disappeared, probably with Lysia.  You heard they always stick close to thier bonds.  Lysia reappears and applies some numbweed and the red hot pain deadens.  "Did you expect to Impress a gold and blue flitter?"   You ask Lysia and she answers, "No, definately no!  I thought that I'd Impress a green and blue, or maybe brown.  But I guess it's pure chance, like when Sebell Impressed little Kimi and MasterHarper Robinton got his little bronze Zair. Pure chance.  I do hope they don't cause trouble when I Impress.  If I do.  Hmm, but what dragon choses a girl who can't train her flitters, stalls when someone is in need of something desperetly and whos idol is, well I guess it isn't very embarrasing or anything to be a fan of Menolly, the first girl harper since who know when.  I'm a journeyman, wait journeywoman, harper.  Hopeless at everything else, I'm afraid.   Though I do make a good bubbly pie...  Least my twin Lysian say's I do, and it could be a white lie.  He's not the most honest person on Pern.  He Impressed three flits.  And he boasts about it.  He's vain, yet tries to be nice, and don't like insulting people.  Odd.  And he thinks his blue Kerran was supposed to be a bronze when he's a blue.  But he isn't to much, with a gold.  Yeah, he Impressed a gold.  Oh gosh!  I've been talking to much!  I am sorry, I don't mean to but, oh no this makes be talk more oh no!  Better go soon, otherwise I'll be talking non-stop for an hour.  Oh no!"  She moans, and talks, and you disappear from the room so fast you practically wink betweem from there to ten feet down the hall.

**I'm a candidate at Jerdon Weyr.

**Flif and Seblau from Dawn Sisters Weyr.