The moment you step into the next weyr a firelizard is in your face screeching and clawing.  You scream and duck, hearing a voice shout above the noise, "Zebbu!  Stop it!"  the flitter backs off and a man about 17 runs up to you with a pot of numbweed.   "Just as well I's taking this to Reycina," he mutters, appling the salve so the pain deadens.  The teenager puts down the numbweed and goes into another room, from which some smoke is coming from.  You can hear from the kitchen, "Oh no!   Oh, they aren't too burnt.'  he comes out red faced carrying a tray of bubbley pies.  "You can have one while I go give Reycina this," he says to you, taking the numbweed and disappearing through the main door.  You sit down on the stone floor, as cold as it is.  "Well, I may as well try a pie," you say to your self, and pass it from hand to hand before bitting into a lake of berries.  It is slightly burnt, but you don't mind. You look around the weyr, which could hold two greens inside it, with space left over.  There is no fire, nothing to promote warmth, except one or two lanterns spread about.  Oh well, the bubbley pies hot enough to wwarm a dragoncouch to something uncomfortable to the dragon.  You turn, to see half the weyr is a dragon couch.  All of a sudden you feel incredibly small and lonely.   Then you hear the chirp of a flit, and turn to see the same green.  What did your host say its name was?  Oh, "Zebbu."  You realise you have spoken when the  flit peers at you, asking 'what'.  You smile at it.  You are not alone in here.
Not even with just one flit, you think, as a brilliant blue winks from between, sitting a fair distance from you on a miniture dragon couch.  Wait, a flit couch!  He watches you from the flitcouch at the farthest end of the weyr, beside a bed.  The couch seems to have padding of wool and a small knitted coverlet.  All of the three flit couches do.  That means somewhere is another flit.  You look around, but see none.  The dragon couch has the same woolen padding, has a coverlet half made over it.  Huge.  It seems to be made from squares the same size as the flits coverlets, stiched together into one.
Then you see another flit fly in, ahead of your host.  He smiles, "Nice?" You suddenly realise he is talking of the pie, and you nod quickly.  "That's good," he says, "My name is Lysian.  My gold here is Ilia and the blue Kerran.  The green is Zebbu.   I didn't expect to Impress a gold, a blue and a green.  I expected a, well, gold and bronze.  I guess I's kinda above myself then.  I was to have two eggs, but I's carrying Keeran and Zebbu, and I fell with them and food on my hand to where a gold was hatching.  Ilia.  And I Impressed,"  He half smiles, "I'm a candidate.  Not at the place my flits are from.  At South Seas Weyr.  I expect I'll Impress a green or blue, if I Impress at all.  I hope my flits won't interfere.  And no one can say I can't Impress with me having three flits.  Mirrim did.  You know, the girl who Impressed a green when she aint even a candidate.  Of Lessa's time.  But I'm afraid I must go.  Duty calls." And with that he zooms out as fast as a dragon winks between. 

* Snag a flight to South Seas Weyr

* Snag a flight to Honshu Weyr, original home of Lysian's flits

* Back to Celeste Weyr