You enter this new weyr. It is large and spacious. Weavings have been hung in nearly every spare space, and there are huge woven mats. At one end is a carved out desk in the rock, and you see a girl who looks about ten, working on a weaving. She has long, black hair, hanging loose, or more floating round getting in the way. You can see her hazel flecked eyes, which look rather kind, despite the fact they must be weary to see in such light, and there is nothing your eye can see, that could influence it.

Whoosssshhhh! A flit brushes past your ear, whoosssshhhh, it lands on the desk and her claws screech as she halts. The girl looks up, "Deesa, it told you, you shouldn't make such a racket. . ." the girl looks up, "Oh! Sorry there, I hope you have not been waiting long. My name is Merila, I'm a candidate at Celeste Weyr." Candidate? you think and say, "Aren't you a little to young to be a candidate?" She laughs, though you don't see a reason why, and answers, "I'm not as young as I look. I'm thirteen" she laughs again, and you blush. You then sit down on one of the newly woven mats, you can tell it is new, and look round the room.

It is full of weavings! You gather they have been done by Merila, but they are very good. Your eye passes from weaving to weaving. You see a flit woven in yellow, to give the appearance of being gold. Another shows a green dragon being flown, by a brown to the right on the weaving, you think. Another has a waterfall, and dragons bathing. One shows a bronze searing Thread, another shows an Impression. On every picture is a dragon or flit. Above the dragon couch, you see a picture, not a weaving. It is with out colour, and shows two flits, well you think they are flits. They could be dragons, there is nothing for comparison in it.

Your eyes drift down to the dragon couch. It is large, and a quilt has been sown to cover it. Even dragons get cold, you guess. A sown up fur is beneath it. You wish you were a dragon, just to have a bed like that. Even though it's huge, it would be so snug. Then you look out the window. The scene isn't quite as nice as the room. A dragon is eating. You turn away and continue to look at the weavings, in a dream you are, almost, until:

"He-llo-ooooo?!" you snap out of it and turn to Merila. You think she must like blue, for that is all she wears. You say sorry and she shrugs, "Not uncommon for people to get so entranced in everything here" You nod. You see she must have gone and made some Klah when you were dreaming. She passes you a mug, and you drink it gratefully. She continues, "My brother Alkil drew that picture, and I did most of the weavings. Except the green getting flown, and the blue searing Thread. I have lots of spare time, waiting for the eggs to hatch. The Weyr I'm a candidate at needs more candidates. Maybe you should try out." You nod, considering that. All of a sudden, Merila claps a hand over her mouth and rushes out, up some stairs, and Deesa follows right behind her. You decide you'll be going now.

*Visit Celeste Weyr. And they are in desperate need of candidates.