Day 1-

Well, here I am at Celeste Weyr.  If Paron, Briala, and even Hehzi! can be accepted as candidates then so can I.  I mean, what dragon would choose Hehzi?   She can't even talk!  So now I'm here, Weyrwoman Beliora is on the lookout for a Weyr that needs candidates.  She won't let me be one for her dragon's clutch.   That is unfair!  The other three were Searched out.  But the dragon had passed over me.  Me!  Don't think much of its candidate sense.  But he'll be shammed, when I come away with a queen!  [Little voice in head says, Not nessasarily.]  But I'll Impress  I can feel it.  My dragon's out there, waiting to be born...

Day 2-

Nothing exciting has happened.  Nothing at all.  Just another boring day, lots of chores and I'm stuck with this old weyr.  It's dirty, ink is splodged everywhere in the study alcove.  So I'm cleaning it.  With a whole lot of success.  Not.  It's as dirty as ever...

Day 3-

Well I've been found somewhere to be offered as a candidate.  The clutch ain't been laid yet even!  And it'll be a green's clutch.  Ha!  A green's.   Sure, the message said that the dragon said there was something unusual, but hey, it's only a green's. [Voice in head says, With that opinion I'd be surprised if you Impressed.  I'll show that voice!]    I've had some success in cleaning the weyr.  Not much.  But, it's not as if I'm in an important clutch.   it's at a 'Draconia Weyr'.  I feel sick.  Being offered to a green's clutch! Ha!

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