This weyr isn't far, so you walk over.  You are invited in by a youth about sixteen, and quite tall.  He has tangley red-brown hair and sparkling green eyes.  He is in need of a haircut and food, you think.  He is desperately under-fed.  He looks excited and happy.  "My name's R'lack," he says, "I, I didn't think I could Impress.  But I did.  Not a green, or blue.   Not a brown, a bronze.  I Impressed a bronze!  A bronze!"  You smile and congradulate him, as he leads you through a curtain to a dragon couch.

On it is a beautiful bronze dragon, asleep.   R'lack goes up to him and he opens one eye, crooning.  "Isn't he beautiful?" R'lack asks, and you nod, "He is.  What's his name?" "Mizanth," is the reply.  You nod, looking out to the sky. Then you jump.   "Gotta go, getting late," you say, and he nods his goodbye.

<^> Hydee's Pernese Impression

What was on R'lacks page when he was a candidate
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This weyr isn't far, so you walk. When you reach it you are invited in. It is the home of Rylack. He bustles you in and offers you Klah. You decline. You just had some. Rylack, you think, is rather tall. He'd be about 16. He has tangley brown-red hair and green eyes. He needs a haircut and some food, you think to yourself. He looks like he hasn't eaten for days, like he's been kicked out of a Hold to starve. He's very friendly, though rather quiet. You ask why. "My father and family were thieves. I didn't want that. But I didn't want to be a dragon-rider. I just wanted to be a harper. I suppose, though, I could become Weyrsinger, maybe. Or maybe not. But dragons, are, so, very, huge! And they breath fire!" he says. "Only on Thread," you reply calmly, "But if you had a dragon, wouldn't it be worth it?" "I suppose. I've never really met one. Save the one that took me to be a candidate. But he seemed rather stuck up, I don't mean to offend dragons but, huh," he says. You nod and, noticing the time, farewell him and go about your own buisness.