You look around this weyr. It is a particuley large one. It has three sections you can see to it, all with a different sign hanging from above them. You head for the largest one, and it is on a three foot platform, so you find some stairs.

You shrug at the sign. Obviously is a candidate, or doesn't even know her dragon's name. You laugh to yourself, and it echoes the weyr. You don't then speak. The weyr is large, you think. The dragon couch covers half the weyr, and you can see the opening for the dragon. Now you know why the sections are separated with wooden walls. There is a chilling wind in here. The dragon couch has a cover of fur and a quilt is heaped in a corner. There are several shelves cut into the rock and jam packed full of oil and other dragon needs. A few weavings have been hung about, but nothing extravagant. One shows a dragon, a bronze searing Thread, with the words, 'Darkseth and B'lior' woven into the bottom and the other is of a gold dragon and a rider with the words, 'Unreth and Beliora'. Must be someone she knows, or is well known amongst some. You look around the weyr, but there isn't much else to see, and you go back to the small entrance room. You then chose the next largest room, but knock on the door just in case.

Knock, knock, you can hear the echo, and you hear footsteps. "Hello? Oh! A visitor!" she says as she opens the door, "Come on in. I'm Silverena." You nod at her and go into the room. Then you realise it leads onto several other rooms. A bathroom, a kitchen and a door to the other section. "Are you a candidate?" you ask, She nods, "Yes. Did you see the weyr? The weavings are of my father B'lior and his dragon Darkseth, and my mother Beliora and her dragon Unreth. I'm a candidate at their latest clutch of eggs, for the first time in my life! I don't know why they chose me. I mean, there are only two other people from the Weyr. My friend Merila and one of the boys, Silarn." You nod your head, and then ask, "Are there spaces left?" Silverena nod, "There are plenty, at least last time I asked. You want to apply?" You nod at her. "'Kay then, go to Celeste Weyr," she says. You nod looking around the room. A weaving catches your eye. It is of a small green flit. "That's Grasalia. Don't know where she is now, out hunting I think."

My Flit Grasalia

You nod at Silverena's speech. You look out the window to the Weyr Bowl, realising the time. You jump up, saying you must go. Silverena nods as you leave the weyr.