ANAMUS' WEYR

You wondered if you should have even come into this weyr, as the occupant was sprawled across his bed. His eyes were closed and he had a satisfied smile on his face. His near-white blonde hair was a little wet from sweat, and this gave it a stringy appearance. He let out a soft sigh.

You cleared your throat and uttered, 'excuse me' softly. His steel colored eyes suddenly popped open in surprise and stared at you. "Uh, hi, I was a bit ... lost for a moment. I didn't even hear you!" he exclaimed. He hoped out of the bed and introduced himself. "I am Anamus," he paused, and then apologized for his appearance. "I was just wrestling."

You pick up his sentence and politely engage in conversation, asking with who, and did he win? Since he had such a smile on his face. Anamus appeared to blush slightly, around his neck. "Uh, well, no, I didn't win. I was wrestling with Tulla," he whispered. "She's a good wrestling partner." You recalled the smile on his face again. Was he pondering something else that had occured that day or a good move he made during wrestling? Or was it entirely a non-related issue? You decided not to pry. So you asked what were his intentions at Gallimim Weyr.

Anamus quickly snapped up the new conversation topic and the pinkness on his neck faded completely away. "I want to be a dragonrider of course! There is nothing more honorable!" he exclaimed ardently. "I may be nearly too old to stand on the sands at 21 turns, but I have to try. I will stand on the sands at Timor Weyr. My pals and I back at Tillek Hold always looked at those dragons coming to and from the Hold," he reminesced. Anamus grinned mischeivously. "And we always got scolded for lolly-gagging about instead of gutting the fish! We always dreamed about becoming dragonriders - I think all the guys at the Hold did - but I was one of the only ones to be searched. So, so, I have to impress for everyone! They made me promise to visit frequently as soon as my dragon-" he corrected himself, knowing the evils of too much eagerness, "ehrm, if impress, to bring the dragon back to the hold for a ride. If the dragon, wants," he amended again.

You saw a twinkle in his eye, but your nose could also smell his sweat and your nose slightly wrinkled unconsciously. Anamus stopped smiling, taking a quick sniff of the air. "Oh geez, I'm sorry! Please let me change!" he asked, beginning to pull off his loose tunic. You told him it was nice meeting him, and hustled out the door to give Anamus some peace while changing clothes.