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Tanvarian's weyr

Tanvarian got in good with the beast crafters at Mooncrest. Though he attended his dragon candidate classes -- and got high scores in the tests for them -- he usually could be found lounging around the runner pens and helping with the feed and care of those animals. He did love them. He thought he was quite adept at taking care of them, and rather wanted to become a beast master, when he was able. But... He was a candidate now. He steeled himself to the idea that once he did or did not impress, his life would take one or the other of two turns. He could impress, and become a dragon healer. That was the only option to him, really. He wished he could think of any way to do something more, but... Riding against Thread kind of gave him the willies. Or, he could stand and not impress. He would go back to the hold, and become a beast crafter in earnest. But in any case, his life was about to become solidified, one way or the other. Moonvith brought him to MoonCrest weyr, and he was happy there. Worried, but happy about his prospects. Until the day of the hatching. When everything came apart at the seams.

Moonvith apparently hadn't alerted his rider to the imminent hatching, so there were late arrivals to the hatching sands. The candidates had barely gotten a chance to greet the weyrleader, and the dam's rider, as formalities -- before the eggs began spilling out their contents onto the sands! First to hatch was a green, creeling and scared. Next, a brown... But while the others were darting around this way and that, Tanvarian found himself drawn to a particular egg. With a particularly long break in its shell. The blue which hatched walked right out, and looked at Tanvarian like he'd never wanted to do anything else. I am Abealoth, bespoke the dragon. That was all he needed. Tanvarian's life was now set: he would work with the most beatiful 'beasts' the world had to offer!

That is the right place to put it, if you are wondering. "Thanks, Abealoth. I thought so, but... It's so much easier doing this work when I know where things go!" He patted the blue's muzzle and looked to the Dragon Healing Master who presided over classes. Abealoth, since he was impressed to V'arian, usually volunteered to play 'victim' to the Dragon healing classes at Moon Crest. The others in the class were jealous, and occasionally Abealoth would try comforting them by blowing on their hair or creeling happily at them for doing something right. But they knew they would never have the full impact of the dragon's bond. Some of them quit right off, going back to healing people, some of them decided that they would try standing on the sands some day. That day would apparently never come again for Moon Crest, as they had carefully announced that this dragon had come from the last clutch there. It was a small weyr, V'arian guessed, but it had been a good weyr and served its purpose nicely. Especially nicely for him, after all. He had written constantly to his parents about the work he did, or the people he met. One day he got a message from someone in the Protectorate, about becoming a member of a great flying wing called the Touch of Life wing. A healer's wing. "We'll have a place, even when Moon Crest is no longer our home, Abeal. Does that make you happy?" If it makes you that way, of course it does! Now, get that itchy stuff off of me! If I ever get my sail torn you'll know what to do but until then... it itches!