Vanaard's Impression and Weyr! Vanaard Impressed at Gallimim Weyr!

My sister Tanis didn't tell you about me, did she? Good. She always lies about me. Says that I'm always trying to horn in on her action. Yeah, right. My name is Vanaard. and Tanis is my twin sister. I've got other siblings, you can see them here. I hope you don't mind if I'm cleaning this kill while we talk, it's kind of important that I get this meat into the cold room before it goes bad. Tanis and I are candidates at Gallimim Weyr, it's a really good place for all kinds of activites, and the hunting is great! I'm a decent hunter, my brother Than is better, though. We sometimes compete but usually we wind up in different places, like now. He's a candidate too, you know? I want to explore, on dragon back. I know they can fly far, but they can go between too! That's what makes them so valuable to our world, right? Not only can they fight Thread when it's falling, but ... they can move! I wonder if Tanis and her cats want any of these meat scraps. **glances away**  Did I say Tanis and scraps in the same sentance? Yeah, I guess I did. Well, she and I might find something at Gallimim, if anything I'll try and join their Beastcraft or their Leather craft hall. I want to do something, right?

The small stands on the hatching grounds of Gallmim Weyr were packed with people. Aeserath, the Queen Gold of the Weyr, grumbled and flicked her tongue. Her eyes whirled agitatedly. Her mate Samoth was perched atop a stalagmite, surveying the situation. The women candidates were arrayed in a loose circle around a single large gold-tinted egg, fidgeting with anxiety. Similarly were the males and females gathered about the rest of Aeserath's clutch, uneasy at the impending event. The buzzing crowd was suddenly silenced by Imogen. 'run! They are starting to hatch! Shhh!' One egg started rocking to and fro, followed by the golden egg, then many others in the main clutch. One candidate, Vanaard, stared intently at the rocking eggs near him. An egg on the opposite side of the clutch suddenly cracked, and a Bronze dragon struggled to free himself of the clinging egg shell. He waved his tail. A young yellow-eyed boy began smiling. He ran over and hugged him fervently. By this time, many other hatchlings had burst from their eggs and were yell about and impressing. A blue dragon stumbled toward Vanaard, and he was suddenly filled with anxiety. Is this who I will impress? he wondered. Yet he felt nothing in his head. The dragon got closer and closer, and he braced himself to receive the creature. Just as the little blue came up to him, he veered around Vanaard and he heard a delighted exclamation behind him. Vanaard felt sorrow. Vanaard then felt an itch on his knee and he swatted at it absently. Don't you want me??? came a forlorn voice in his head and he looked down at his feet and beheld a most beautiful Green dragon. My name is Zadmith! He hugged his new partner affectionately, and together they happly proceeded from the sands.

V'naard strode from the sands with Zadmith close to him. The girls on the sands glared at him, shouldn't Greens be for them instead of some boy? He glared right back at them, and Zadmith gave off a sound. I am hungry! Stop making those girl people sad! Feed me! Zadmith bespoke, and wisely, V'naard complied.

"Beao', will you stop that?" V'naard paced but it was his half brother who annoyed the green rider. "Stop what?" Beao' said looking up from his scratchy writing. "You are making those odds charts again, and you really should be working on your formation training. Like me." V'naard gave off a twisted smile, but he was actually doing his work. "I am almost finished. There." He dotted the end of a ruled line, and tucked the thin hide away. "Besides, I've already learned those things. Myuxeth is quite good at them."

"But can you both fly in formation already?" Called out the weyrling master. With a scowl, he passed the two, wondering how in the world that Beao' had Impressed a brown. But he had, and a strong one at that. The taller, slightly more arrogant V'naard had gotten himself mocked as a green rider enough, and when he proved his worth on the riding days, that stopped almost immediately. it was as if V'naard had been born to the harness, and Zadmith below him before he was born! V'naard watched their weyrling trainer as he shook his head and left their corridor. "I'm going to be taking the weyr beside here," he tossed his pale head, "Zadmith is eager to get out of Myuxeth's shadow." "She loves him," Beao' defended.

"To death if necessary," V'naard muttered. "Anyway, we're going to be betweening today. I've the perfect spot lined up for later." Beao' looked sidelong at his brother. "You've been--" "I have done nothing that shouldn't be expected of us." It was Beao's turn to smile. "You rebel," he said. "First you ride without a harness. Then you have the gall to upstage the trainer at the flight moves. Now you're betweening without permission?" He made a 'pfah' noise. "That's why I love you, V'naard. You're all mother ever wanted out of a child."

V'naard and the other Fosterlings are flying for the Kshau Protectorate! Zadmith also flies in the Valley of Flames Wing, made up of queens and fertile greens!

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This angry young boy is a flit named Vinceme. I know it's an odd name, but it stands for Convince Me... I don't much like having to take care of more than Zadmith, but he came along and didn't want to leave. I had to ask Zadmith to convince me to keep him and not let him go wild. She says she enjoys his pestering little company. So he stays! He can be useful, in fact I think I'll send him to Beao' to pester him a bit!

Zadmith and Vanaard have participated in the Healing Den's Cross Gender Flight, and are waiting to see what the eggs will bring!