Candidate Blue Merrenth circled lazily around the Weyr, looking for a good spot to land. As they got lower the watchdragon issued a welcoming bugle that Merrenth returned. When he found a good spot to set down he did it lightly. Melvarin looked around him, at all the dragons on the hunting grounds and all the people scurrying about. K’var tapped Melvarin lightly on the shoulder, telling him that it was time to dismount. K’var dismounted and then helped Melvarin to the ground. K’var smiled when he saw the look of awe on Melvarin’s face. “Big yeah?” The dragonrider asked. Melvarin nodded, still looking around. “We should probably get you to the hatching sands so that they know you’re going to stand.” Merrenth warbled in happy agreement and then K’var led him off. When they reached the hatching sands K’var stopped at the entrance and looked down at Melvarin. “I will warn you now that the sands are extremely hot. You may want to wear thicker boots the next time.” Melvarin nodded and K’var walked over to a small desk covered in sheets of hide. A woman sat behind the desk and when she saw K’var approaching she smiled. “Got another one I see,” she said to K’var. The bluerider nodded. “Yes I do. Melvarin this is Yelarlie. She runs the candidate application desk as you can see.” Yelarlie looked Melvarin over. “You did good K’var. Which clutch are you standing for boy?” Melvarin shrugged. “I don’t know who’s on the sands.” Yelarlie smiled. “Yes of course you don’t. Silly me. Here look over this hide.” She passed a sheet to Melvarin, which had the names of the clutching females and how many spots there are. Melvarin looked over the hide and then passed it back to Yelarlie. “I think I’ll stand for gold Kazamth’s clutch.” They left the hatching sands after Yelarlie wrote his name in one of the empty spots. K’var turned to Melvarin again. “Now we’ve got to get you a weyr. You’ll have a temporary one, in the candidate hall. Once you Impress however, you’ll be moved to a much bigger one.” “Well if I have to get moved why don’t they just get you a permanent weyr in the beginning?” Melvarin asked. K’var smiled at the boys curiosity. “They give you a candidate weyr first incase you don’t Impress. Although I’m certain you will Impress one.” Melvarin nodded in understanding and the bluerider and candidate walked to the candidate hall to get a weyr. They walked down the hall, passing many doors that had names written on adhesive. Melvarin sighed, worried that there might not be an empty weyr. K’var continued to walk until he reached a door that didn’t have anything on it. He nodded and walked in, closely followed by Melvarin. The weyr was small and sparsely furnished but there was a comfortable, home-like feel to it. There was a small window on the eastside and a curtain serving as a divider between the main room and the bedchamber. “Its great!” Melvarin said happily. “If this is the candidate weyr I can’t wait to see what the dragonrider weyr look like!” K’var smiled. “Well I’ll let you look around. If you need me, just ask a drudge to get me.” Melvarin nodded and was about to walk away when he remembered his beloved runner. “Wait! What will happen to Sulvarnii?” He cried out after the bluerider. K’var turned around and smiled. “I was wondering when you’d ask that. He’ll be brought here when we call for more runners, which should be any sevenday.” Melvarin nodded and K’var walked out, leaving Melvarin to himself. Melvarin looked around his weyr some more, nothing else really catching his eye. He walked out of the weyr and looked up and down the hall but no one was there. Melvarin scratched his head and walked down the stairs, heading towards the weyr dining room. He had just noticed how hungry he really was. | Stats | Search | Candidate | Jr. Weyrling | Sr. Weyrling | Adult |