Jr. Weyrling Mev’rin walked slowly back to his weyr, his little blue a step behind him. His feet were still hot from the Hatching Sands and they’ve been off them for nearly an hour now. He had gotten his hatchling food the moment they stepped onto the hard rock floor of the main Weyr. He looked back at Ryuzoth and smiled happily. He had really wanted a big bronze, so that he could fly the queens but I guess the dragons didn’t think he’d be happy that way. The blue crooned encouragingly and then nudged his rider. Do not worry Mev’rin I will fly only the rares for you. I shall not waste my time with the greens if you wish to fly a high-ranking female. Mev’rin stopped walking and turned around abruptly, causing Ryuzoth to step back in surprise. “Oh I’m sorry Ryuzoth, I didn’t mean that. You can fly whomever you can catch. It’s all right by me. Whether you fly a green, cream or white I’ll be happy for you.” The blue crooned happily and the pair walked the rest of the way to their weyr. When they reached the weyr Mev’rin walked to the bedchamber and folded up his candidate robes and put them in a drawer. He hastily put on some wherryhide pants and a light shirt. He brushed his hair out of his face and then went to see where Ryuzoth settled down. I am here, on the ledge. Mev’rin walked through the large cavernous room that was his dragon’s quarters and out onto the ledge. Ryuzoth was basking in the warm afternoon sun. He looked up with loving eyes as his rider walked towards him. The sun is warm today Mev’rin, I like it here. Mev’rin smiled and sat down next to his dragon. The blue warbled and then placed his head on Mev’rin’s lap, purring deeply as his rider started to scratch his eyeridges. When are we to fly Mev’rin? I wish to stretch my wings and catch the wind. Mev’rin smiled and said, “I don’t know Ryuzoth. I believe we start flying in two or three months, when you are considered a Sr. Weyrling.” Ryuzoth crooned again and got up stretching his large wings. They were already half the length of his body and he had been told that dragons grow extremely quickly when they are young. Mev’rin got up and stretched his arms out, still looking at his little blue as he pulled a hind leg forward to scratch above his eye. Mev’rin smiled as his dragon leaned into the scratching and then fell over with a startled squawk. Mev’rin kneeled down to straighten Ryuzoth’s wings out and the blue warbled a thanks. The bluerider walked out of the dragon’s chamber and out of his weyr. He had to get a few things from the lower caverns and he hoped he could get them without much trouble. He’s been held up in the lower caverns so many times he was ready to just make the stuff himself. He was walking down the lower cavern steps when his dragon asked, Mev’rin? Are you getting hide oil? Mev’rin sighed replied, Yes I am why? Does your hide itch already? You’ve only hatched today! There was a silence and then his dragon said, Yes a little, above my eyeridges. Mev’rin nodded and walked down the stairs again. The headwoman greeted him and asked him what he wanted. “I’m just here for some hide oil. My dragon’s hide is cracking already and he’s not even a day old!” The headwoman nodded. “Yes that’s actually quite common. Your dragon should grow to be fairly large if his hide is breaking already. Here you go,” she said as she grabbed a bottle off of one of the many shelves. “What color did you Impress again?” Mev’rin smiled and said, “Blue.” The headwoman nodded and then shooed him out the door. “Ok be gone with you, I’ve still got a lot of work to do today.” He was walking towards the stairs when a teenage boy walked up to him. “Melvarin right?” He asked. Mev’rin looked at him cautiously and them then said, “Mev’rin actually. Who are you?” The boy crossed his arms and leaned against the wall. “Oh I’m B’jam I Impressed bronze today. What color did you Impress?” He said this with a kind of smirk that made Mev’rin want to punch him in the face. “Blue, why?” B’jam shrugged. “Oh just wondering. I guessed that you’d Impress a low ranking color. That always happens to the ones who hang around those smelly runners. You keep yours at the Weyr right?” Mev’rin was fighting back the urge to kick him when Ryuzoth said, Do not let him aggravate you Mev’rin. I have seen his bronze, he is as stuck up as his rider. Mev’rin? What do runners smell like? Mev’rin smiled. You’re right Ryuzoth, I can’t let him get to me or I’ll be in major trouble also. Oh, what do runners smell like? Well I guess they smell like clean bedding and hay but you wouldn’t know what either of those things is. I’ll have to take you down to the stables when you get a little bigger. Mev’rin focused back on B’jam and said, “Yes I keep my runner here.” B’jam nodded. “Hmmm ok, what’s its name?” Mev’rin hesitated and then said, “Why?” B’jam smiled wickedly and said, “Because I want to know which one I can let my dragon eat when he’s older. Of course, I’ll make it look like an accident.” With this he turned and walked away and left Mev’rin standing in the middle of the hall, mouth hanging open in amazement. He stood there for a few moments and then Ryuzoth said, Mev’rin I itch. Mev’rin shook his head and then walked up the stairs. Mev’rin walked into his weyr and was greeted almost instantly by Ryuzoth. He crooned happily and then sat down and scratched his head again. “You must really itch Ryuzoth. Go back to the dragon couch, I’ll be there in a sec.” The blue turned and ran into the next room, stumbling a few times as he his long legs got twisted. Mev’rin shook his head in amusement and slipped out of his sandals. He unscrewed the lid to the hide oil and then walked into the other room, where Ryuzoth was already lying on the worn stone tablet that was the dragon’s couch. The hatchling warbled and Mev’rin sat down next to him and applied the hide oil to the peeling spot over the eyeridge. When he had finished rubbing it in her asked, “Does it itch anywhere else?” His dragon didn’t say anything for a moment but then said, Right behind my withers, by the base of the wings. Mev’rin rubbed the oil in there also and then stood up. “I’m going to run down to the dining hall for a bite to eat. Will you be ok for like an hour?” He asked as he screwed the lid back on and put the bottle on a low shelf. Yes I will be ok. I will probably be asleep when you get back however. Mev’rin nodded and walked out of the weyr and down the stairs, where he could already smell the tubers that were being served. | Stats | Search | Candidate | Jr. Weyrling | Sr. Weyrling | Adult |