Candidate Ranevin pulled his sheet of hide out of the box the runners delivered today. The two bronzes and the lone green were just as bright as they were when he painted them two months ago. Vallivra and Grenafre, his firelizards, looked over his shoulder as he pulled everything out of the box. He sighed as he realized he had forgotten his bronze and brown colored paints. “Oh well, it shouldn’t be too hard to find dragon colored paints in a Weyr huh guys?” The brown and green chirped in agreement and then flew to the high-posted bed in the west corner of the vaer. Ranevin had already applied for a spot in Kazamth’s clutch and he couldn’t wait till Impression. Vallivra flew back to her owner and landed lightly on his shoulder. Ranevin caressed her as he took some stacked clothes from the box and put them neatly into an old pine dresser. He had only brought what he considered necessary. After he took everything out of the box he stood up and walked to his small kitchen. He hadn’t realized just how hungry he was until he got here and he wished he had some food to make. Grenafre chirped and flew to a cupboard, perching on the handle. When Ranevin approached it the brown glided to his shoulder so his owner could open it. When he opened the cupboard he found a large amount of fresh fruit that the drudges must have placed in her yesterday. Ranevin smiled and took a large apple-like fruit and bit into it. Vallivra chirped softly and her owner looked up at her. “I don’t think there’s anything for you in here Vall. You may have to catch you own food until I Impress, and hopefully that will be soon.” Vallivra warbled irritably and flew out of the weyr. When he finished the apple he went back into the living chamber and sat down in one of the large, worn-in chairs. “I wish I could paint right now, I want to finish that picture but I don’t have the right colors, how could I have forgotten my bronze paint?” He asked himself. “I don’t know but you won’t have time for it. Kazamth’s clutch is hatching. Put on your robes and get down to the sands, and hurry!” Ranevin looked at the woman standing in his door for a moment and then got up out of his chair and ran for his bedchamber. Ranevin threw open his dresser doors and pulled out the white candidate robes. He pulled in down over his head quickly, smoothing it out to be sure he looked presentable on the sands and then dashed out of the weyr. He was going to Impress! | Stats | Search | Candidate | Jr. Weyrling | Sr. Weyrling | Adult |