Jr. Weyrling A week after Kazamth’s clutch hatched R’nevin still found himself thinking about that day. He had felt so alone on those sands. He had kept thinking that he would be left alone in the scorching heat and everyone would laugh, even his family members. But you did not. I chose you to be my lifemate. Yes, he remembered Makototh on that day also, well he should, he’d be spending his whole life with him. That large brown-bronze had walked calmly up to him, and announced, “I am Makototh and you are now my rider.” R’nevin smiled and broke out of his reverie to look to the large hatchling. The brown-bronze looked over at him from the stone couch and warbled. R’nevin smiled and walked up to him and sat down. “I’m glad you chose me Makot, I don’t know what I would have done if I had been left standing.” His dragon’s eyes whirled slowly. You would not have been left standing. You would have eventually been Impressed but I was meant for you and you for me. That is why we are together. R’nevin stroked his dragon’s neck and Makototh pulled away, bulging in painful agony. It hurts there R’nevin! R’nevin scratched his dragon’s eyeridges to calm him down. Makototh sighed deeply and placed his head lightly on the stone couch. R’nevin looked over his dragon’s neck and saw a patch of raw hide. The dragonrider stood up quickly and got the numbweed and hide oil from the shelf and walked back to the couch. He got and smooth piece of rock from the floor by the couch and stuck it in the bottle of numbweed and slathered it on the raw spot. Makototh warbled again as the numbweed started to set in. R’nevin put hide oil over the numbweed and then rubbed that in also. “Have you been itching that?” R’nevin asked. It itched. R’nevin patted his dragon’s head and then went into the other room to read over a newsletter that gets sent out every month. He was just getting to the mating flight section when Makototh said, Are you mad R’nevin? the brown-bronze rider set the hide down and replied, No I’m not mad, I’m just sad you didn’t tell me that you itched so much. It wouldn’t have gotten so bad if you hadn’t have scratched it so much. He heard Makototh’s rumble from the next room and smiled. Allright R’nevin, I will tell you these things next time. I did not tell you this time because you never asked. R’nevin rolled his eyes again and picked up the hide again. I think you’ll be at least a year old by the time white Alingath rises. Would you like to enter her flight or wait for another one? There was mental silence for a moment and then Makototh said, I would not mind entering a white’s flight but I wouldn’t mind waiting either. It is up to you. How many times may I catch a female? R’nevin looked over the sheet, looking for the rules and then said,It doesn’t say so it must be unlimited. I’ll check with someone though soon to be sure. Makototh nodded mentally and then said, If I am old enough I will enter white Alingath’s flight and if I do not catch her I will enter another’s. Is that ok? R’nevin nodded. That works out great. he said this and then picked up the hide again. Later that night there was a light knock on his door. His two firelizards chirped excitedly and flew to the door, scratching at it and calling to R’nevin to open it. “I’m coming, I’m coming,” He said as he opened the door. Standing outside was a young man with a large stack of hides. “Hello, you’re R’nevin right?” the man asked. R’nevin nodded and the man said, “I’m T’nelt, the weyrling master. You’ll be starting weyrling training soon and you’ll need this info. It explains where we’ll be meeting, what we’ll be talking about in the first couple weeks and so on. Mind you, we’ll not be taking to the air or betweening anytime soon.” R’nevin nodded and brushed his green firelizard away as she tried to land on his arm. “Ok thanks,” he said as he took a sheet from T’nelt. The weyrling master nodded and then walked to the next weyr. R’nevin shut the door and then walked back to the worn-in chair by the hearth. Makototh was waiting there, eyes whirling in happiness. What are we to learn in the practices first? R’nevin looked over the sheet and then said, “Looks like its just safety, correct feeding, and flight patterns. I have a feeling we won’t be flying at all until next month.” Makototh sighed. Well I do not mind. I am willing to wait a few more months until I am able to fly. In the evening R’nevin walked out onto the ledge and sat down, resting against the cold stone. There were still a few dragons down at the hunting grounds. A large bronze had just lifted a fat buck into the air when Makototh joined him on the ledge. He sat down with a thump and looked down at the grounds. He was watching a small green as she flew over the herd, trying to pick one out. When she did, Makototh commented, She won’t be able to catch that one, its too agile. R’nevin watched the green as well and sure enough, the herdbeast doubled back and ran into the herd. The green bugled with irritation but then picked up a small doe that was grazing alone. R’nevin stretched his arm out and ran his hand along his dragon’s wing sails, which Makototh has just unfurled. Do you think it will be fun to fly? R’nevin smiled. “I had fun even riding on the back of a search dragon as I came here. To be with you in the air, yes I think it will be fun.” Makototh rumbled and then went back into the weyr and stretched out on the couch. R’nevin yawned and then walked into the bedchamber, changed and then threw the furs to the other side of the bed as he climbed in. His firelizards flew into the room, for once not chattering away and curled up in their usual spots on the bed. R’nevin fell asleep dreaming of himself on Makototh’s neck, flying high above the Weyr. | Stats | Search | Candidate | Jr. Weyrling | Sr. Weyrling | Adult |