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What am I doing here? (open); Ilorin, already questioning his place...
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Topic Started: Jun 7 2009, 10:52 PM (172 Views)
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Jun 7 2009, 10:52 PM
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What a day.
He had been on the docks, loading a ship, when the dragon had landed.
He had watched most of the people there flee the great beast. Dragonriders. The parasites of Pern, and they could be here for only one reason...to steal the Hold's best children for their unnatural lifestyle.
Except that amongst the sea captains drifted a rumor. The Red Star. It drifted close to Pern. The Starcrafters consulted their maps and charts and frowned.
Thread might be coming back. And if Thread came back, then perhaps, one day, dragon wings would be welcome once again in Hold and Crafthall.
Ilorin, though, had found himself frozen in place, torn between the desire to escape and...and simply staring at the dragon. At its wings, its elegant form.
Perhaps something old stirred within him, but he felt a sudden envy rise within him.
And he remembered what the rider had told him. That he should be a rider, because he did not fear the dragons.
Fear them? He did that, he simply did not show it. He feared them and longed for them and...he had found himself allowing himself to be 'stolen'.
Wings had carried him upwards, the height catching his breath, and his breath caught even more by the darkness of Between.
Now, here he was, walking into the small complex that would, apparently, be his home until he either Impressed or was ruled too old to Stand. At that point, he supposed, he could stay or go back to a seahold.
He had grabbed a few things, assured that much could be requisitioned from Weyr stores. With a small bag over his shoulder, he stood uncertain in the entrance to the common room.
What the heck made him think, consider, contemplate for the barest moment that he deserved a dragon? And then, lingering in the back of his mind was the thought that they might still remain...parasites. That he would never be welcome in any Hold again should he Impress...and perhaps even if he did not.
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Jun 8 2009, 02:18 AM
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“Right Niath, what am I going to teach these young hopefuls?” the man spoke aloud as he bent over the table.
How important it is to feed your dragon is a good one. The voice replied, it was amused and the man stood up, his eyes narrowing, “are you going to help me or just make jokes all day?” he snapped, he wanted Niath’s input, but the blue was sunning himself and generally being a pain.
Well, I don’t know, what did you learn when you were a candidate? he replied, swishing his tail as he laid on the ledge to their weyr.
“What it was like to impress? How to feed and wash you dragon? Dragon anatomy?” he said, standing up and looking out one of the openings that served as a natural window.
Well then start with that. Do some anatomy, explain about us and then the link we share. Its always good to explain that, people don’t really understand until they experience it. The dragon said in a serious tone.
“You right, they don’t.” B’zer bent over again and made a note on some hides with some ink. He liked to write, to see the letters form. He was jotting down ideas for the lessons, he had never been candidate master before.
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Jun 8 2009, 04:56 AM
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Looking around, Ilorin saw...a man bent over a table, working on a hide. Too old to be one of the Candidates, surely...
The young man approached, a little unsure of himself. Uncertain as he adjusted his route so that he wasn't sneaking up behind the stranger. Some people jumped if you did that and, well, he'd known one guy who reached for his knife. Not knowing anything about this place, these people, other than the few words the Searchrider had given him.
He was supposed to introduce himself to somebody called B'zer. As he approached, he took a deep breath, his Adam's apple visible as he swallowed.
"Umm...sir. I'm looking for B'zer?"
A rider from the name, and this guy? Now he could see a bluerider's knots on him. Maybe, if he was worthy of Impression...something he was not sure of...he would be chosen by a blue. Those thoughts warred within him again, dragonriders as parasites or as lords of the air and he almost froze, looking down. Not wanting to meet the bluerider's eyes.
Bronze, brown, blue, green. He knew the rumors about blue and green riders and their 'depravity'...the fact that greens would sleep with anyone and that males who Impressed greens liked other guys.
Given he wasn't above making out with another guy himself, he couldn't judge on the latter, but he hoped that if he Impressed a green, he would not turn into a slut.
But then, those rumors came from the parasite people. Who knew what was the truth?
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Jun 9 2009, 02:06 AM
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B’zer heard the footsteps but eh didn’t move, he was still trying to work out what he was going to teach.
You have company.
I know, I’m waiting to see what he says.
Don’t be mean, he is young, he needs a nice B’zer, not the old grump. Niath said in a haughty tone making B’zer grin. He heard the lad’s words and turned, standing up straight, getting his first look at the lad.
“That would be me young man, B’zer, rider of blue Niath and Candidate Master here at Lellinias Weyr.” He introduced himself, “and who might you be?” he asked, moving to perch on one of the nearby tables. “I would guess you are a candidate?” he asked, “especially if you come looking for me.” He smiled then, “I wont bite, I might shout, and bellow, but I wont bite.” He informed the boy, wondering if he was really as scary as the lad seemed to think he was. He was certainly acting in a way to make the Blue rider wonder.
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Jun 9 2009, 03:35 AM
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Ilorin managed to relax some. "Ilorin, sir, and yes, I'm a Candidate."
It squeaked. It sounded strange and felt stranger, that before too long he would be walking out onto hot sands and waiting for dragon eggs to crack open. That was how they did it, right? Something akin to that, anyway. And then he might have to change his name.
Maybe he should think about that. Or was it the dragon that did it, shortening the rider's name out of affection.
He realized he had the answer to all of these questions right in front of him, although he was still a little afraid to talk to the man.
"The Searchrider told me I should check in with you for accommodation and duties," Ilorin said, finally, keeping things formal for now. The man might have said he did not bite, but he knew what Masters, of any kind, could be like. Until he was sure informality was acceptable, then he would keep things in this distant mode...although he did want to ask the man so much.
Of course, it was part of the guy's job to answer such questions...so perhaps he should try and get his in appropriate order.
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Jun 15 2009, 09:36 PM
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"Well its a pleasure to meet you young Ilorin, welcome to Lellinias Weyr. Now, we can get you into the barracks straight away, they are literally across the hall." B'zer stood, he was incredibly tall, but he grinned at the lad, "did you bring two changes of old clothes and a good set for gathers?" he asked, knowing that Ciena had lots of things in her storage rooms if candidates were missing something.
"Come on then young man, lets find you a bed then you can get settled in." He walekd from the room, across the passageway, "we'll be having a touching in a few days, get you used to the eggsa dn the golden Queen. She is scary beleive me." He winked, "and there are some flit eggs due to hatch, maybe you can try to impress one of them."
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Jun 16 2009, 04:24 PM
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Ilorin nodded. "And a spare pair of boots." Boots, of course, had to be fitted very carefully...and he wanted to avoid bothering the Weyr cobbler for as long as possible.
He followed the man across. "Firelizards? I certainly would not turn one of them down."
Meeting the queen? That thought knotted the boy's stomach. Queen dragons were huge and she might decide to dislike some of the Candidates. While he knew a dragon would not hurt him, what if she didn't like the look of him and chased him off the Sands?
He half expected that to happen. How could he be good enough for one of her children? Maybe a blue. Maybe. At least he didn't have to worry about Impressing bronze.
He did not voice his worries, though...although the experienced Candidatemaster might be able to pick up on them. Surely, the man had dealt with nervous Candidates before...a good number had to be, especially the holdbred.
Ilorin wondered what it was like to grow up at a Weyr. Maybe his kids would know that even if he didn't Impress...he was sure the Weyr would always need a strong back and set of hands.
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Jun 17 2009, 08:21 PM
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"THe Weyr cobbler is a grouchy old brown rider called L'tan. I'll get you across to him, or get one of the other candidates to take you to his rooms. Theres a few older canddiates around somewhere. When they arent hiding from me." He said with a slight frown.
"Firelizards could be very useful you know, and it would be good for you to have a one, see what it involves looking after them. Then WHEN you impress your dragon, you'll have an idea of the work it will take." He winked at him, placing his arm around the lad's shoulders. "Dont be afraid of the things you'll see in the Weyr Ilorin, things here are very different to at the Hold, but I'm here, and so are lots of others, if you need anyone, come and find me, or ask one of the older candidates." He told him warmly, leading him into the dormitory.
"So, what bed?" he asked, gesturing along the side. Some where taken he saw, but the rest were empty. "You have plenty of choice."
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Jun 18 2009, 03:35 PM
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Ilorin nodded. "Good practice, and being smaller, they're less work, and being more independent, harder to screw up with?
And then he considered that. "You mean the number of people around likely to be 'messing around' with the same sex? I'm fine with that." He wouldn't mind some of that messing around himself...he had a preference for girls, but it was relatively slight. He had met plenty of boys he wouldn't mind waking up next to. "I...have some inclinations that way myself."
At least that would be one good thing about being taken by the dragons. This was the first time he had admitted to that, out loud, where somebody could hear it, and he blushed a little. "I mean, I've heard all the stories about the debauchery of male greenriders. No, umm, offense."
From what he had heard, all greenriders were whores. Pushing that thought aside, he chose an unoccupied bed almost at random. Having already made a pretty long speech for him, though, he made his choice by the simple expedient of putting his bag at the head of it, where other people seemed to locate theirs.
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