What's This? (Zane!)

[Chimera]

{desc=Zahir and R'lan! :D}((Sorry for how lame this is ;_;))

"Go away, Aulyur."

Winter was coming. It also meant jacket and scarf season would reach a frenzy from its humble autumn beginnings as the turn reached its coldest temperatures. After the chaotic double-hatching, Ainoth had become even more withdrawn. The green hadn't taken well to the events at all. But today she was rather calm, basking in the warm sun. A few days after the hatching, they had found a wild firelizard egg which hatched into another pink - Vaaleanpunainen, named by Ainoth. Vaal for short, was sly and sneaky, though quite the aristocratic little girl. Unsurprisingly Aulyur didn't like her, though Malikot was quite amused and took a shining to her fellow pink.

Aulyur was also basking in the warm sun, until the unruly blue decided to throw himself at R'lan's shoulder and literally poke his vivid blue snout into the weyrling's work - a dark burgundy scarf to commemorate the new dragon mutations of the same color. It was one color only, but in its design there was a zigzag pattern to mix things up.

"Go away, Aulyur." R'lan pushed his firelizard's meddling face away with a forearm. Malikot cackled at her fairmate's folly, before turning her face to the exact point Aulyur had turned to.

"ArgoirgrihgBOOP BOOP BOOP." The older blue suddenly soared through the air, until reaching his destination - back to R'lan's shoulder.

"Amazing." He ignored his silly flits, and was about to continue weaving until he heard footsteps.

Footsteps. Ainoth and Pebble were swimming around in the lake - R'lan was weaving not too far from it. His green dragon swam a bit away when she heard someone else approach.

The weyrling got up and turned around. Great. Always when he was working.

"Hello...Who might you be?" R'lan regarded Zahir and his knots rather boredly, exasperated by Aulyur and Malikot. Vaaleanpunainen was the only normal flit in his fair...Speaking of, the light pink was...playing with Ainoth. That was one less flit to worry about on his shoulders, at least for now. She was better behaved than her two elder fairmates.

[Zane]

It felt peculiar not to be seen as a drudge. He didn't at all mind such a menial rank among the Weyrfolk, since he'd practically been born into it. He knew no other life. And yet, as a candidate, others saw him differently, or so he thought. He rather liked it, for it felt like playing pretend for a while. He could do that. His chores as a candidate took less out of him, and he found himself having free-time. Before, free-time had been spent catching up on a meal, or sleep. Now he could explore the concept of being able to have fun, with little to no guilt. (Of course the guilt he felt was towards the neglect of his favorite broom.)

As he neared the lake, he was quickly approached, and questioned. The dragon in the water behind the young man had caught Zahir's particular eye. Wary of it, and the smaller dragon cousins, he stopped in his tracks. Staying a good few feet away, he raised a hand up to pinch at his lower lip. "Zahir, good sir. And who might you be?" Certainly he had a right to ask as well. At least he'd shown superior manners thus far!

The boy had no distinct expression as to indicate his thoughts, rather, his blue eyes went wide as he stared. Unable to hold back further curiosity, seeing as he often spoke when a thought entered his mind, Zahir asked, "That must be your dragon, yes? I imagine she's eaten? I worry about these things, see." It was only natural for one to worry about such things-no? After all, he wished to keep his life.

There were many dragons about the Weyr, and the candidate was unconvinced that they didn't have in mind to claw out his innards and fry them up. And why wouldn't they, especially now that he was better fed?

His gaze flitted from the green, to the young man, and back. "You have quite the fair of beasties, I see. Have they all been fed?" Zahir had never quite decided where he stood on the ground of flits. Being related to dragons, he imagined they were capable of vicious behavior as well. He began to pull at his lip rather vigorously, out of nervousness.

[Chimera]

R'lan continued watching Zahir blankly, nodding as the Candidate boy introduced himself. Really, it would have been better for him to address the Weyrling as "m'lord" than "good sir", but the fact that he at least greeted him at all was good enough for a casual meeting like this one.

"Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, Zahir. You are...a Candidate of some sort, no? A dragon or a dual candidate, I assume, from the fact you are up in the daytime. I'm Weyrling R'lan, soon to be Wingrider, of green Ainoth." He raised an eyebrow - he'd spent enough time with Ainoth as his dragon to know when someone was being nervous, and the otherwise cheery-seeming boy's stance away from him did seem a bit fearful.

He nodded at Zahir's question, rather confused by the second question he'd asked, and gazed at Ainoth for a moment.

"Yes, that is Ainoth over there. She has eaten, in fact, and was oiled very recently. I suppose it's good to be concerned - hungry dragons are rather surly. Not Ainoth, though. She's a shy soul."

R'lan chuckled at Zahir's mention of his flits. "Quite the fair of beasties, indeed. Oh, they've all been fed too, well enough. Too much, if I might say so. Aulyur's been getting a bit fat recently. I suppose it's fine for winter. He's the blue on my shoulder." The greenrider patted Aulyur's mottled blue head. The flit then proceeded to go further than keenly observing Zahir, and decided to brag about his favorite thing that he had remembered through the seasons - even in his little flit mind, the event was important enough to be remembered.

The Candidate would receive a succession of images of red Waroth, pixellated as always by the firelizard's strange mind. These images were also sent to R'lan, boasting once more.

"Oh, don't mind those. Those are...ugh. A while ago, Aulyur decided chasing a red dragon in the wee hours of the morning was a good idea. I stopped him before anything bad happened, though."

Ainoth got out of the Lake slowly, lines of water pouring off the glossy green.

Who is this? She slowly walked over, and sat down not too far behind R'lan.

This is candidate Zahir, Ainoth.

He smiled kindly at the other boy.

"Oh, Zahir...It appears Ainoth has come over. She says hello to you."