Post by arratra on Apr 14, 2009 22:41:06 GMT -5
((OOC: This thread starts a day or so after the eggs hatch; it's a bit late to introduce my Candidate in the hatching thread right now.)
Arratra stepped into the barracks of the Candidates, ignoring the stares he received; mainly from the candidate Master and his assistant. Arratra was, by now, very well-versed in moving between Weyrs and returning to this one in particular.
He stepped up to the Candidate master.
"Arratra, Dragon Candidate, reporting for transfer," he said laconically, throwing a lazy salute.
Without waiting for the answer, he found an empty seat and sat down; this was purely routine for him now, and he wasn't really expecting a reprimand. Besides, those words weren't even necessary now; he'd been back and forth from the various Weyrs so often now that he could simply turn up and his transfer would be approved. It did feel a little odd, though, when he bumped into an old friend at a Weyr he hadn't been sent to in months. It was true that he'd only been here once before, but, then again, this was the newest Weyr, and he generally spent a couple of nothns at each Weyr.
Arratra stifled a laugh at the thought that he would make a good rider because he knew all the coordinates; it was true, however, that he could travel to any of the Weyrs and most of the Southern holds using his memories. Unfortunately, his memories of the North were a little hazy due to the time it had been since he'd been there.
He glanced at the room; the familiar whispers had started up but that was routine as well.
With a shrug, he pulled out a long string that he kept on his belt, made from pieces of stone gleaned from each of the Weyrs he had visited, and stung on another Dalibor stone. It was his way of keeping track of where he was and had been, as each stone was unique, and had a different composition that could be picked out by the naked eye. This act drew attention, but many of the candidates just shrugged and turned back to their conversations.
Arratra stepped into the barracks of the Candidates, ignoring the stares he received; mainly from the candidate Master and his assistant. Arratra was, by now, very well-versed in moving between Weyrs and returning to this one in particular.
He stepped up to the Candidate master.
"Arratra, Dragon Candidate, reporting for transfer," he said laconically, throwing a lazy salute.
Without waiting for the answer, he found an empty seat and sat down; this was purely routine for him now, and he wasn't really expecting a reprimand. Besides, those words weren't even necessary now; he'd been back and forth from the various Weyrs so often now that he could simply turn up and his transfer would be approved. It did feel a little odd, though, when he bumped into an old friend at a Weyr he hadn't been sent to in months. It was true that he'd only been here once before, but, then again, this was the newest Weyr, and he generally spent a couple of nothns at each Weyr.
Arratra stifled a laugh at the thought that he would make a good rider because he knew all the coordinates; it was true, however, that he could travel to any of the Weyrs and most of the Southern holds using his memories. Unfortunately, his memories of the North were a little hazy due to the time it had been since he'd been there.
He glanced at the room; the familiar whispers had started up but that was routine as well.
With a shrug, he pulled out a long string that he kept on his belt, made from pieces of stone gleaned from each of the Weyrs he had visited, and stung on another Dalibor stone. It was his way of keeping track of where he was and had been, as each stone was unique, and had a different composition that could be picked out by the naked eye. This act drew attention, but many of the candidates just shrugged and turned back to their conversations.