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Post by J'lor and Tonuth on Aug 9, 2010 15:02:15 GMT -5
J’lor soaked in the hotspring farthest away from the weyr he shared with Sorelle. He felt his muscles relax as the hot bubbling pool seemed the leach the pains from his muscles. The last three months had been interesting to say the least.
The after effects of his head injury had cleared up except for the occasional headache. These headaches were different from any he’d ever had before, they seemed to creep around his head until he could do nothing but sit here in pain. Luckily Sorelle kept some fellis juice handy and it usually allowed him to sleep through the worst of it.
Lately he’d been flying with B’lor’s wing and helping get the younger riders coordinating their efforts during a simulated threadfall. His muscles were screaming at him today though. Throwing painted ropes at the riders below tired out the muscles after a while but the paint on riders on dragons told stories to the Wingleader about who needed more practice when flaming thread. Paint was much less destructive and forgiving than real thread would be.
He’d kept vigil in the early mornings recently at the star stone and the red planet was getting closer. He laid his head back with a cloth tucked behind and closed his eyes.
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Post by L'ryn and Cerbanyth on Aug 10, 2010 0:17:29 GMT -5
Lyryn opened his eyes and glanced around the room. Strangely, he found himself not to be in his bed but rather at the desk he had all his dragon books and scrolls on. He must have fallen asleep whilst studying again. He'd been doing that a lot as of late being he couldn't sleep thanks to having random nightmares. It had been that way since he'd been searched and even before, just not as bad.
He took a minute to rub his hands over his face in an attempt to wake himself up from the drowsiness that plagued him. But that wasn't working. He tried to think of ways to keep himself awake but their wasn't much that was coming to mind. Finally he decided to just take a break. Maybe a dip in the hot springs would wake him up a little. Either that or working on his weavercraft. He chose the former.
Walking down the hallway to the spring, he passed a few other weyrfolk before he arrived at his destination. He spied another, more elderly man already there. He didn't know that many people yet and this man was no exception. Still he climbed into the water, taking care not to wake the seemingly resting man. He submerged up to his neck where the water seemed to drive away the weariness from his body.
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Post by J'lor and Tonuth on Aug 10, 2010 11:52:33 GMT -5
The water around him rocked slightly with the entry of another body into the pool. That wasn't all that surprising in the community springs. Communal bathing was quite normal for the Weyr.
Usually it was the hold bred candidates that had issues climbing into the pool with another person especially of the interesting sex. The Candidate master had the job of educating the young people in the ways of the Weyr so they weren't completely surprised by the differences from the hold. Of course Weyr bred Candidates were normally already familiar with communal bathing. This person whoever they were had attempted to enter the pool without disturbing him which was thoughtful, not knowing he was actually awake.
He opened an eye to see who it was and realized he didn't recognize the young man. "Hello," he said then added by way of introduction "I'm J'lor of brown Tonuth." While in the water he wasn't exactly wearing a shoulder knot for the newcomer to discern his status.
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Post by L'ryn and Cerbanyth on Aug 11, 2010 0:57:08 GMT -5
Lyryn looked up as he heard a voice. So he had disturbed the man anyway. Not his intention, but there wasn’t much to be done about it now. "Hello," the elder man said. "I'm J'lor of brown Tonuth." Lyryn looked over at him. This man was a Brownrider? He’d just taken him for one of the weyr folk. Just goes to show you can judge a book by its cover. “Hi,” Lyryn replied. “I’m Lyryn. I’m just a candidate weaver.” Lyryn had stopped counting the days since he had been searched and had been counting down the days that were left before the hatching. With the Gold queen Chalarath’s clutch laid, it wouldn’t be long before he would be standing on the Burning Sands for Impression. He only hoped that he wasn’t left behind, standing there because he hadn’t impressed one of the dragonets.
“I have to ask what flying aback a dragon is like,” he said to the elder man, to J’lor. He’d only known the brief few moments that he had been brought over to the weyr on the back of one of the Bronzes months before after he’d been searched in his home of Ista Hold.
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Post by J'lor and Tonuth on Aug 12, 2010 1:14:32 GMT -5
“I’m Lyryn. I’m just a candidate weaver.”
He opened his eyes and lifted his head “No one is ever JUST a Candidate.” He smiled gently at the boy. He had so much of his life ahead of him. “You have a spark, a nameless something the searching dragon could sense. It told its rider that you were worthy of presenting to a dragonet. That is something special.”
He lifted his arms and stretched.
“I have to ask what flying aback a dragon is like,”
He smiled “How long do you have” he asked. “There aren’t words to describe it all, and it’s different at different times. “On a spring day you soar into the skies and plummet almost to earth swooping out of the dive with joy.” His face changed.
“Dragonmen must fly, when thread is in the sky” he quoted from his harpers teachings.
“That is our reason for being. All the other flying will be nothing compared to the dodge and weave and sudden /between/ of fighting thread. I’ve trained for it all my life, but you… you will live it, the highest purpose of dragonkind will be in your hands.” He sat back and closed his eyes again.
“You’re a lucky man.”
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Post by L'ryn and Cerbanyth on Aug 16, 2010 1:41:45 GMT -5
The man opened his eyes and lifted his head to look at Lyryn. “No one is ever JUST a Candidate.” he said, smiling gently at him. "I didn't mean it in a bad way, J'lor you said your name was?" Lyryn replied. “You have a spark, a nameless something the searching dragon could sense. It told its rider that you were worthy of presenting to a dragonet. That is something special.” J'lor went on to add. What that spark was, Lyryn couldn't begin to fathom. In his eyes, he was just a weaver, someone that made things pretty or repaired things with thread and needles. What could he possibly offer a dragon?
J'lor lifted his arms and stretched, moving the water around him in ripples, and smiled at him again. “How long do you have?” he asked in regard to what Lyryn had asked about flying on dragonback. “There aren’t words to describe it all, and it’s different at different times." The boy smiled at that. He supposed that was true. He listened as the rider continued.
“On a spring day you soar into the skies and plummet almost to earth swooping out of the dive with joy.” His face changed as he continued. “Dragonmen must fly, when thread is in the sky,” he said. Lyryn had heard those words before, from the harpers at his home back at Ista Hold. It seemed so long ago that he had heard the words though.
“That is our reason for being. All the other flying will be nothing compared to the dodge and weave and sudden /between/ of fighting thread. I’ve trained for it all my life, but you… you will live it, the highest purpose of dragonkind will be in your hands.” J'lor told him. "I hope I never see the day thread falls from the sky," Lyryn replied, lounging back against the side of the spring pool. "A lot to hope for I know, but from what I've heard, it's not pleasant to deal with."
J'lor sat back again, closing his eyes. “You’re a lucky man.” he said finally. "Unless I don't impress," Lyryn told him. Soon enough it was time to get out of the water. Lyryn's skin was starting to get pruny, something he hated.
"Well, it's time for me to head back to my room," he said. "I'll see you around." With that, he headed back to the room he shared with a couple other candidates.
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Post by J'lor and Tonuth on Aug 16, 2010 10:59:21 GMT -5
**Just a candidate** he thought and mentally shook his head. He wasn’t sure if he’d gotten through and by listening to the young man’s thoughts about threadfall he was fairly sure he hadn’t
"I hope I never see the day thread falls from the sky, "A lot to hope for I know, but from what I've heard, it's not pleasant to deal with.
“Ah, well… I’m sorry you won’t get your wish; because it’s coming and soon from the signs. ” He thought about all he’d learned from the life he’d already spent and this youngster still had a great deal to learn.
Then he chuckled at the comment about not impressing. Yes, he would be lucky if he did and it wasn’t his personal choice but he felt there was a dragon out there for the boy.
“You’re what 16-17? You’ve got several years, so if you don’t get one this time around you’ll be presented to several other clutches.”
**Besides, you won’t like me much when you do** he thought with an inside smile. **And I’ll train you how to stay alive during that threadfall you dread**
"Well, it's time for me to head back to my room," he said. "I'll see you around." and the young man left. He didn’t know he’d just shared his thoughts with the Weyrling Master for this clutch.
He submerged and then swam to the other edge levering himself out of the water. He grabbed a drying cloth and then dressed in the fresh clothing he’d brought with him.
**Where is Sorelle** he asked Tonuth. She is at the lake with Sivarith. He smiled and decided to go collect the woman and then find some dinner.
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