You enter one of the candidate's rooms. Inside there is very little. A cot, brown blankets hastily folded, sits squat against the wall. The candidate's single trunk is wide open, revealing half-folded clothes and a small , wooden box with triangular holes cut into it. The wood smells faintly of spices, but there doesn't seem to be anything in it. Behind the bed is a large blue creature, its barbed tail twitching slightly.
The ceiling of the weyr is dome-shaped, and has been smoothed somewhat. The sun's rays steams in from a half-shuttered skylight. The weyr is so quiet, you could head a water drop fall to the floor if there was occasion to be so. Your footsteps echo of the walls.
"Well? What are you doing in here?" You turn to the doorway to see a boy of about 16 leaning casually against the frame. His dark blonde hair is short and shaggy; his eyes are sandy blue. He doesn't look very tall standing against the doors designed to allow a dragon in, but as he approaches he seems to grow several inches. His loose-fitting vest and pants are deep tan, and he's wearing thin sandals.
You explain that you were visiting and his shrugs acceptingly.
"Yeah. I don't understand why so many people go weyr-hopping. Anyway, my name's Tekin. I'm watching Ahren Wind-Waves, my charge, or at least until he's an adult. Not that he really needs my babysitting anyway," Tekin says as a large blue head glares at Tekin.
The dragon stands up from his position behind the bed and stretches his wings. He's not nearly as large as some of the dragon's you've seen, but his deep blue skin casts the entire room in bluish shades as the light hits it. He gives a grin as he stretches, the turquiose webbing of his wing shimmering.
"Tekin," the dragon says, dissapointedly, "you forgot to mention that I can mimic you perfectly."
Tekin, his face slightly flushed, explains. "Since Ahren is a blue Tir dragon, he is able to mimic voices and sounds quite accurately. So if you hear me saying something insulting, trust me, he's just playing around! Most of the dragons at Alsan Weyr actually aren't pernese dragons. It might have something to do with our rather...unusual location. Anyway, the dragons at the Tir are either gold, bronze, red, purple, green, blue, white, or black. Blues are from the common house; I don't know how to explain houses to you accurately."
You politely introduce yourself, then Tekin continues."My brother is also in the Azure wing- His name's Kila. Our parents own a small piece of land used to grow wheat. It's part of Catherine Hold. The truth is that our sister is better suited to running things back at home anyway- so our parents were happy to allow us the honor of being here once we'd been searched."
You politely inquire about the wood box. Tekin shrugs, then pulls it out of the crate into full view. "My mother made it a while ago, and it was a gift from her for my 15the turn. It's really pretty, isn't it? I don't know how she got her hands on a piece of wood of this quality. I'm not sure what to use it for, if anything. I don't want to damage it. Every time I see this box, I think of home."
An unusual, rosy-furred creature walks into the room. Her ears are cat-like, while her body and tail is like that of a small dog's. She has luminous dark violet eyes. "This is Zelia," Tekin says, answering your question before you can ask it. She hatched from an egg- we weren't sure what we'd find inside! I think she turned out pretty cute, although I still don't know what species she is. If you'd like to find an egg to care for yourself, there are plenty at Mystical Eggs."
"Well," Tekin says, shrugging, "Unless you have something else you'd like to ask, I guess you should continue on your way. Before you leave, you could look at my journal. There's a picture of Ahren as an egg in there."
Ahren's from Tir'na'bainne'aile'lair.