Impression!
	Xirameth is from the Sands of Dark Moon Weyr The ship sails to  Khuraute's Candidate story.
								The Sands were far hotter than Khuraute had expected, their warmth radiating up to tenderize skin used to being abused.  One of the well-meaning assistants had gently taken her cane away, telling her kindly that Candidates were not allowed to take any objects onto the Sands.  She was doing all right standing still, even if she suspected it would lessen the heat if she dared shift like the other Candidates.  Khuraute watched with a smile as a blue dragonet was the first to hatch.  Indecisive, the pale-hued blue paced across the Sands from Candidate to Candidate, until a boy—Feral, she thought it was—spoke the dragon’s name crossly, asking him if it was really that hard to decide.  Kamerith.  A good, strong name, thought Khuraute.  She heard the sharp crack of shell giving way on one of the smaller eggs, but when she turned her head to look at it, she knew she’d made a mistake. Swaying back and forth, Khuarate felt another of her dizzy spells coming on. She held out a hand to steady herself, and found her hand resting on the dark green head of a hatchling green. <<I am Xirameth, Khuarate!>> the green said happily, her mental voice sliding easily through Khuraute’s thoughts as no other dragon’s ever had.  <<I am hungry, but I’ll wait until you feel better.>> The hatchling’s voice was curiously harsh, a shrill, wavering alto that made Khuraute put her hand to her throat, involuntarily.  Then the impact of what she’d heard struck her.  She had Impressed!  She, Khuraute, at thirty-five, had Impressed the most wonderful green on the Sands! "Oh, Xirameth, I feel better already!" she told her lifemate, grinning fit to split her face.  She leaned down to scratch one dark-green eyeridge, and indeed, the euphorea of Impression had cleared her head.  She could walk tall and proud across the Sands… "Come on, let’s go and get you some food," the severe SeaCrafter caroled, reserve long-gone.  And to think that the Searchriders had been right all these Turns…
			Weyrling Xirameth