C'dinak and Urath's Record
Arrival of Cordinak From a distance I watched the newly Searched candidates arrive at the weyr. Curious, I saw a tan young of man of about 17 turns climbs down from a young blue dragon thanking him and his rider. He had blonde hair lightened by a season known only in the Southern Continent, and his eyes were hazel. His clothes were made of light, airy fabric and he wore well, worn boots. He was fairly tall and walked confidently in the direction of the lower caverns. As my eyes followed him, the headwoman appeared and approached him extending her hand, "My name is Lorin. I run the lower caverns. And you are?" Covering her hand in his, he replied, "Cordinak, of the Southern Continent." "Southern!" Lorin exclaims, "from a hold, weyr, or hall?" "No hold. No weyr. No hall," the strong youth answered her. "Just Southern. When my folks first made the trip south, they were comforted to live in Southern Hold for a while, but soon grew confident they could manage on their own. We traveled west with a small group of equally ambitious souls till we found a suitable concealed cove near calm water. There we have lived independently for the last 6 or 7 turns. It just so happens that the handsome blue I rode in on found us and wouldn't take no for an answer. His lovely rider, Fara, told me her dragon, Innensith, was sure I would Impress." "Well, come with me then, we need to get you settled before the hatching begins" commands the busy woman as she leads him away.
Starving! I saw the young pair leave the hatching grounds. What a fine hatching it was with Cordinak Impressing brown Urath. Now, as the young man led the clumsy, wet hatchling to his dinner, I thought he might need an extra hand. C'dinak was from the Southern Continent. His blond hair was lightened by the sun, and his face and arms were well tanned. He had hazel eyes that danced when he talked. Because of his height, he had a challenge bending down to assist his small friend. Working my way through the crowd, I soon found myself in the midst of hatchlings and riders all anxious for the food to calm the hunger pains the entire group felt. Spotting C'dinak, I grabbed a bowl of freshly slaughtered meat and placed it before the two.
"Many thanks to you, Kirina," a relieved C'dinak expressed as he began placing pieces into Uraths open mouth. The grateful Urath told his new rider, "The girl is kind. She brings food. I am HUNGRY," which C'dinak quickly relayed. "I'm glad to be of assistance. I have seen how hungry these guys can be when they first break out of the shell." "Yeah, me too, but wait until you Impress them and all of a sudden you feel everything they do! I'm starved!" And together, we keep Urath's mouth full till the hatchling gave up in complete exhaustion.
Weyrling Remembering the tall young man from "Just Southern" you decide to pay him and his dragon a visit. The last time you met the confident Southerner his blond hair was lightened by the sun, and his face and arms were well tanned. He had hazel eyes that danced when he talked, and because of his height, he had a challenge bending down to assist the new brown hatchling he impressed. Well, by now, that dragon should be towering above him. Reaching the last of the many steps up to his weyr, you come face to face with a much grown weyrling. Swinging his head to look at you, you realize that he has informed his rider of your arrival. Before you can inhale, C'dinak emerges from the entrance and warmly greets you. "Urath said we had a visitor."
Urath What a change has taken place in the two. What once was a tall young man looking down on a wet hatchling was transformed into a large dragon towering over you both. C'dinak's tan was faded a bit, but he was the same confident youth that boasted his independence of hold, craft, and weyr. "Wow! You two have made quite a change," you manage to squeak out - not sure what to make of the immense change in the dark brown dragon. "Yes, but I wish the weyrlingmaster would give permission for me to ride him. All the weyrlings are anxious. It's got to be soon." he said longingly. Slyly, you ask, "Where would you go if you could ride Urath?" "Back to the Southern Coast to lie on the beach while Urath splashes in the waves," he said wishfully. Then, with a sense of responsibility, he blurted,"Of course, when we are allowed to fly together, that trip will have to be scheduled inbetween threadfalls."
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