S'vorin and Zerith's record
Dinner Lorin smiled in amazement as her young son devoured the meal placed before him. One minute his plate had been laden high with tubers, greens, roasted herdbeast, and freshly baked bread. Next thing she knew, he was wiping his mouth with his sleeve complimenting her on a fine supper. Lorin was the headwoman in the Lower Caverns at Jerdan Weyr and she took pride in her only son. Sure, she was the foster mother of three other Weyr bred children, but this handsome adolescent of now 14 turns was her pride and joy. His name was Savorin. Bred in the weyr, he had grown up with dragons, and his father was a brownrider. Savorin had the thick brown hair, eyebrows, and determined jaw of his sire, balanced by the kind blue eyes and dimples from his mother. He was almost as tall as his father, having past her in height only last year. Amused, she remembered that only a sevenday ago she had had to find him a new pair of boots as his feet had outgrown the last pair. He was growing up and hard as it was for her to witness his new independence, she knew he was beginning to make important choices in his life. Bringing in a plater laden with sweet pastries, she placed it at their table. Looking up from her position behind Savorin, as he sat with her other foster children and other youth of the Weyr, she watched the Weyrleader enter the Cavern and make his way over to their table, smiling and noding to others as he passed. Reaching the humble group, he greeted them all and then addressed Savorin. "Well, Savorin, I hear from the weyr harper you are best drummer we have!" he gushed, grining ear to ear. Humbled by such a compliment from the Weyrleader, he lowered his eyes for half a second before looking him square in the eyes and responding, "Well, I have been practicing ... a little." Grin turning to laughter, the Weyrleader then added, "shame to loose you to the dragons then." Stunned, Savorin stared at him, not even hoping for what he thought he heard. Speachless, Lorin gasped behind him. Looking at Lorin, the Weyrleader asked, "Don't you think it's time he joined the candidates on the Sands?" Elation masked in humility Savorin spoke, "You mean, I might actually Impress a dragon?" "That's right. Trynieth has a clutch due to hatch at any time and they are looking for candidates, so be ready," answered the Weyrleader as he turned and left the Lower Caverns.
Hatching Anxiously, Lorin and I sat sandwitched between the rest of the folk that had gathered for the hatching. I, of course helped with the records at Jerdan Weyr, and Lorin was the headwoman. This was a special day for the us. Lorin's only natural son, Savorin would be presented to the hatchlings. This was his chance to Impress a dragon. Lorin very much wanted Savorin to Impress at this hatching because his foster brother, R'mas had Impressed brown Hestorth a few days ago. Silently, she wondered how he was doing. Savorin was young, only just completing his 14th turn. His father had been a brown rider and Savorin had been blessed with the thick brown hair, eyebrows, and determined jaw of his sire, balanced by the kind blue eyes and dimples from his mother. He was almost as tall as his father, and his feet were growing fingerwidths each day. Encouraged by the weyr harper, he had recently learned the drum messages and was the best in the weyr. As the hum of dragons intensified, all eyes focused on the ring of hopeful candidates. First one egg, than another released it's hungry occupant, each time increasing the anxiety we felt for Savorin. By the time a medium sized bronze struggled out of his shell and sauntered over to the young man, we had tears streaming down our faces in happiness for him. Meeting him as he excorted his new friend from the hatching ground, he introduced the brown, "Mother, Kirina, I'd like you to meet Zerith!"
An egg for his Mother I was talking with Lorin in the Lower Caverns when I spotted a handsome young man making his way towards us. By his thick brown hair, bushy eyebrows, and confident walk, I knew it was Lorin's son, S'vorin. Now only in his 16th turn, he has already joined the fighting wings as rider of brown Zerith. In his arms he was delicately carrying a sack. "Mother!" he called to Lorin. "I've just been over to Draconia Weyr and they have a clutch of fire lizard eggs hardening at the moment. Since not all of them were spoken for yet, I brought one for you!" Gently he opens the sack revealing an egg pot filled with sand. Carefully brushing the top grains away, he showed his mother the nearly hardened egg." "S'vorin. I, well, I just don't know what to say! This is wonderful!" she managed to say. "It's just a thanks for all the work you do. R'mas and I have been planning to get you one for ages."
Zerith
|
