The Story of the Watch Wher
This record is entirely based on heresay. I, Kirina, am just the recorder. The large brown wher you passed on your way to the records room hatched from an egg layed by quite unexpected parents.
His mother was a queen, obviously because greens just lay more greens. When she cluched is a mystery to all. There were only 3 eggs layed and tunnel snakes got the other two eggs before she killed them. We know there were three because that's what the young fosterling said who witnessed the hatching of the brown and Impressed him.
Now, what he was doing there at the time, is another mystery. The fosterling, who's name is Garen, was a son of a queenrider. He was fostered to another woman in the weyr so that his mother could devote her time to her duties as weyrwoman. Garen and Xander, for that was what he named the wher, formed a strong bond and a great pair. That was 50 turns ago, 20 turns before the beginning of this pass. In his youth and up until I came, the Garen helped his birth mother, the Weyrwoman, with the weyr records. His loyal friend guarded them against would be "changers of the records." Evidently, there were those who didn't see the importance of the records and wanted to use the hides for more "practical" purposes such as belts and fighting straps. Thanks to their efforts, we still have records of threadfall before the last interval, and some records that give character to the former inhabitants of the Weyr. That man, now 63, has grown weak and his body is tired. He now rests in his room near the kitchen area of the Lower Caverns and is well cared for. He can't walk by himself, but he faithfully visits his brown every day. The wher is tired too. They have lived a good life and will soon depart from it.
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