Y'nir and Skyth's record
Yanir's version of the disagreement - in his own words In the darkness of the weyr inner caverns, Yanir and his younger brother Nesten lay in wait of the slowly approaching tunnel snake. They had both chosen to hunt the annoying snakes rather than be asked to peel tubbers for the evening meal. At full height, both boys were tall but Yanir still had a few fingertips advantage. Nesten, being younger, had the broader frame, much to his older brother's envy. Yanir had black hair, while Nesten's was deep brown. Both had the same brown eyes the seemed to pierce right through you. Yanir was older by only 18 months, and had just completed his 16th turn. Nesten, was 14 turns, soon to be 15. As they crouched in the darkness, Yanir thought back to their own hunting days back home in the small cothold beholden to Lemos. They were both adept at bow, sling, knife, and net. They could trap anything they set their minds to. Carefully, Yanir fingered the belt knife, now held in his ready hand. It had been a gift from their mother's second husband last turn's end. The blade was a handspan long, and the handle was beautifuly carved from the harwood of the sky-broom. A hint of sadness interupted him. His real father, now 9 turns dead was still a part of his every-day thoughts. If it hadn't been for that terrible fever, he might still be alive. At least his mother had found a good man to take care of them all, and he couldn't help but adore his 5 younger half brothers and sisters. As his mind was turned back towards the task at hand, he now held the blade ready to strike. In the darkness, Yanir could hear the shuffle of the creature crawling nearer towards the small offering of food they had laid as bait. Holding perfectly still, he hoped that Nesten would do the same, as the snakes felt movement through vibrations in the ground. As soon as the tunnel snakes' fangs closed around the bait, Nesten pulled the snare closed, as he tackled the victim. Thrashing around, the angry snake lashed out with his legs, tail, and fangs in defense. While Nesten struggled to keep the snake under control, Yanir raised the knife and with one quick strike, the beast ceased struggling. Cleaning his knife, Yanir spoke, "Well done Nesten! Caught and killed." As Nesten opened a previously concealed glow basket, Yanir exclaimed, "That's the biggest one I've knifed yet!" There, at their feet lay the biggest tunnel snake to be killed yet. It was easily 2/3 their height in length. Now here was something to brag about. Now why was Nesten looking so mad. You would think that since they had just killed the beast, he would be just as excited. Mabey it was because he had been given the knife, and Nesten a bow. Who knew. Nesten always seemed rather anoyed at him when they worked together. Still, it had been a clean swipe and the creature had not suffered much. Shrugging it off, he offered, "Here, I'll carry carry the snake if you want to bring the gear." Although it wasn't heavy, he didn't think his brother would want to pack the dead, bleeding thing back to the entrance. Before he could make a move, his brother had hoisted the beast over his back and with an angry voice told him, "No, Yanir. I'm carrying the snake. You can clean up our stuff." Before Yanir could respond, his brother had disappeared down the corridor out of sight. To himself, Yanir mumbled to himself, "I can't do anything right. He's mad at me whatever I do. Just trying to help him out, same as always and he just leaves in a huff." "It's a good thing those eggs will hatch soon. I just hope we're both happy with the results. If I should get a higher ranking dragon than he does, he'll probably never speak to me again. If he does better, I'll never hear the end of that either." Fervently, Yanir hoped his younger brother would have the chance to cool off before they met again. Slowly making his way to the entrance, he found himself absently walking over to the hatching grounds. There, he spotted his favorite egg - if you can have a favorite. Yanir half knew, or expected that he would impress the hatchling that came from that egg.
Day's later, Yanir stood on the hot sands with other candidates anxiously awaiting the hatching of the second set of eggs. This time Nesten sat in the stands watching Yanir. When "his" egg cracked, Yanir took a few steps back. Mabey, this one wasn't for him. Eagerly, the little blue looked from one candidate to the other as he tettered around on new legs. Yanir's thoughts were racing. It had been "his" egg, or that's what he had always referred to it as. Now, would he Impress the life that hatched from it? Slowly, he moved towards the searching blue. Then, as their eyes locked, Yanir knew he had Impressed him. Hollering up to Nesten, Yanir shouted, "His name is Skyth! Want to help me feed him?"
Guilty? While Yanir sat with the other weyrlings, listening to R'mir's lecture on safety, he couldn't miss his younger brother, Nesten, looking on. They had come together on search, but little did they know that they would stand at different times. Almost guiltily, Yanir remembered the day he had been presented to the hatchings. When Skyth had picked him, he was so happy. His only hope had been that Nesten was ok with it too. Eagerly, Nesten had assisted him in caring for Skyth. Now, the lonely figure worried him. When would those eggs hatch? "You are troubled. Nesten will Impress. Do not worry." came Skyth's voice in his head. That was sufficient to turn his thoughts back to the weyrlingmaster. "...and always, ALWAYS, have a clear picture of where you want your dragon to jump..." R'mir's voice droned on. "Now, the lake would be a fine place to go right about now," Yanir's thoughts drifted again.
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