Mistral

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Mistral walked into Eistanza Weyr.  There were a lot of people, but not as many as there were in Harper Hall.  A lot seemed to be eating.  He looked around, waiting for something.  Mira, the headwoman approached him.

"Are you one of the Candidates?"  Mistral nodded.  She pointed him towards a hallway.  "Over there is the rooms for Candidates.  If I'm not mistaken, there's a room down at the end that's available.  You can have it."  He smiled.  But then he thought of something.

"How many Candidates are here?"  It would be important for him to figure out who they all were.  Maybe one of them...

"Eleven.  So if I'm not mistaken, you'll be the last they bring in.  After all, Lorianth doesn't want to many crowding her Sands."  Mistral laughed.  He was going to like this headwoman.  Since he seriously didn't have any plans other than to Impress, it might be nice to stay at Eistanza, whether or not he did Impress. 

He was rather sad that D'wabol left.  He rather thought that they hit it off, but D'wabol had other rounds to make, and besides, he was from a different Weyr.   He followed the headwoman to his new room, where he unpacked his gitar, and several music hides that Novac said he was supposed to practice.  He didn't mind.  In fact, he rather thought he could spend the evening entertaining those who wished.  He started tuning the gitar, when a short brown-haired girl walked in.

"Oh!  I'm sorry... I didn't realize..."  He laughed because she looked so guilty.

"I just got here.  I'm Mistral.  Who are you?"  He cocked his head at her.

"I'm Jestia, another one of the Candidates.  Nice to meet you."  She held out her hands, which contained music hides.  He looked around him.

"Hey!  Those are mine!"

"I know."  She grinned, and he smiled back at her.  She was cute, for a girl.  She gestured to him.  "Want me to show you around?"  She took him on a whirlwind tour of the Weyr, and also managed to introduce him to several candidates, as well as some very gorgeous blue riders.  When they got back to the room, she looked at him funny.

"Are you a... Harper?"  He knew that's not what she meant to say.  But he smiled.

"Yeah.  Do you want me to play something?"  He picked up the gitar, and played.  It was a rather fun song, a silly love song about a blue and green rider.  She looked satisfied, and it also seemed to answer the question she didn't want to ask.  He realized it was getting late, or at least, it would be at Harper Hall, and he was tired.

"I'm going to go to bed if you don't mind,"  She shook her head and quietly left the room.  He looked out the window, past the steel shutters, to the Hatching Grounds.  He'd have to get out there at some point tomorrow.  So many things can happen in the course of a day. 

  Mistral is a candidate at Eistanza Weyr