K'ven's weyr

You enter a stone cold weyr. It's seperated from the others you've been to by a long way. You can hear a faint barking sound from inside. As you enter, a huge canine knocks you done, barking and licking your face.

"Ket! Here boy!"

The canine, Ket, bounds off towards the young, brown-headed boy who just entered, knocking him off his feet and barking excitedly. The boy pushes Ket off him. "Easy, Ket, good boy." Out of the corner of his blue eyes, he notices you. "Oh, hey there. Sorry about Ket, he's pretty strange." He gives Ket an affectionate pat. "I got him from Glass Island Weyr. My name's K'ven, bronze rider of Tirzath Seascape Weyr! Here, come in, I'll show you my sleeping Tirzath."

He leads you into his weyr, and into a large room with riding straps, clothes, and a helmet with goggles. "For when we fly Thread," he adds sheepishly. He pours to mugs of klah. "I suppose you're wondering what a thirteen-Turn-old weyrling is doing out here with just a canine and dragon?" You chuckle and nod your head.

"I Impressed!" he says proudly. "From Seascape Weyr. Tirzath is so wonderful... he was the only bronze in the clutch, and he chose me! Now we're going to lead a whole wing of dragonriders and fight Thread and save Pern!" He puffs out his chest and holds his head high with pride. "Ket's from Flick's dogs litter. He was lying in a corner of the canine-room where his litter was, whimpering, so how could I refuse?" He grins, then sighs. "I tried to get a flit. I really did! But the first egg I picked was a queen, and there was a five-Turn-old crafthall girl who couldn't get to the eggs, so I quickly handed the queen over to her. She managed to Impress it." He sighs. "I think she's seven this Turn. I did find two other eggs, a brown and a green, but before I could do anything, they both killed each other." He sighs again, stroking Ket sadly. "I tried for a bronze, but, well, it didn't work out too well."

He looks at you. "So what are you doing out here? Not a lotta people come here." You explain, and he nods. You ask why he's so secluded out here.

K'ven blinks and looks fairly surprised. "Well... I was trying to kinda live on my own... only, I haven't been able to get anymore canines than Ket, and I have no fire-lizards... the tunnel-snakes are dreadful here, and Ket can only go so far." He shrugs. "So, I'm still waiting to see if I can get another canine at Glass Island Weyr. There's no other litter of puppies--they were all adopted," he explains. "If you see a litter, could ya let me know?" You nod and he looks relieved. "Tirzath says that when he can fly, he'll help us hunt, and not just for himself." He winks at you.

You ask more about him. "I'm thirteen Turns old," he says, "and was born in Ruatha. My parents moved to Southern when I was only five. They've been at Seascape Weyr in the Lower Caverns. My father's a healer and my mother's sort of a jack-of-all-trades. Neither Impressed, and when I was Searched--well, it's not really Searched, but they said I was going to be a candidate for the current clutch--they left for Middle Weyr. So when I Impressed, I decided to stay here, with Ket and my Tirzzy. All my friends say I talk too much. I don't think I talk too much, do you?" he asks indignantly. You shake your head.

"So, you said you wanted to see Tirzzy, right?" You shrug and nod. "All righty then! Follow me." He leads you out of the room and marches outside, Ket running ahead and barking, although the loud canine noises get quieter and you surmize you are closer to "Tirzzy." Suddenly, you turn a corner and your eyes meet not just the sun's fierce glare, but a beautiful bronze hatchling, raising his sleepy head to look at K'ven. You realize it is Tirzath, K'ven's dragon. You smile as K'ven suddenly exclaims, "No! I won't feed you again! You just ate an hour ago!" The dragonet looks at him with a pained, wistful expression, and he finally succumbs. "All right, all right, Tirzzy. But just a quick meal, okay?" Tirzath slinks from his perch and croons, a croaking, strange-sounding version of the beautiful sound you hear other dragons make. K'ven glances over his shoulder at you.

"Well, I gotta go feed Tirzzy, O mighty one of the seventy stomachs, now. You can look about if you want, just don't enter any rooms with gold nameplates on 'em. Those're storage rooms and're full of tunnel snakes. Nice meeting ya!" He energetically leads the chirping dragon and barking canine into another room.

You take a look at the dragon couch, tables, chairs, and other things. One one chair is drapped a fighting outfit, and on another is a little brown collar. The dragon couch is fairly large--large enough for a small bronze, anyway. As you walk outside to leave, you notice a slightly larger ledge leaning towards the water, and the sun's rays radiate heat from it. You sigh and start to walk the long way back.

Name: K'ven
Age: 13 (like I haven't said it enough...)
Gender: Male
Impressed: bronze ^_____^
Candidate at: Seascape Weyr (said that a lot too)
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Blue

Name: Tirzath ("Tirzzy" for short)
Age: Hatchling
Color: Bronze
Mate: Are you kidding? O.o
Offspring: --