W'lam and Jalth
You enter a medium sized weyr. The whole weyr is clean, but not spotless. Clearly whoever resides here is no neat freak. A
curtain to the living chamber is open reveling a table is on one side and dishes left over
from the latest meal are sitting there. Next to it is a bucket of muddy water and a scrubing
brush. A stone dragon couch is in one corner and on it is a boy ruvving oil on the back of a blue dragon.
His back is to you and you can desern little about his features. You cough to catch his
attention, and he turns.
Wow, is he tall. He must he at least 6’3! You couldn’t tell
because he was hunching over the dragon. He bears a resemblance to a wherry, tall and
gangly, nothing but elbows and knees. He smiles a little apprehensively.
"Hi, I’m W'lam. And big blue over here is Jalth."
Big Blue? My name is Jalth.
Was that Jalth? Then you remember that dragons can speak telepaticly to there riders.
"Hi W'lam," you say, wondering what to say.
His dark brown hair falling into his muddy green eyes
"Yeah, I impressed Jalth atGlass Island Weyr." He seems really
shy, not surprising for one of his, umm, stature. “I came here a week ago, and I had never
been a candidate before. Some of the others have." he looks down at his feet, usure of
what to say. Then he remebers somthing. "Would you like some klah, I made some freash
a few moments ago, it still should be warm."
"Of all the disorganized people here you have met he’s the worst." you think, "Then
again, he means well."
He return carring a piture of klah and to you surprise the aroma is tempting and steam is
riseing from it.
"Well I’m not exactly a world class cook, but I manage all right." A snort comes from the direction of the dragom. And W'lam's voice fades off and a
fire lizard comes from between and lands on his shoulder.
"Oh, this is Tisa, my fire lizard. I impressed her at Glass Island Weyr
He seem reluctant to talk
so you urge him a little.
"Where did you grow up?"
"you don’t want to hear my
life story." he says hastily. "Frankly there isn’t much to tell." He is really shy.
"I would enjoy
hearing about it." you tell him. So he takes a deep breath and begins.
"I was born to a
small family in a small hold called Eileat hold, a small hold in
southern. My father wanted to be a dragon rider and acctually got searched. He went
theough three hatchings and finally got to old to be a canidate anymore. It left him really
depressed. He is really tall, a lot taller then I am." at this you eyebrows shoy up, then relax
to listen to the rest of ihs story. "My mother is 5’9 and my sister, Dana, is pushing six feet
now. She is my only sib. She still lives at Eileat with my mother and father. you see my
mother is a brewer and my father is a watch wher tender. He wanted to at least have
somthing to do with dragons, in a distant way. Acctually it is his dream now for me to
impress. He wants to live his dream through me. Irronic really." He seems more at ease
now and is talking easily. "Well I went to the impression canidate office and was aceppted.
Sinse at home I didn’t rank a firelizard, and didn’t have the time to search the beaches, the
let me try my luck at theirs. Then lo and behold I impressed Tisa."The little lizard trills
and he strokes her head softly.
Hey, don't forget about me! a voice chimes in your head. W'lam turns and says,
Who could forget about you Jalth?" to you he says, "He was the first egg to hatch and my father was so proud! He was flown in for the hatching."
He looks around the weyr and says again, "I need to clean up around here so if you’ll excuse
me..." He rises and you, knowing a dismissal, rise to leave.
So, where to now?
Do you want to go back to the Wing List
or do you want
to go back to
The Main Weyr Bowl
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