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Date Posted: 20:01:35 03/31/01 Sat
Author: Soarn
Subject: A young boy..

Soarn sighed to himself as he took his seat at the table of Lords of Holds' sons. He took a quick glance at his father, Lord Trein of Nerat Hold, and his newest wife, Panila. Panila was his father's third wife since Soarn had been born. Soarn himself was fosterling of Headwoman Renna at Lander Weyr. Soarn was his father's sixth child. His oldest sibling, Sallera, was a gold rider at Lander Weyr.
Soarn was only of 14 turns. He was muscular, and had almost black hair to his shoulders, much like his father's color. He had his mother's emerald green eyes, and her smile. Many of the Hold girls were very fond of him. They liked just about everything about him. He had was rounded in the shoulders. He as about 5'2, he was the smallest of his siblings. Only thing he didn't like was how long his legs were, even through they were good for running from the older boys, and how his feet were almost in a duck postition.
Soarn came back to reality and looked around. Someone had filled his wine glass with red Benden wine. A good wine. He took a sip, and looked around. About another 30 some boys were seated around him. He tucked in his sapphire blue tunic even more. His red wher-hide pants were almost too big, the weaver at the hold had protested about sewing so small. His boots were almost too big also. He took out his jeweled knife, a special present form his father a turn ago, when he turned 14 turns. He saw another boy looking at him and quickly put it away.
"What's that you have their babe?" sneered one of the other boys.
"A present from my father," replied Soarn who looked away.
"So, you aren't so small that your father dosen't notice you?" sneered the boy.
Soarn got up and walked away from the table, and walked over to the small lake. He looked at his reflection, and picked up a rock. He threw the rock into his reflection, which then set off ripples on the water's surface. Soarn sighed as he watched the water's surface calm. Suddenly, a young girl came and stood beside him. She was right pretty.
"The older boys makeing fun of you?" she asked in her rich, almost alto voice.
"Yeah, what's your name?" he asked her politely.
"I'm Orenda, I saw the boys making fun of you, they're all snobs," said Orenda.
"Oh?" he asked as he felt his cheeks burn.
Orenda giggled, and tried to supress it without much luck,"I'm Lord Felganer's dauther of Southern Hold."
"I'm Soarn, third son of Lord Trein of Zerena Hold," he said in his formal way.
"Zerena Hold? New one, isn't it, where is it?" she asked with curiousity.
"We're part of Lander Weyr, the newest weyr, who's Weyrwoman is Weyrwoman Victoria, rider of Gold and White Galleth," he said.
"M'ton's mate? He was my brother who died recently," she said sadly, and her expression turned to a sad one.
"Yes, I'm very sorry for your loss," he said sadly.
"Weyrwoman Victoria is throwing open a flight to any brown, blue, or white male rider, which I personally agree with," she said.
"Weyrwoman Victoria is here, with her weyrbrats, Kaitlia and Quinlan, quite a cheerful bunch fo children," said Soran, who changed the subject of M'ton's death to the guests.
"Yes, I noticed, I got to speak to her personally, she is taking M'ton's lost more than me, and I was his favriote sibling," she said, shrugging.
Orenda was a pretty girl, but not perfect. She had short, but curly strawberrry blond hair, but almost a clouded brown eye color. He suggested to himself her eyes had that clouded look from her brother's death. She was about 5'8, much taller than himself. She wore a white dress, down to her ankles, with a silver sash. Her chest was a little flat for his liking. She had a small nose, to small for her rounded face. She had almonded shaped eyes. She had nice lips, and a great smile, even through her teeth were not perfect. She had no big of feet for her body, and very long armed, but short legged. Her hips were a little to round, but her stomach was very flat. She had a tanned skin color from the Southern sun. She had to be about 15 turns herself.
"Yes," he said.
"I must go, I hear a dragon roaring for me," she said, waving and walked off.
"Bye! If you need something, send a flit to my home at Lander Wyer!" he yelled back at her, and walked off to join his father's wedding group.
He grabbed his wine and just started drinking. He called for more until he got personally drunk. It was the next morning when he awoke, he remembered the night before. He turned over in his bed and looked at his night stand, with a note on it. It read;
Soarn,
If you ever get drunk like that again..I'll..I'll...ban you from visiting anywhere except Lander Weyr! We actually thought you were so drunk you had killed yourself! Your father was just as drunk, so he didn't know. Even through he was drunk, I could tell he was worried about you. Even through sometimes it seems he dosen't love you, he does. Also, one of the drudges reported you were with Orenda, Lord Felganer's dauther, from Southern Hold. I WILL NOT permit you to see her again. There is strange roumurs about her family. M'ton was the only good seed as of now prduced from that Hold. It is said he beats his drudges if they are idle at the time he is feeling like doing it. I wouldn't be one bit suprised if her murdered M'ton, becuase he was a good peson. I remember the night before M'ton had chest pain, Lord Felganer was left in a room alone with the wine. He personally handed M'ton his cup of wine. Now, get up and get something to eat.
Renna
Soarn sighed. He must have been really drunk to even had his father worried, who was prberly even more drunk than himself.
Suddenly, Soarn didn't feel good, he was seeing spots, and started to have a headache. Erine, his blue firelizard, suddenly popped into the room to check on his impressor. The last thing he remembered was Erine popping back between somewhere.
'Where am I?' Soarn thought, suddenly woke up, still with a headache.
A cold, wet bandage was across his eyes, and another on his forehead. His head was wedged between to bricks, and when he tried to take off the bandage, it hurt to much.
"Ye awake, Soarn?" asked someone.
"Yes, who's there?" asked Soarn exhustedly.
"Master Healer Werio and Headwoman Renna," answered his foster mother.
"Ye rest," said the MasterHealer, as Soarn drifted off into a deep sleep.
Over the next few weeks, Soarn fought fire-head and regained his strengh. He had many visitors, and quite a few times his father, who had been really worried about him. The first time he visited, Soarn could see his father had been crying.
It was seven seven-days later when Soarn was searched.
A green search dragon was searching at many holds, where Soarn had been staying at now. He was now 15 turns, and not muched had changed about him except his addituted to life. Zerena Hold was buzzing with excitement when the green dragon and her rider had landed. Many drudges started to pile in, helping the rider, as Soarn could see from the window of his room, where his was busily going over some ballads he needed to know.
"He is up this way!" shouted a voice down the Hallway.
Soarn paid no attention at all, and didn't realize the foot steps where outside his door, until the door crashed open. The green rider and his father stood in the doorway, and the green rider was pointing to him.
"That's who Jasmirth says," said the green rider excitedly.
"What are you talking about green rider Feltria, this my son, who is not meant to be a dragonrider!" said his father in protest, who was talking so loudly as if Soarn wasn't in the room.
"Yes, I know you don't want him too, but I swear by the First Egg he'd impess!" said Feltria.
"He still had not regained all his strengh from his bout with fire-head, who came form the wretched girl from the Southern!" bellowed his father in his baritine voice.
"The Weyr would do him good, by the First Egg man, and I swear by the Egg he'd impress!" said Feltria back.
Soarn could see his father's brow moving up and down, showing his father was thinking. It felt like hours before his father replied.
"Yes, he may go," he said, and walked out, leaving Beka and Soarn staring at where he had stood.
"Hurry up boy, we must get back to Igen Weyr, Hatching is soon to occur," barked the green rider at him.
Soarn was almost felt if it was a dream when Jasmirth went between to the Weyr, where the green rider depostited him at the Candidate Barracks.
Soarn spent the next few seven-days watching the hardening eggs. He was able to touch them. It was a piticular day when the eggs started to hatch. The Wing-second was instructing the candidates about how to care for their dragons, when a shout went up of the Hatching.
"Yall hurry up now!" shouted the Wing-second.
He glared paticulary at Soarn, who had been known to be a trouble maker, but he wasn't really, only he got taunted by the others. Soarn quickly threw on his robes, and ran to the Sands.
He was one of the last to arrive, and was panting, his heart6 beating hard when he arrived. He was quite excited, for it was the Sr.Queen's clutch, and their was a few blues, and browns. HE was hoping to impress a brown, but from what the others said, he proberly impress a blue, or maybe a green. He wouldn't mind, he'd be happy with any type dragon. He watched the eggs crack..

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