//-//Arrival//-// -- Minerva Weyr: Weyrling Barracks

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Date Posted: 09:35:44 08/13/02 Tue
Author: Courion
Subject: //-//Arrival//-//

He walked in with his hands in his trouser pockets. He looked around and chose a bunk near the window. He looked out the window and at what he could see of the Weyr, it was big. Or the Bowl was big. He knew that because he had to trudge across it. He had arrived as a candidate and noticed the other two who were already talking to the Weyrleaders. He thought about his past. Of his dead mother and a father who blamed him for the death of his mother. She had died giving birth to him. His father wasn't ever around, but Courion didn't care. He had no love for a father who ignored him and acted as if he just popped out of the blue one day just to annoy him.

Courion sighed and looked about the room. He was the only occupant. Were there other candidates coming? Would he have roomates? The questions roamed about his open mind. How had he been chosed out of all the boys at the Hold to be a candidate? Why him? There certaintly wasn't really anything he was good at. Had they chosen him because they felt pity over him? He had presented regretfully. The lord holders arrogent son wasn't he chosen, well, there much doubt he wouldn't. Courion sometimes felt glad to be away from the bully. Expecially his milk-brother. He had never grown to like his milk-brother. Most said he owed his life to the boy who he despised above most. The others of the hold said that if the boy's mother had been expectant with the boy, Courion would have died. Well he certainly showed his gratitude.

He paced the room with nothing to do. Why not ask for a job? It would keep him busy, then again what if the eggs starting hatching when he was busy with the chore? He shook his head and cleared his thoughts. He was a candidate. They would tell him. He was certain the dragon humming would be heard all around the Weyr. So until the time came he would have occupy himself. Somehow he would make this whole thing work and prove himself to that hold!

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