28.Dec.17, 08:10 PM
Phinarion was studying, something he was wont to do and which hadn’t really earned him a lot of friends in his new environment. Many of the young men seemed to feel that Impressing a dragon would happen, no matter how well versed they were in Weyrlife, and of course, the Weyrbrats seemed particularly prone to this thought pattern. Phinarion figured that they probably weren’t wrong, but he wanted to really fit into his new home, and he didn’t ever want to go back to the farm. Therefore, he took to studying every lesson vigorously, and while his classmates might think him daft, his Weyrlingmaster at least thought he was fantastic. He rarely got questions wrong, and was often the first to offer up an answer when the group was questioned.
More than that, though, Phinarion found it all so fascinating! There was so much to learn, and so much to take in. The different colours, and the ranks they could hold. The requirements of each rank, and where they stood in the mess of dragonriders was interesting and presented a lot of questions. Mostly ones that couldn’t be answered, like what Phinarion thought he would do with himself if – when – he Impressed, which was, of course, so heavily reliant on what he would Impress, and even the talents of the dragon in question. He figured he’d like to be a Searchrider if he Impressed to blue or green, to give other boys the chance at a great new life but that depended on if his dragon had any talent for Searching. Or maybe he could be a Weyrlingmaster, since he loved to learn and he figured teaching couldn’t be that different. Or maybe a wingleader! Or even a Weyrleader! There were so many fantastic options, but he’d never know where he should aim, until he actually Impressed!
Phinarion looked up and over his shoulder at the sound of someone’s voice, blinking at the dragonrider that was peering into the room. “No, sir,” he responded, speaking clearly but obviously curious. “Did you need me to run a message?” he asked, turning in his seat and getting a good look at the man. He wasn’t old, by any means, but he was certainly older than Phinarion himself. He wasn’t particularly tall, but he looked physically fit and Phinarion figured that made sense; he could only imagine the labour involved in washing a dragon – he hadn’t yet had a chance to participated in that task – but he figured it was a good way to be kept fit. The boy smiled, waiting patiently for an answer from the – his eyes narrowed slightly as he took in the knots – “You’re a bluerider?” he asked, clearly questioning his ability to read the knots.
More than that, though, Phinarion found it all so fascinating! There was so much to learn, and so much to take in. The different colours, and the ranks they could hold. The requirements of each rank, and where they stood in the mess of dragonriders was interesting and presented a lot of questions. Mostly ones that couldn’t be answered, like what Phinarion thought he would do with himself if – when – he Impressed, which was, of course, so heavily reliant on what he would Impress, and even the talents of the dragon in question. He figured he’d like to be a Searchrider if he Impressed to blue or green, to give other boys the chance at a great new life but that depended on if his dragon had any talent for Searching. Or maybe he could be a Weyrlingmaster, since he loved to learn and he figured teaching couldn’t be that different. Or maybe a wingleader! Or even a Weyrleader! There were so many fantastic options, but he’d never know where he should aim, until he actually Impressed!
Phinarion looked up and over his shoulder at the sound of someone’s voice, blinking at the dragonrider that was peering into the room. “No, sir,” he responded, speaking clearly but obviously curious. “Did you need me to run a message?” he asked, turning in his seat and getting a good look at the man. He wasn’t old, by any means, but he was certainly older than Phinarion himself. He wasn’t particularly tall, but he looked physically fit and Phinarion figured that made sense; he could only imagine the labour involved in washing a dragon – he hadn’t yet had a chance to participated in that task – but he figured it was a good way to be kept fit. The boy smiled, waiting patiently for an answer from the – his eyes narrowed slightly as he took in the knots – “You’re a bluerider?” he asked, clearly questioning his ability to read the knots.