25.Dec.13, 08:10 PM
Weyrbrat Diolon
Diolon hadn't quite been himself since the landslide. The happy, chatty boy had disappeared in favor of a more subdued, watchful young man who couldn't take the world around him for granted anymore. People he knew had died, his rock of a brother was looking more shaken that Diolon had ever known, and the boy wasn't sure how to handle it. So in the manner of the young, he'd gone looking for distractions. If he ignored the changes enough, his world would eventually get back to normal.
Today's distraction was one of the Stolen candidates. Sometimes, a 'brat had to be careful about them, 'cause they were so angry they'd take it out on anybody. But Diolon knew most of them by now, and this guy wasn't on the list. Diolon had never been one to let a little danger bother him was something interested him either, and the man's target practice enthralled him. He did his part for the Weyr and went out on gathering parties with the other 'brats, but no one had trusted him with a bow yet.
He bet he'd be good at it, too- the best hunter the Weyr'd ever seen. He just needed someone to show him how.
"Wow!" The boy blurted out from behind Firah, blue eyes shining with excitement. "How'd you learn to do that? Can you teach me? I promise I'd listen, and do everything you tell me to." Well, he'd try to, anyway.
Diolon hadn't quite been himself since the landslide. The happy, chatty boy had disappeared in favor of a more subdued, watchful young man who couldn't take the world around him for granted anymore. People he knew had died, his rock of a brother was looking more shaken that Diolon had ever known, and the boy wasn't sure how to handle it. So in the manner of the young, he'd gone looking for distractions. If he ignored the changes enough, his world would eventually get back to normal.
Today's distraction was one of the Stolen candidates. Sometimes, a 'brat had to be careful about them, 'cause they were so angry they'd take it out on anybody. But Diolon knew most of them by now, and this guy wasn't on the list. Diolon had never been one to let a little danger bother him was something interested him either, and the man's target practice enthralled him. He did his part for the Weyr and went out on gathering parties with the other 'brats, but no one had trusted him with a bow yet.
He bet he'd be good at it, too- the best hunter the Weyr'd ever seen. He just needed someone to show him how.
"Wow!" The boy blurted out from behind Firah, blue eyes shining with excitement. "How'd you learn to do that? Can you teach me? I promise I'd listen, and do everything you tell me to." Well, he'd try to, anyway.