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10.Jul.23, 09:40 PM
Ereben's face split into a wide grin when Harknith crouched so that he could scramble aboard. He was still learning to be delicate, just in case a dragon was picky, but at least Ereben's footing was sure and he didn't dig into hide like some of the less nimble Candidates. Maybe this one would talk to him too! That was still such a weird thing to experience, like hearing someone but not hearing them with your ears. Really weird, but really cool!
Quickly, the youngster got to work. He had learned early on that dragons really liked it when you got in the little crevices and hard to clean spots. Ereben was good at that. Sand, scrub, sand, scrub. Easy. And L'shan seemed neat, for an older rider. Well, older than Ereben anyway. Ereben had only met a few riders that were jerks so far and they had been either way older than L'shan. Or girls. Women. Whatever. Ereben steered clear of goldriders and most bronzeriders on principle. He didn't want to talk with arrogance. He'd had enough of that in the caves.
So when L'shan asked him how long he had been at the Weyr, it was automatic that Ereben thought to come up with a cover story for his past, because he was still adjusting to the fact that nobody really cared that he had been Holdless, they only cared about what he did now that the dragons had said he was this Candidate thing. "Um...a few months?" he answered. "It still snowing pretty badly up here when I arrived and I forget how many days had passed since the new year and all that. Not that I'm not used to the snow or anything."
He cocked his head at L'shan. "You from here? Or somewhere else?" Not that Ereben liked history or anything but he was learning that most of the riders had come from a place called Katila, in the South. At least, most of the older ones. Apparently there was a lot of drama from back then and the dragonriders started reopening the Weyrs. Ereben had marked it in his mind to never go to Katila.
Quickly, the youngster got to work. He had learned early on that dragons really liked it when you got in the little crevices and hard to clean spots. Ereben was good at that. Sand, scrub, sand, scrub. Easy. And L'shan seemed neat, for an older rider. Well, older than Ereben anyway. Ereben had only met a few riders that were jerks so far and they had been either way older than L'shan. Or girls. Women. Whatever. Ereben steered clear of goldriders and most bronzeriders on principle. He didn't want to talk with arrogance. He'd had enough of that in the caves.
So when L'shan asked him how long he had been at the Weyr, it was automatic that Ereben thought to come up with a cover story for his past, because he was still adjusting to the fact that nobody really cared that he had been Holdless, they only cared about what he did now that the dragons had said he was this Candidate thing. "Um...a few months?" he answered. "It still snowing pretty badly up here when I arrived and I forget how many days had passed since the new year and all that. Not that I'm not used to the snow or anything."
He cocked his head at L'shan. "You from here? Or somewhere else?" Not that Ereben liked history or anything but he was learning that most of the riders had come from a place called Katila, in the South. At least, most of the older ones. Apparently there was a lot of drama from back then and the dragonriders started reopening the Weyrs. Ereben had marked it in his mind to never go to Katila.
