13.Dec.23, 02:01 PM
At least Telgar wasn't as cold as High Reaches was.
But it was still cold.
The Candidate cadre, as some were calling it, was currently up at Telgar Weyr, where T'ryn had offered Ereben to come to instead of High Reaches, awaiting the latest clutch to Hatch. When Ereben had said yes to staying at High Reaches, he kind of thought that he was just...stay there. Even though Holdless had the freedom of venturing wherever on Pern they wanted to go, they usually stayed mostly in the same spot because they knew it. So bouncing from Weyr to Weyr was something new. And...honestly...fun.
Well, the not Impressing part wasn't as fun but Ereben didn't think there was a way to make a dragon choose him so he just...had to keep trying.
He knew that he could eventually be too old to Impress but he had Turns on that still so that didn't worry him. So, as long as the dragonriders said he could be a Candidate, he was going to. And he wasn't going to be a lazy slug like some of the other Candidates were, who saw this opportunity as a chance for free room and board. No, Ereben worked -- scrubbing pots in the kitchen, scrubbing dragons at the lake. He was still super surprised whenever a dragon talked to him because that was really fucking cool and he saw it as just another sign that he should be here, doing this, and not hiding in the caves, scared for his life, somewhere else.
And then there was this thing called hot chocolate, which Telgar had, and it was delicious.
Ereben didn't really like klah but he drank it because it was available and he wasn't going to complain but hot chocolate was actually good. And there were these little fluffy things called marshmallows that could be added to it. If they let him, he'd eat just those.
Which was why he was standing just at the entrance to the Dining Hall, drinking his second hot chocolate of the day, his eyes looking up at the sky and wondering if it was going to get colder with those clouds, and trying to figure out what he could do to continue securing his usefulness to the Weyr he was currently at.
But it was still cold.
The Candidate cadre, as some were calling it, was currently up at Telgar Weyr, where T'ryn had offered Ereben to come to instead of High Reaches, awaiting the latest clutch to Hatch. When Ereben had said yes to staying at High Reaches, he kind of thought that he was just...stay there. Even though Holdless had the freedom of venturing wherever on Pern they wanted to go, they usually stayed mostly in the same spot because they knew it. So bouncing from Weyr to Weyr was something new. And...honestly...fun.
Well, the not Impressing part wasn't as fun but Ereben didn't think there was a way to make a dragon choose him so he just...had to keep trying.
He knew that he could eventually be too old to Impress but he had Turns on that still so that didn't worry him. So, as long as the dragonriders said he could be a Candidate, he was going to. And he wasn't going to be a lazy slug like some of the other Candidates were, who saw this opportunity as a chance for free room and board. No, Ereben worked -- scrubbing pots in the kitchen, scrubbing dragons at the lake. He was still super surprised whenever a dragon talked to him because that was really fucking cool and he saw it as just another sign that he should be here, doing this, and not hiding in the caves, scared for his life, somewhere else.
And then there was this thing called hot chocolate, which Telgar had, and it was delicious.
Ereben didn't really like klah but he drank it because it was available and he wasn't going to complain but hot chocolate was actually good. And there were these little fluffy things called marshmallows that could be added to it. If they let him, he'd eat just those.
Which was why he was standing just at the entrance to the Dining Hall, drinking his second hot chocolate of the day, his eyes looking up at the sky and wondering if it was going to get colder with those clouds, and trying to figure out what he could do to continue securing his usefulness to the Weyr he was currently at.