06.Oct.13, 11:09 AM
Trelanvor was glad he and Z'jan had decided to visit the hall on the same night. Things had started off a little rocky, but he sensed a similarity with the other young man. Some times he felt out of place among his fellow candidates. Many seemed to resent having been stolen, something Trel simply didn't share. It wasn't an ideal way to become a candidate, but it was pretty dam exciting.
He wanted to believe he'd impress, someday. It made being stolen and leaving behind friends and family worth it. To have to be something other than a dragonrider would be a big disappointment. He seen the faces of those who impressed enough times to want that moment for himself. To be denied that wasn't something he wanted to consider. Trel stared thoughtfully at the lock when Z'jan went quiet. "I must say I've never seen what was so wonderful about Browns and Bronzes. Sure they are big, but honestly who wants to be saddled with all that responsibility. Besides running the risk of ending up Weyrleader. Greens and Blues have it made. No one really gives a dam about what you do." He looked up at the man and grinned. "Think about it if you were a Brown or Bronzerider you would not be trying to get into a locked room."
Trel focused on the door, twisting and adjusting his lock picks as he tried to find the right configuration. He knew Z'jan was right. Impressing would change everything. Right now he if he ended up back home he could pick up where he left off. If he impressed then his future was pretty much decided. There would be no going back to how things were. "Seriously you miss fish guts?" His face contorted into a disgusted grimace. "Come by the kitchens some time and you can find all the fish guts you like." He shuddered. "If it is a game I guess we'll both just have to play our parts. Not that I've ever been very good at following rules."
"Why because your last one was such a big help?" Trelanvor teased, eyes upon the lock. He leaned forward, carefully rotating on of the picks. He was close he could feel it. A resistance slowly giving way to the pressure he slowly applied. He felt more than heard a slight click as the locks inner workings finally slide into place. Trel bounced to his feet, a wide, excited grin splitting his face. "I got it! I can't believe this actually worked!" He slipped his lock picks into his pockets, his free hand wrapping around the door handler. With a turn and a shove he pushed the door open, staring into the darkness within. "A light, we need a light." He spun in a circle, spotting a glow hanging conveniently on the opposite wall. He bounded over, nearly ripping it off it's hook in his haste.
He flipped the glow open a bit further, shooting Z'jan an ecstatic grin he stepped into the room. With the glow swinging in front of him Trel examined his discovery. One would have thought he'd just discovered some secret room. The light from the glow basket illuminated rows of shelves filling the room. "Looks like a supply room. Bandages, redwort, some numbweed." He rattled off as he studied the shelves. It may not have been anything out of the ordinary, but his grin never faded.
He wanted to believe he'd impress, someday. It made being stolen and leaving behind friends and family worth it. To have to be something other than a dragonrider would be a big disappointment. He seen the faces of those who impressed enough times to want that moment for himself. To be denied that wasn't something he wanted to consider. Trel stared thoughtfully at the lock when Z'jan went quiet. "I must say I've never seen what was so wonderful about Browns and Bronzes. Sure they are big, but honestly who wants to be saddled with all that responsibility. Besides running the risk of ending up Weyrleader. Greens and Blues have it made. No one really gives a dam about what you do." He looked up at the man and grinned. "Think about it if you were a Brown or Bronzerider you would not be trying to get into a locked room."
Trel focused on the door, twisting and adjusting his lock picks as he tried to find the right configuration. He knew Z'jan was right. Impressing would change everything. Right now he if he ended up back home he could pick up where he left off. If he impressed then his future was pretty much decided. There would be no going back to how things were. "Seriously you miss fish guts?" His face contorted into a disgusted grimace. "Come by the kitchens some time and you can find all the fish guts you like." He shuddered. "If it is a game I guess we'll both just have to play our parts. Not that I've ever been very good at following rules."
"Why because your last one was such a big help?" Trelanvor teased, eyes upon the lock. He leaned forward, carefully rotating on of the picks. He was close he could feel it. A resistance slowly giving way to the pressure he slowly applied. He felt more than heard a slight click as the locks inner workings finally slide into place. Trel bounced to his feet, a wide, excited grin splitting his face. "I got it! I can't believe this actually worked!" He slipped his lock picks into his pockets, his free hand wrapping around the door handler. With a turn and a shove he pushed the door open, staring into the darkness within. "A light, we need a light." He spun in a circle, spotting a glow hanging conveniently on the opposite wall. He bounded over, nearly ripping it off it's hook in his haste.
He flipped the glow open a bit further, shooting Z'jan an ecstatic grin he stepped into the room. With the glow swinging in front of him Trel examined his discovery. One would have thought he'd just discovered some secret room. The light from the glow basket illuminated rows of shelves filling the room. "Looks like a supply room. Bandages, redwort, some numbweed." He rattled off as he studied the shelves. It may not have been anything out of the ordinary, but his grin never faded.