You walk into one of the newly-occupied weyrs, looking about for the new weyrling rider. You've come to congratulate her, for she was the one who slunk away from everyone else at the Hatching Feast. Glancing about, you take a seat on one of the chairs, and at that moment a girl of about thirteen turns or so, and only about 5' 1" in height walks up to you, and begins to ask you all sorts of things about if there was anything you'd like.
"It's alright!" You say, having a double-take at how eager this girl is to please you. As she bends over to quickly pick up one of your shoes that you take off, you see that she has several red marks across the back of her neck, hidden by the long, waist-length, golden hair. 'A druge,' you think to yourself, knowing that only drudges have marks like that across the back of their necks from beatings. You realize that her personality sure does fit that of a drudge's, trying to make you feel like a Lord Holder. "Who are you?" You ask, and the girl mutters a reply. "What?" You ask again.
"I"m Fhandi, a greenrider at Darkmoon Weyr," The girl says quietly, her blue-green eyes flicking up and down you, searching for your shoulderknots for the first time. With a gasp, she says, "Forgive me, Journeyman Harper, but I did not realize that you were so highly ranked!" You can see Fhandi trembling, and for once you relize that your rank means more to other people than you realized.
Are you upsetting my rider, traveler? A voice asks, and you look around, and finally spot a small green dragon curled up next to the foot of the bed. It must be Fhandi's green dragon.
Suddenly, a midnight-blue blur streaks past your ear and settles on Fhandi's shoulder, quickly followed by a wood-brown, which goes to her other shoulder. "Oceanarnia, Chimi, quit it!" She says anxiously, afraid that the two flits might make you angry. "Sorry," Fhandi mutteres, reaching up with one hand to caress the two firelizards. "They sense Wenaveth's feelings well, and if she gets upset, they get twice as much so."
"It's alright," You say. "What are they like; tell me more about them, please?"
"Alright, I'll tell you," Fhandi replies. After you sit back and listen to what she says, you look over at something laying on her bunk.
"What's that?" You ask, and she turns a deep, violent red. It looks like a journal of some sort, but you can't tell.
Fhandi looks as though she'd rather not tell you, but she knows that with your rank, she'd better. "It's my book," She mutters in that same, low voice that she always uses. "The weyrharper tought me how to write, and now I've been recording my story on everything: how I got my flits, my Searching, and all of that."
You read the journal quickly, flipping through the pages with great interest, noting the small pictures drawn in the margin. "Not bad," You say absentmindedly, and Fhandi smiles for the first time that you've ever seen her do so.
"I think that's it," She says, and you stand up, greatful to of been here, but just as greatful to get out from what seems to be a little girl who would of been better as an Apprentice than a dragonrider.. Trying not to let Fhandi see your tears, you quickly walk out of the door.
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