Dark Moon Weyr

Lamanir slid down the blue transport dragon's side, landing strangely on his left foot and grimacing slightly. He smiled up at the rider, then accepted his packs and headed in search of the Headwoman, limping slightly.

The first person that he bumped into was a young girl that looked to be about his age, and he apologized quickly, seeing her greenrider knots. "Oh, it's okay," She said, smiling. Her eyes went unfocused quickly, and she turned back to Lamanir. "You wouldn't possibly be interested in standing as a Candidate,would you?" She asked.

Lamanir smiled; he couldn't believe his good luck. This might be a Searchrider! "Yes, I'm very interested," He said. "Whom should I speak to about standing?" He hoped that the girl would be able to help him.

"You're speaking to her right now," The girl said, offering her hand for Lamanir to shake. "I'm Fhandi, rider of the green Wenaveth. She's got a tiny clutch of six on the sands, and we're looking for one more male Candidate." Fhandi smiled slightly at Lamanir's strange look.

"Isn't six a rather small number for a clutch?" He asked, and immediately wished that he hadn't said it.

Fhandi appeared very offended, but she said nothing. "Not really," She sighed. "Everyone says that, but if you look at Wenaveth, you'll see why it's not. She's a tiny little green, and even though the sire of the clutch is a very large blue from Talor Cliff, the number is more than I expected." Fhandi gestured in the direction of the Hatching Sands. "Would you like to see the eggs?"

"Would I ever!" Lamanir replied, and followed Fhandi. "Do I have to have any inspection before I can stand as a Candidate?" He inquired. "Like, does Wenaveth have to approve of me?"

"Yeah, and if you have no criminal background, then you can stand," Fhandi said,unconcerned. "But I'm sure that you'll pass that."

Lamanir gulped slightly. "What exactly does 'no criminal background' mean? I mean, I sorta stole something, but I didn't know that I stole it, and it can't be returned..." He trailed off, and Fhandi's eyes flicked to the brown firelizard that he was now holding protectively.

"So you're the unlucky one that fell to T'kel's wrath, eh?" Fhandi asked, smiling. "Don't worry; it happens to everyone once in a while." At his confused look, she added, "Yes, everyone that has a dragon knows about you're little problem. I'm sure that Azala won't mind, though."

Lamanir said nothing more, for they stepped onto the Hatching Sands at that moment. With a gasp, he looked up at Wenaveth and her six perfect eggs... One of which he might Impress.

Dark Moon Weyr After the Hatching...