Tanvil As you enter the weyr, looking about for the Candidate whom the Headsecond told you to speak to about the Weyr, a sharp, shrill trilling comes from a doorway.  "Honestly, Rill and Mischeif, can't you two calm down?" Someone asks, and a green flit whizzes past you to settle on a chair near the doorway. "Excuse me?" You inquire, and a boy of around fouteen or so Turns storms into the room, a blue firelizard on his left shoulder and another green on his right.  "Are you having some sort of problem?

"Well, no, unless you count the fact that Pailtor is driving me insane, Rill and Mischeif can't stop fighting, and I haven't gotten sleep in two nights!" The boy yells, angrily grabbing the green flitter off of the chair and setting it on his head.  "Sorry," He adds, taking a deep breath.  "I'm just having quite a few problems right now, with my new flits and everything.  I'm Tanvil."

You introduce yourself, and Tanvil holds out his hand, which you shake.  He has dark brown, wavy hair and hazel eyes that are large and expressive.  The blue firelizard chirps softly, as if wanting to be recognized.  "Oh, excuse me for not introducing you to my flits.  The blue is Meander, and the greens are Rill and Mischeif.  Meaner is the only calm one."

Almost as if to prove this point, Rill and Mischeif begin to bicker again, each squawking as loud as you can bear, until Tanvil shouts, "SHUT UP," which causes them to quiet. "It's all right, I have a green, too, and I know how annoying they can be," You say, smiling at the firelizards and gently scratching Meander's eyeridge.

"Like I said before, I'm really, really sorry," Tanvil repeats, looking very angry at himself for yelling at you, almost like a little holdbrat being chastised for getting into bubbly pies.  "What are you here for, though?" "The HeadSecond said that I needed you to help show me around the Weyr.  However, since it's nearly dark out, could we maybe pretend that we went around and saw the Weyr?" You ask. "Why not?" Tanvil asks, cradling Meander in his left arm and letting the two greens perch on his shoulder.  "There's a bunch of stuff that you can do while you're waiting, too.  Hmm...  It's not all entertaining, though.  You could read my journal, visit Pailtor, read the story Pailtor wrote for me about how I was Searched, read the story he wrote about our flits, or I could tell you more about my flits.  If none of the interests you, you could return back to DragonSoul Weyr.