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Candidate Natren

You enter a large weyr. A young man enters. He is tall and handome but who could use a haircut. He smiles at you and welcomes you saying, " Hello good stranger. Have you come to adopt of of my flitters? Well I am sorry but you cannot get them here. If you must have one go here
. I am a candidate at Riveth's Weyr. She and her golden daughter, Vyrianath, are supposed to rise soon. I am getting quite anxious. My name is Natren I come from a large hold quite neat here it s called Ridge Crest Weyr. You've heard of it?" You nod and beckon him to finish his short autobiography. " Well my mother was head woman and rider of green Lacktossth, until she was damaged in thread score and both went between never to be seen again. On happier terms my father raised me up to be what I am today. He does not want me to impress because of what happened to my mother but it is in my blood and I have a great need to fly. I have already purchased at the recent gather meat and oil for the hatchling