You walk into a brightly lit weyr. The owner is nowhere in sight. You see some cloths and things on a small table toward the back. You walk toward these things. They appear to be the start of a very fine gather dress suitable for any lady holder. There is also a blue vest laying on the wide bed with four plain posts. You guess she is making a matching set.

Suddenly you hear a door close. You turn around to see a young woman of about 18 turns step out of the bathroom. She is fully dressed in an ankle length purple gown.The material of the dress slightly clings to her curvacious figure. Her short dark hair is cropped close enough to fit under a riding helmet and neatly outlines her high cheek bones. She is very easy on the eyes.

"Hi," she says in a very cheerful voice. She walks right up to you and shakes your hand. "I'm Analyssa." She's not the least bit bashful. Her blue eyes seem to smile like the rest of her.

"Hi," you say back. "I am just checking out the new candidates for the clutch on the Hatching Grounds."

"Really, " she says. "Would you like some klah? It's nice and warm. I like a nice cup when I get out of the bath. I am sorry I couldn't be here to greet you properly, but I was cutting my hair."

"Sure," you say and you watch her pick up the klah pot and pour two mugs of the steaming liquid. Her hands seem too small for the task."Why did you do that?"

"I decided that in order to be a proper dragonrider that I needed to cut it, so it wouldn't be a hazard when I fly threadfall. I used to have long hair down to my shoulders, but now it's just the way you see it ," she says the smile a little faded on her full lips.

"That is very noble of you to make that sacrifice. Analyssa, I was admiring your work before you came in. What do you do," you say changing the subject.

"Oh, that, " she says a bit surprised. "That's just some clothes I am making. It's what I do when I am bored or nervous. I guess it comes from being the daughter of two master weavers."

You are surprised to see a bright coloration in her echeeks. You are obviously making the young woman nervous. Analyssa is suddenly not as confident as she seemed. You try to put her at ease by asking about the rest of her family.

"I am the youngest of seven children. I have six older brothers."

"That must have been fun growing up."

"Yeah," she nods with a slight chuckle. "Many would think I am a tomboy, but I am just the opposite. I am very much a lady and a good daughter.

You try not to show how obvious that is simply by the elaborateness of the clothes she is making. She seems to be a very humble girl despite her obvious skill with a needle.

She offers you a seat in a small inornate wooden chair next to the table as she takes up the garment she is working on. "I know what you must be thinking. How does a girl like her wind up in a weyr anyway."

You nod acknowledgement a little embarrassed that your next question was plain on your face.

Analyssa begins to sew rather quickly deftly mocing the needle in and out of the blue silk. "It's kind of a long story."

"I've got time," you say quickly eager to indulge your curiosity.

" You see my family lives in a cot hold just south of Fort. Both of my parents, Talise and Benter are master weavers as I said. Two of my brothers are studying at the smith crafthall. Another is in the Harper Hall. Tow were Searched, and the last one is working with my parents. When I turned 14 turns. my parents began to wonder what I was going to do with my life. The obvious answer was the weaver craft hall. My parents sent me there without delay," she says with a sigh. "I thought it was going to be great, but I soon found myself the brunt of several practical jokes. I went to the masters, but nothing could be done to stop it.

One day I was out in the garden crying because of one really harsh joke. Someone had ruined a dress I had to do as a project for one of the masters. They ripped it up and wrapped it around some rotten wherry meat. Anyway, I had run out into the garden after discovering the disaster. I was still crying when a little bronze fire-lizard appeared. He tried to cheer me up, but it didn't work. The litte bronze fire-lizard blinked between and returned a with his owner a bronze dragonrider. When he found me, I must have looked terrible. I usually get all red and blotchy when I cry. He sat down next to me and put his arm around me. I cried on his shoulder and told him the whole thing. He comforted me and told me about one of his own experiences. Then he helped me up , and we walked to his dragon. Once there his dragon looked at me and sniffed me. Then I heard what he said! He said, "She might make a good dragonrider." I had never heard dragons before at least not anything that I knew was dragons. It doesn't happen all the time. I guess I have learned to block it out. The dragonrider asked me if I wanted to be a candidate and here I am . I just got approved for candidacy. I'll get to stand on the Sands for Green Aldath's and Blue Wakith's clutch. Sorry to have bored you to death, but I warned you that it was a long story," she says with a giggle.

You smile at the youth. She is very pretty. You think she might make a good dragonrider. You excuse yourself to go visit other candidates.

"Please come back and visit again," she says smile in place while she bats her long eyelashes. Then she turns back to her sewing, and you leave the weyr.

Name: Analyssa

Age: 18 turns

Job: Weaver apprentice

Parents: Talise and Benter

Birthplace: Limra Hold near Fort.

Candidate: Jerdan Weyr

The background came from Angelfire, and the picture of Fantar came from Themes Plus. The cool title is a gift from my friend Lindsey. Thanks. :)

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