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You enter a lonely, dirty weyr. The sand-covered floor is somewhat warm, and the whole place seems like many dragons, for Turns upon Turns, have inhabitited it. "Can I help you?" a male voice calls. You turn and see a tall, lanky man with oily light brown hair walking towards you. He is thin, with a narrow frame and not quite enough flesh on his bones. "Are you lost?" You answer that you were just passing through. "Oh, I see. Well, this is my weyr." He grins a little. "I being T'ran, rider of brown Haranth from Seascape Weyr. It's great! I never expected my little brown beauty to pick me, of all candidates." He grins. "I'm glad a bronze didn't pick me, though." You inquire why.

"Well," he replies, "my father's father's father was a bronze rider. He was... killed... by a would-be Lord Holder. My father's father was a bronze rider, also, and he died of a disease. My father was a blue rider. Strangely, nothing happened to him. I was a little scared that if I get a bronze, something bad will happen to me." He sighs. "A little childish, but I can't help it." He taps his chin. "Although I suppose it's always great to have an extra bluerider, anyway. I heard Seascape has a lack of male candidates, and I was surprised when I was Searched out." He grins at you. "Well, Impressing is like a game of chance, anyway, and that's where I really excell." You blink at him. "Yeah, my mother was a Bitran. I can't help it, but I like to--er, gamble. Flying Thread is going to be the biggest gamble of my life, but I'm willing to take it. And here comes the little brown now!" You turn and see a sleepy brown weyrling tumbling inside. T'ran walks over to it and helps it up.


"This is Haranth, the mighty brown. He's a little big for a brown, no?" You nod, even though Haranth is the exact size he should be. "Ah well. Haranth and I are alerady late for flight lessons, so we better get going, now." He waves and ushers Haranth out towards the Weyrlingmaster.