"I look about the steaming sands,
with no hope left in my eyes.
I spy a little weyrling left,
and she comes to me, to my surprise.
She looks at me with rainbow eyes,
lightly whirling as she thinks;
whether or not I can be with her
in one of those touching links.
Just as I think I can hear her name
she suddenly turns around
and croons to another little girl,
as I leave, without a sound."
You stand still as the runnerbeast, just a foal, snorts impatiently and stamps her feet. The girl smiles. "Looking for a less mournful song, lovey?" The red stallion in the next stall nickers at her. "Ah, Raidin, darling, you must wait until I am done with Fervvin!" She hops off the stall and suddenly notices you, and her face turns red. "I'm sorry! I didn't notice you there. And, um, you didn't hear that song, did you?" You nod and she turns even more red. "Shells, I didn't intend to ruin your hearing with my bad songs!" She sighs as she reaches into a bag. You step forward, curious, as she pulls out a little egg. "Here, can you do me a favor and take this?" You ask why. "It's a flit egg and I can't take care of four flits, two runnerbeasts, and a dragon!" You ask if she's a candidate. "Yes, I am. At Dragonsclan Weyr. Now PLEASE take the egg?" You finally reach out and take it, and she grins at you. "Thanks. I'm Kaylae, by the way. Not to be confused with Kaylei!" She sighs again. "I hope I'm going to transfer to another Weyr so no one gets confused.
"Shards, but I'm such a bad hostess. I can't, um, offer you klah or wine or anything, unless you'd like a sugar cube." You laugh and she grins. "I was just about to brush Raidin--that's the red stallion over there," and she points, "after I'd finished Fervvin. They're from Gavania, by the way. Want to watch? I'll try not to sing anymore!" You assure her you liked the song and she looks skeptic. "Really? I don't much like it, but if you do, I might write it down." You stare at her, and she smiles sweetly, blue eyes sparkling. "Yep, my father was a Harper, so I have a teensy bit of musical literacy." She sighs. "And that song was a true story, by the way." She walks over to her brush and picks it up, climbing into Raidin's stall, as you ask about it. "I was a candidate at Gallimim Weyr when I was nine. The gold weyrling looked at me and I almost Impressed her, but then she turned and chose someone else." She starts brushing Raidin and you get your first good look at the two horses.
"Now, let's see... well, my mother was born in Seascape Beasthold and my father was a Journeyman Harper. They met, and produced me. Well, me and a few other children. My mother started working at Middle Weyr after my father died. Her name's Kitera, by the way." She starts working on Raidin's mane. "So, you can imagine how discouraged I was about my failure at Gallimim. Well, then a Searchrider came from Dragonsclan, and told me I'd make a good dragonrider. Now THAT surprised me. I used to be a real wit, but after the incident with the flit eggs, I think I got over it." You ask her about the "incident with the flit eggs." "I didn't mention it? Oh, hm. Well, my mother and I were at Gray Haven when it happened. It just so happened that we stumbled into a room filled with flit eggs. No one else was in there and my mother told me to stay there so I didn't get any more lost than we were. She left to go find help, but the flits started hatching!" She rolls her eyes. "So, I rushed over and tried to help them. Unfortunately... I ended up Impressing three." She sighs. "By that time, the other people who wanted eggs were alerted, and everyone rushed in. A few people were angry because..." Before she could finish, three flits pop out of between. "...I Impressed the queen!" You grin as the little queen flit inspects you head to toe. "That's gold Karin, the blue is Purin, and the green is Lorin. All from the same clutch." She holds out an arm, and all three flits perch.
"Whew, I think you've had basically the run-down of my life. What else is there to say?" She pauses, thinking. "Hmm, how about 'I'm a journeyman Runnerbest trainer?' Heh, you know that now." She shrugs. "Care to see my weyr?" You nod, and she hops down from her perch on the stall, disgruntling all three flits. "Now, Kar, Pur, Lor, if you didn't want to feel some jolting about you should have stayed doing whatever mischief you were." She pats all three of them anyway, and leads you through the caverns. She walks for quite awhile then stops in front of a door. A note is tacked up on it and she tears it off, frowning. "SHELLS!" she exclaims, and sighs mightily. "I've been moved again!" You blink at her. "They keep moving my weyr around for people who HAVE Impressed already," she explains. Kaylae scowls at the door then turns and walks around like a feline unsure of new territory. "Where'd they put it..." she murmurs over and over. She finally lets out a triumphant "Aha!" and opens a door to a stone weyr. She looks at it in such dismay that you laugh. "It's so... um... small."
She walks inside and you follow. "This is, my weyr," she says slowly. "This is a... um, table!" She points to a table, "and this is a... uhh... Dragon couch!" She whirls around and points to the dragon couch, then bursts out laughing. "How silly! I'm trying to give you a tour of my weyr and I don't even know what's in it! Come now, shall we explore?" You nod and you both seperate, prowling about like anxious flits. Karin, Lorin and Purin all do absolutely nothing to help, although Lorin tries to test the dragon couch but promptly falls down into it. Everyone except Lorin laughs in their own way, and Lorin looks highly indignant as she perches on a window with Purin and Karin. Kaylae wipes a tear from her eye. "Ah, well. Sorry Lorrie. Now, I believe that's everything. Nice of everyone to move all my STUFF!" She kicks a table. "I supposed there's nothing for you to do now, I'm such a dull person. Perhaps you can find something interesting in my scrap book over there?" You say you'll look and she smiles and nods. "Have fun in my new weyr... I think Karin's getting hungry." She lets her flits perch on her arm again, waves with her other, and walks out the door... before realizing it's closed and slamming into it. You both fall down laughing this time, and all three of Kaylae's flits are hysterical. "Oh my dear, now that was silly!" Kaylae grins at you. "This time I think I'll open it." And she makes a show of opening the door and leaving.
Chuckling to yourself, you turn to look at her scrapbook.
Name: Kaylae
Age: 16 Turns
Gender: I'm shocked.
Pets: Two runners (Raiden, Firvven), three flits (gold Karin, blue Purin, green Lorin)
Hair: Red
Eyes: Blue
Candidate at: Dragonsclan Weyr
Hopes to Impress: Doesn't care
