K'rin's weyr

You enter a stone weyr, further from the others, secluded... almost as if on purpose, from the distance it is from the whole Weyr. There are no glow-baskets on the walls, no torches, no light at all except the quiet, faded light of the setting sun. Bravely, you step forward. Suddenly, something hits you hard in the chest, sending you back a few inches but not tearing even your tunic. Glaring defiantly, a tiny bronze fire-lizard flies in circles in front of you.

He peers at you, his eyes whirling in the yellows and oranges of great distress. He gives a little cheep and flies forward, trying to attack you again. You step to the right without so much as flinching, causing the flit to hit his little bronze head against a wall, eyes bright red in pain, and slowly turn back to orange. He scolds you loudly for your actions and you smile.

A green flit appears from between, chittering anxiously to the bronze, and they seem to be conferring. Finally, the green flies away, hovering right in front of your face. You stare at each other. She looks you up and down, then locks eyes again. You are the first to look away, as nothing can outstare a dragon-kin, even fire-lizards. It chitters happily and the two flits confer again.

A figure moves in the shadows. You turn towards it, warily, and relax as you notice it is a young man, about 16 Turns old. He gives an oddly disturbing smile and steps out, revealing a face deathly pale. A gold fire-lizard flaps her wings, steadying herself on his shoulder, chirping at the other two in a matter-of-factly way. The other two are almost instantly quiet, in honor of the queen fire-lizard. She looks very smug.

"Heyla," he says, and you remember that this is Kayorin. "Sorry about the flits." You stare at him, astonished, and he laughs. "Yeah, I changed a lot since I Impressed Yslith. He made it clear that I couldn't act like I did anymore!" He grins at you and motions for you to follow him. The flits all disappear somewhere, and he walks into a small weyr. Standing, peering into a jar, is a blue dragon.

"Yslith, if you turn that pot over again..." Kayorin begins warily. The dragon jumps, and the pot falls, and smashes, before you or Kayorin can do anything. "AGAIN?! Yslith! You've been doing that since you hatched!" The blue looks guilty, and turns wistful eyes up at him. Kayorin sighs. "Oh, fine, I'll forgive you. Just don't do it again." The blue brightens and walks to a dragon couch, lying down.

"Well, you've meant my Yslith. My name's K'rin, by the way." He starts sweeping the pot up. "I Impressed at Talor Cliff. It was a clutch of 26 eggs, and two queens!" You whistle appreciatevly. "Took awhile for Yslith to hatch, though when he did, I swear it took the Weyrlingmaster, myself, and a queenrider to get him to stop eating!" He rubs the blue, then sighs. "We only learned how to fly a few days ago--rats, he says he's hungry. Gotta go feed him or else I'll never hear the end of it. G'day." He nods at you, and leads the weyrling outside.

Name: Kayorin
Age: 16
Sex: Male
Impressed At: TALOR CLIFF WEYR!!! (can ya see it? *grin*)
Hair: Black
Eyes: Gray/hazel

Name: Yslith
Age: Hatchling
Color: Blue
Sire: Bronze Treyath
Dam: Gold Naomith
Clutch #: 5

Names: Titter, Lyth, and Syckl
Colors: Bronze, gold, and green
Ages: 1.2 Turns
From: Sapphire Weyr