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Javon's Room

You enter a medium sized weyr. A stone dragon couch is in one corner, empty. A door leading to the weyrs main living area is open. You peek in and see a empty room. Getting bolder you enter and look around. A table is at the center of the room. Two chairs are by it. The table is thick with dust, a few finger prints can be seen, and it looks like someone has doodled in the dust. You look closer and see somthing that looks like a distorted hand print and a smiling face. You smile and continue to look around. A rug, whicth is surprisingly clean, save for one fruit juice stain is under the table. A cabinet stocked with numweed and hide oil. Most likely for a future dragon that might, hopefully live in this weyr. Another door is at the far side of the room and you are about to peek in when a young boy with his hands full of cleaning supplies comes out. He jumps, and throws them in every direction. He blushes and hands a dirty hand to you.
“Hello, I’m Javon.” you shake his hand and get a very dirty gray palm when you pull it out. He laughs. “Sorry ‘bout that. Just moved in was chossen ya know.” he says.
“Wait,.” you say, "Your a dragon rider?"
"Yep, I jsut was chossen by Jakal'Zeri, a Geperna dragon."
voice dry. He laughs again.
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“Sorry, I didn't notice him before., I really am.”
“I didn’t doubt that.”
He bends down to pick up what he dropped and you help him, bumping heads in the process. “Oww.” he says rubbing his head. “That hurt, ya know?” you laugh, rubbing your own smarting head.
He picks up the cloths and clean fullid. “As you see, I’ve a major clean up job to do.” he says. going over to the table and wiping it, causeing a great amount dust to stir. You sneeze, and notice that he is holding a cloth over his nose. “Well, can’t help that really.” he says, tosing you a cloth. You hold it over your nose, suddenl finding it easier to breath.
When the layer of dust gone he lays on some cleaning fullid and the table starts to have a slight gleam to it. Javon holds the bottle to the light. “Ah, yes. Age old secret cleaning fullid.”
“What is in it?” you ask.
“I don’t know, that’s why it is a secret.” Javon answers, with a grin. He grabs a broom and starts to sweep the floor. The floor is not as bad as the table was, infact he only spends about 5 minute cleaning it, and not too much dust is stired up. He puts the broom away and looks satisfied. “Done. Do ya wanna see my room? It’s in slightly better condition then my weyr area.”
You follow him into the ajoining chamber and are imedietly attacked by one fling lizard. Javon yells at her.

“Pest! stop that, he/she (whatever gender you are) is our guest.” the green immeditly stop. The green lands on his head. “This little green is Pest. Don't ask me about her name, It has a legacy behind it.” you laugh and look around the room. A bed is in one corner and a small table is next to it, the bed looks newly made, and the sheets are wrinkled and the table shines like the other one in the main room. You look around the room again. Nothing out of the ordinary, nothing really. Anyway, the room on a whole is clean, or anyeay it’s cleaner and the place is nicly furnished, if the furniture is old and patched. Javon looks around the room and says, “I have some cleaning to do.
You wonder about this boy and decide to ask him about his life before he came to the weyr.
“Well,” he says after a moments pause. “I can’t really say much. I mean it’s all kinda boreing. But if you really want to hear it. I was born at Nerat hold. My father, Jerak, was a person healer and so was my mother, Livona. They were very happy with there lives. I have 4 sibs, three younger, two one older. My brother, Yavon is two years older then me, he’s 17, I’m 15, and my other sibs are Jina, who is 10, Sarim, who is 6 and, Kliara, who is 12. Well, I was searched by Dragon Gate Weyr and came here yesterday. That’s why the place is such a mess.” you smile reasuringly and he goes on, “Well, I impressed my flit at Talor Cliff Weyr. I really love her. She helped me through a lot.” he looks around nerviously. “Did I leave anything out?"
"I don't think so." you say. He nodds.
"Good. I better be going now. I'll see you later, maybe when you come back i may have impressed!

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