Whipping them Into Shape (All Candidates)

[mc16neo]

Sinic was rather new to the Weyr. He was just Searched by a passing Rider. At first he thought it was a mistake. But then the dragon insisted and Sinic agreed to go. Once at the Weyr he was supposed to be in a temporary room since they arrived late at night. Sinic passed out in his furs and was awaken very early by a drudge. The drudge was polite and advised him to get dressed and head to the other candidates He barely got to sleep last night before he woke this morning completely tired. He wasn't one hundred percent sure what he would be looking forward to but he knew it was something he had to do.

Sinic went up with the other Candidates and saw the Candidate Master. He approached her and bowed his head respectfully. "I am Sinic ma'am. I am a new Candidate. It is a pleasure to be here." he said. He went back to the Candidates and waited for instruction. When he heard to stretch he made sure to do it well. He wasn't the best runner but he could run for a while. The size of the Bowl surprised him. Once they were called to start he began to run. He was focused and willing to run till he passed out. His body slowly began to pick up a good pace and then he maintained it. He saw many cute females running as well. He wouldn't have mind any of them in truth. But he knew better then to just go up and say some stupid line most guys do. He had to be sincere about wanting to know them.

[Drgnwlf71]

Kalaht knew he wouldn't be missed. He hated how other people looked at him as they passed by. He walked backed to the Weyr Bowl. As he looked on, he noticed that everyone was running. That even made him feel worse. He let out a sigh of once again being singled out. He expected no one to pity him, just that he would be included in the events. Just because he was wounded, didn't mean that he could run.

He sat down and just watched and leaned up against a tree. He wanted to be friends with the others but didn't know anything about them besides everyone was busy. He watched the Candidates run but two stuck out, Kegin and this new one. He had never really been around people before because his parents sheltered him and prevented him to go anywhere except the marketplace and chores around the house. There was something about him and he didn't know what. Why those two and not the others? He didn't look at them in that way. He just admired they way moved. Such dedication and determination. Every step they took, they glided over the ground with ease.

Kalaht wanted to show these some of these idiots how to run. He was afraid to approached any of them, especially those two. They intimidated him. He wouldn't want to get into a fight with them, either of them. He saw a lot of females as well. He was just a people watcher, nothing more than friendship really became of his interests and watching others. They had to approach him because he was a timid creature and quiet. He paid attention how they all ran and quickly forgot about his worries. He was there to train. This would a great skill to learn before hand, how observant could he be?

Kalaht put his observing skills he learned from his brother to the test. He smiled as he chuckled to see most of the Candidates actually -were- in good shape. He took his tunic off because he was hot. Underneath, revealed a small, stocky body built like a rock. He was medium build of solid muscle. He and his brother had trained together many times before his death. Of course, no one was perfect, counting him. His looks weren't all that great. No one like short and stocky anyway. If any of these girls came up and talked to him, it would be nothing short of a miracle.

[seneth]

Bicran

Running was just…running, Bicran grunted. Casting one booted foot in front of the other. The task not much different from those he’d been expected to do at Eastern. Though more things t’look at… The lad decided finally allowing blue eyes to wonder, his pace steady lacking effort. There should be a’reason t’run… He added, glancing at the antics of his fellow Candidates. The most interesting being the smooth forward roll, as one of the lads tripped. With an amused grunt he paid a bit more attention to what was in front of his own feet. His pace occasionally picking up to break up the dull monotony of his own steps.

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Klinorfin

From one of the openings onto the Weyrbowl, a head of curly hair and large green eyes watched the lesson. He wasn’t peaking…not really, they were running in the open, during daylight…well sunrise. But that didn’t matter did it? A Harper mastered a range of instruments…, or so his father said. But how is this an instrument…

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Admin's Note:[/hr][/I] Pausing, he shrugged. What he really wanted to learn, was more about the Weyr! There were lots of interesting people, amazing dragons, people his own age and…and running! No, not the running! He hated running, short legs and running didn‘t mix! It didn’t help that older apprentices had convinced him to join in their “shot run” before. Sticking his tongue out at the memory, he returned to his…watching.

After a while he singled out one boy. He was around his height too…! Well before he sat down. What would riders say…shards? …or was it shells? His face crumpled in thought, shells didn’t sound as hard, but shards might have a better effect. Can’t say both…people will start looking at me funny, the boy sighed. “Shells, what should I…” Realising how easy it was, he grinned. Bet I’ll learn more than father by watching, he thought stifling a chuckle. Archives can’t teach you everything…! Duty bound he was about to argue with himself…but shrugged instead. No point, he added glancing over at Kalaht. Bit unfair being forced to sit out, he thought finally. But if your injured, …what about injuring his or her pride…

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Admin's Note:[/hr] Some think pride is the worst one to injure.[/I] He mused to himself, happily twisting his words. Back on topic! Its best to watch away together…you can at least share opinions…and talk. Without having to resort to talking to yourself…like I’m doing, shells! Grinning at his use of the oath…or was it saying? He carefully slid from his hiding place.

Today at least he wasn’t going to stick out like a sore thumb in his neutral colours. There was his black hair…but he couldn’t do anything about that. He decided finally, his eyes glistening at the prospect of company. Tiptoeing, (a frighteningly easy skill for him), he found himself behind a tree. Stealth like a… he frowned, Like a Watch-Wher at night![/b] Before the little voice could question him again he shifted round for a better look.

“You look bad…well like you feel bad,” A young voice chimed, as he peaked from behind the tree. “Are you okay?” He added with an open smile. “I’m Klinorfin…a mouthful I know, so people call me Fin.” The lad murmured softly, his voice still clear despite being muted. “Tall aren’t they?” He nodded towards some of the older candidates, before quickly adding, “Ah, um…mind if I join you…

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Admin's Note:[/hr] Bit boring talking to yourself…well it is when I talk to myself…” The lad shrugged.

[Drgnwlf71]

Kalaht yawned as he scooted over. He sighed and nodded his head. "I am Kalaht, Kal for short and yes they are tall. I welcome anybody coming over to keep me awake. I want to run. There's nothing wrong with my legs. Shards! It stinks to be short. No girls go for us. I want a girl but I doubt that these females would have any interest in me. They all go for the tall and handsome like that man other there." He pointed to Kegin. He sighed.

Kalaht was lonely. Even though he was 13, he still had needs. He had appeared t have matured faster than the others. "No girl goes for the short and stocky anymore." Kalaht sighed. He sat down underneath the shade tree that he was leaning up against. "I feel bad. My shoulder hurts again."He smiled at Fin. He wasn't bad looking but he preferred females. Kalaht was very observant and he pointed things out to Fin that he hadn't noticed before. Kalaht watched everything. Almost nothing escape him. -Almost-. hm..he must perfect the skill. If he was not wounded, then he wound show them. Being out was hurting his pride. He hated that. Kalaht was a proud young man but didn't show it. He wasn't one to flex his muscles to to impress a girl.Kalaht was a nice, polite boy.

More than likely he would have to approach a girl if he wanted to engage conversation. He was scared. What if they laughed at him? His mind filled with what ifs. He was nervous as he watched the girls run. He chuckled. A lot of them were better off than the boys!

[seneth]

Settling down next to the lad Fin grinned, his fingers rapping a happy trill on his knees. Contact! That has to be one up on father, he thought shifting into a comfortable position. His ears happily taking in the other boys words. But where have I seen him before… He mused, spelling out the boys name with his fingers. I…um…don’t know…I’ll have to ask Father... Fin added finally before turning to his companion. “Pleasure to meet you Kal.” He chimed, his expression light, youthful. “It’s odd seeing so many different ages, learning…running together…” Fin grimaced, his ears pricking at Kal’s exclamation. See it does sound more effective! Someone could easily bellow it and be heard. He smiled wistfully, before eyeing the boy beside him.

“I’ve never been much good at running and girls…” His face crumpled, “At least you look your age…ask anyone and they’ll say I’m around ten turns or younger. Father always says I’ll start to grow soon, you will too.” He added, hoping to cheer up the lad. “Anyway I heard after impressing, Weyrlings aren’t supposed…or was it they’ll be too busy…” Fin frowned, “Something about having a partner…a girl one I mean…or a boy, depending on which you like.” He shrugged, his eyes looking back to the runners. “I’m not old enough yet…and, I’ve got my Harper training,” The boy smiled, as he settled back.
“Anyway you’re a candidate, you’ll have lots of things to talk to them about. Like the Weyr…the hatching…dragons…and where they came from.” He said ticking things off on his fingers. A bit jealous that Kal would get plenty of chances and he wouldn‘t. But I’m going to be a Harper…! He added biting back a grin, Soon I’ll be sent to the Harper Hall…! When Father said I’m ready. Hopefully Fort because I know a few of the Harpers there. But not yet… The Weyr was a fun place to be, also he’d get to watch a hatching! Fin grinned. How many apprentices could say they’d done that! With a happy sigh he returned to people watching. Nodding occasionally as Kal pointed out something.

“You know, you’d make a good Harper I think…you see things other people ignore,” He pointed out before suddenly yawning. “Forgive me…” Fin sighed happily, his fingers drumming on his lap. “Is this is your first lesson?” He asked with a smile. “I’m sure you’ll have enough time to prove yourself…if that’s what you want to do? But if your…” His eyes suddenly widened. “I know who you are…” He breathed. Suddenly realising why the mention of his shoulder had bothered him. “Well…you know my father, Klivin…Journeyman Harper Klivin.” The boy grinned vaguely remembering the day he’d been transported to the Weyr. “How’s your shoulder?” Fin asked softly, a hint of awe in his voice.

[Drgnwlf71]

Kalaht chuckled. "My shoulder stills hurts. " he said. "I don't really know. I can't tell." he replied. He was a handsome but he didn't think so. "Yes, it is and I haven't made a choice on a craft yet." he said. "So you're Fin, the Harper's son." he yawned. Bored and tired. "I'm from Caspian Hold. My brother was stationed there for five Turns before he was taken by the local bandits. He and I were hunting and was ambushed. Then I met your father. Nice man. I'm very excited to be a Candidate....even chosen. That bronze, P'rin's dragon? He's HUGE! I mean, you could fit three houses, ten Runners underneath him, PLUS have for two MORE guest houses!!" he laughed.

Kalaht's mood was improving yet, the knowledge that his brother's death would haunt him for many Turns until he finds the culprit and instigates his vengeance. "My brother was killed by bandits and I will not rest until the culprit is dealt with!" He remained unusually calm about that fact. He had time to mull things over and decided it was best for the law to deal with it.

"I best go see Master Healer Ragule. My shoulder is hurting me -real- bad!" He exclaimed. "I didn't even do anything." He went up to CM Rhia. "Miss Rhia? My shoulder is hurting me real bad. May I go see the Master Healer, please?" Kalaht was always truthful about what has hurting him. He wasn't one of the ones to say something to get out of something else. Why would he? He was a respectful, kind hearted boy.

[seneth]

Fin found it hard not to drum out his joy at finding another lad as talkative as he! To think, since as young as he could remember, in the Harper Hall or in other Holds. None, could match up to him! As he easily brushed from one topic to another, like the grace of a dragon in flight. Now that sounded like a good song name. He mused to himself before turning to Kal, nodding and grinning at the boys observations.

“I heard about your brother…you’ll be alright I’m sure. You seem strong,” He pointed out with a smile. “I’m…well I was born in Ista, moved and lived in Fort Harper Hall for a while…then when I was old enough I joined my father in various Holds. This is my first time in the Southern Continent though…you should’ve seen fathers face on the ship. He doesn’t like being on the sea…took him a little while to get used to the sun.” Fin admitted in hushed tones and a giggle to his new friend. “But please don’t say I told you…” He added eyes wide.
“You met a bronze…wow,” He breathed, having been stunned at meeting the stunning Priath who’d brought him to the Weyr. His laughter joining Kalaht at his really tall tale!

As the other boy then spoke about his bother, his expression softened. “Don’t you worry about it…it’s a Harpers job to help make sure bad people are brought to trial! My father wont let you down Kal, my word on it.” He said with a resolute nod, his curled hair bouncing for emphasis.

When Kalaht suddenly spoke out about how bad his shoulder was hurting him, Fin’s eyes widened. He didn’t know where the infirmary was…he thought scrambling to his feet looking around. Suddenly as he noticed Kal near the Candidate Master he scrambled behind the tree again. There weren’t any other people peaking…no, watching the Candidate lesson, so why would he be allowed? “Shells…” He whispered softly hoping Kal was going to be alright.

After a little while he chanced peaking round the trunk. His green eyes watching, not wanting to disappear on his new friend.

[Spirithawk]

Before Rhia ran off to join the rest of her students, she glanced over to check on the injured boy and D'vraid. She saw that another lad had joined him but he wasn't on her Candidate roster.

"If you're wanting to stand for the clutching my lad you'll have to join us." She told the newcomer. Then she heard Kalaht's request for the healer. "If you're feeling like you need to see the healer, I won't stop you from going."

She thought about going check on him herself but she was better with runners and dragons than she was with humans. "Master Ragule would have my hide if I made you stay. Just make sure to come back once your wound has been tended to."

[Drgnwlf71]

"Thank you, Miss Rhia. I will." Kalaht smiled, painstakingly so. He didn't run. "Will you join me, Fin?" He grimaced as he whimpered away, toward the Infirmary. He had his head down and wincing. What did he do? Nothing. He did nothing but sit and watch. Did he skip a visit? He most assuredly didn't or did he? Perhaps he did. The days have been all jumbled with the excitement and the time seemed to slip away from him in his studied. Maybe he had been so focused on the hope of being a great dragonrider, he had forgotten his shoulder wound?

Great! Now he is going to get lectured by the Master Healer. He sighed. He was -really- looking forward to his stern lectures! Not at all. He rolled his eyes as he knew he missed one appointment to see Master Ragule. He had no excuse. He couldn't use the excitement of being a Candidate as an excuse. He knew was going get in trouble. He looked up at Fin and waited on a response. Any stalling would be likely by good but not for his shoulder. It throbbed so much.

Kalaht was contemplating to avoid Ragule but if he did that, his shoulder would worsen. It was quiet possible infected again or the stitches burst open. Last thing he remembered he was doing was rubbing his shoulder. Wait! That's it. He groaned inwardly. He shouldn't have done that. Did he rub too hard? He must have to make to hurt so much. He shook his head and put his palm to his face and drug it down across his lips. He -had- to go. There was no way out of this one.

[seneth]

As the Candidate master called out to him, he bit back a squeak and jumped out of his hiding place. Green eyes wide he shook his head, before suddenly bowing low. He couldn’t…shouldn’t…what would father say if he found out? Also he was supposed to become a Harper…there’d been nothing he dreamt about more. Learning in the distinguished Forts Harper Hall…faces he knew, his friends and those who were as good as family. He couldn’t become a candidate could he? His face frowned, would running now make him a Candidate? Was that all it took…even if he wasn’t searched? Looking to the other candidates and the Candidate Master, he started to wonder if he should test out his theory. But what about… Curls bouncing he shook his head again. He was barely old enough anyway. Also I hate running! Fin added to himself biting back a grin.

With that the young boy waved before running to Kalaht‘s side. “Father says Healer Ragule is really good, he’ll help you get better.” He nodded in an attempt to distract the boy. “If you had a choice what colour dragon would you like to impress?” Fin asked smiling at his new friend, his eyes missing little. He was a Harper in training after all.