Catching Up (With the Teacher)
The eggs were on the Sands and apprehension and excitement was in the
air among all the Candidates. Irradis wanted to act like everything
was cool, this was a situation he'd been through before after all as a
weyrbred Candidate who'd Stood every time since he Turned the age of
twelve. But he wasn't as blase about it as he liked to act. After all,
he'd been passed over a few times, and for a boy who just really
wanted to be liked by everyone around him, watching friends Impress
and find their lifemate and the other part of them, while he was left
behind, always sucked a lot.
Some parts of round of Candidacy were okay so far, he thought. He was
of an age where he'd actually be able to fly and not be held back
for_ever_ after graduation. Maybe that's what he had been missing
before, the dragons wanting older Candidates. He was 15 Turns old now,
not a baby, that was going to be better. Also, his mother being a
wingthird and not on the weyrlingstaff was one of them. Being under
her tutelage would just be weird! Not to mention it would look like
favoritism, and he didn't want that. So that was a load off his mind.
And speaking of the weyrlingstaff, the Third was meeting with everyone
and he was going to be late if he didn't get going. Making an excuse
to his chores companions, who he'd been hanging out with after their
work in the storerooms were done, he headed over to the offices and,
out of breath, knocked on the door.
"Come in," R'lor called as he set some hidework aside.
"Good afternoon, Weyrlingmaster. You wanted to see me?" he asked,
bouncing up and down on his toes slightly as he came on in.
"Yes, Irradis. Please have a seat." R'lor gestured to the chair. "I'm
meeting with all the Candidates to get to know them a bit. Even though
I already know you, I still thought it would be nice to catch up. How
have you been?"
"It's good to see you again here. Friendly faces are better than
people I don't know," he said as he sat down. "I Turned 15, I'm making
more friends here, I'm doing all right in the lower caverns... It's
been pretty okay so far."
"That's good," R'lor said with a nod. "I'm glad to see you as well,
and your mother. As you said, friendly faces are better than people I
don't know." His new job forced him to meet many new people quickly,
which was both a good and bad thing.
"I was expecting there to be more Rising Moons transfers here since it
neighbors us, but we actually seem to get a lot from Dragonsfall
because people are tired of being cold. Plus all the people who moved
around after River Bluff."
He scrunched his face, trying not to think about that too much. Rising
Moons had gotten the huge influx then and it had started making his
home feel strange, with all the new faces. In some ways it had
prepared him for moving to Dolphin Cove, because it had been an
experience getting to know new people in bulk, and it had lessened
some familiarity. But he was still mildly resentful of coming to
Dolphin Cove at all, and it probably showed.
"So meeting all the Candidates, huh? There's a lot of us, especially
with the Searchriders going out. A lot of new holdbred folks."
"Yes, there's a lot of new people to meet. It's overwhelming," R'lor
admitted. "But it was my choice to come here, so I need to adjust. I
know it wasn't your choice to move."
"No, but I'm here now and getting used to it." He shrugged with just
one shoulder, an affectation he'd been working on in hopes it would
seem cool and unique. "I'm happy to volunteer to show new people
around or do any extra tasks you might need."
"Thank you for the offer, I may take you up on that." With the
Hatching drawing near there were new Candidates arriving all the time.
"You do enjoy being active, don't you?"
"It's better to have something to do at all times. So I don't get into
trouble." He was mirroring his former Harper teachers cadence.
R'lor wasn't quite successful in hiding his smile. "Still not
interested in crafting?"
"Nope. I just can't pick one thing," he said. "I can think of what I
don't want to do, but not what I do. Mom's accepted that she has one
crafter child in the family, and one rider. If the eggs are willing
"I wish you good luck in finding a lifemate, Irradis," R'lor said.
"Anything new or interesting going on in your life? Any discipline
issues I should be aware of?" He smiled to show he was teasing.
"No discipline, no romantic involvements, nothing on my record
except..." He hesitated, but R'lor was more like a friend then an
intimidating teacher. "Uhh, I did punch a kid a couple months ago.
Fhirat. Hall-bred. Was pushing at a girl in an inappropriate way. Got
in trouble for that."
R'lor pressed his lips together. "I can't say I approve of physical
violence, especially between Candidates. But if he was harassing a
girl then he was more in the wrong than you. I would advise you to use
_other_ methods in the future."
"You really should keep an eye on Fhirat, he thinks his father being a
lead Master at the Weaver Hall means he can have everything he wants.
And girls like Serys or Lethei, who are from the cotholds or drudges,
well..." He bit his lip. "They need a little more watching."
R'lor made a note. "I'll make sure to talk to them. Coming to me or
the other Weyrlingmasters with this information is the appropriate
response, not attacking your fellow Candidates."
“That’s fair,” he admitted.
"Is there anything else you'd like to discuss with me?" R'lor asked.
Irradis shook his head. "I think I'm good. And seriously, anything
extra you wanna hand me, I'm on it."
"Thank you, Irradis."
Last updated on the October 1st 2021