D'mos & Blue Ungolith

Chayrd grinned from his position on top of a graceful white runner. He patted the mare's neck as he urged her into a trot. It was probably time to go back to the Healerhall anyway.
Aisu nickered gently as she turned aroud, towards the Hall. Glancing up, Charyd noticed the distant shape of a dragon, heading in the same direction. Looking down in confusion, he shrugged and urged Aisu on. Maybe he would find out what a dragonrider was doing here when he got back.
He led the runner back into her stall, and rushed off to find his mother. She'd know what was going on. He brushed brown hair out of his hazel green eyes, and coughed. His thin stature and pale skin proved that he was often sick. Nothing could be done about it, even though he was an apprentice in the Healerhall, and his mother was a Journeyman.
Charyd coughed again, before walking inside. He soon found his mother in the infirmary, leaning over a brown-haired man, who was grimacing in pain.
The Journeyman Veselda was busy putting numbweed on the man's arm as he winced. "Sorry about this, sir. It may sting a bit until the numbweed starts working."
"A bit?" Charyd heard the man mutter under his breath. Veselda apparently didn't hear him as she noticed her son.
"Oh! Charyd, there you are. Why don't you help me and get me those bandages over there?" She said, motioning with her free hand. Charyd rushed over and grabbed the badages, handing them to her mother. It was only then that he noticed the knots on the man's shoulder, which signalled that he was a bluerider.
The man noticed, and grinned. "Yeah, I'm a dragonrider. I'm here looking for another candidate for the clutch at Talis Weyr."
Charyd just nodded silently, feeling his face go red. "There, all done, sir." His mother said as she finished bandaging the man's arm.
"Much obliged, miss." The man nodded. He paused, as if listening to someone, and smiled. "And apparently Ethanth says I've just found this candidate."
Charyd looked up at the man, startled. "What?"
The man grinned. "Yeah, Ethanth says you have potential, kid. Oh, we haven't actually been introduced yet, have we? My name's D'lion, on Blue Ethanth."
"C-Charyd, sir." He stammered in reply. He looked at his mother. "Can I really go, Mom?"
Veselda frowned at her son, and his heart sank. But she sighed and eventually gave in. "Alright then, if that's what you want."
Chard grinned happily. "Will you take care of Aisu for me until I get back, then?"
Veselda smiled. "Of course I will. Now go on. Impress well for me." She said, quickly embracing him in her arms, before pushing him towards the bluerider.
"Well then, let's go!"

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It was dusk, and Akatanth's clutch was far overdue. So overdue, in fact, that many candidates had given up the clutch as all duds, and gone elsewhere, where they hoped they'd Impress sooner. Charyd, too, would have left by now, except he hadn't quite decided where to go when the announcement was made, finally, that the queen's clutch was hatching.
Charyd jumped up, glancing hopefully at the hatching sands to his left as he rushed up to the candidate barracks to put on the white candidacy robe. He barely slowed as he rushed into the crowd entering the stands, so intent was he on getting there before the eggs hatched.
He needn't have worried, he thought as he stood with the rest of the candidates, watching the eggs rocking in the sand. There were now more eggs than there were candidates to Impress them, and unless there were far more dud eggs than usual, there would be many dragons going unbonded.
A loud cracked heralded the cracking of the first egg, and a stately, bright green dragoness stood up and rushed towards her chosen candidate. Charyd watched excitedly as three more eggs hatched, revealing a large bronze, a brown, and a dainty green. Charyd watched hopefully as the brown made his choice, exiting the sands with his rider. The green was next to choose, and Charyd turned his attention, not unhopefully, to the large bronze.
He was disappointed, however, when the bronze just sat back, refusing to acknowledge the candidates. A smaller, darker bronze hatched and Impressed, followed by the small brown that next hatched.
A large green hatched and lay down in the sand to sleep, before her rider persuaded her otherwise. Another green and a large blue hatched and were escorted off the sands by their respective riders.
More eggs hatched, then a brown and blue appeared at the same moment. No sooner had the blue shed his shell than Charyd found himself rushing to the blue's side. Wonderingly, he reached out with one hand to stroke the pale blue wings, and the hatchling crooned.
Thank you, C'ryd! I would be proud to have you as my rider. I am Bikanelth.
Charyd looked up, to meet the whirling rainbow eyes of the hatchling, and was struck speechless. "Bikanelth?" He whispered finally.
The hatchling just crooned again, nodding his head in assent. Aren't you glad now that you didn't leave, C'ryd?
Charyd-no, C'ryd now, he told himself-just smiled.

Bikanelth sat, staring at the lovely female silver curled up in the sunlight a short distance away from him. The blue himself was seated in the shadows of his weyr, where the hard rock was cooler, sheilded from the harsh rays of the sun.
His whirling eyes, which were currently greeny-blue at the moment, were watching the silver with a considerable amount of interest. With a glance back into the weyr to make sure his rider C'ryd was still asleep, he stood up, stretching his body, catlike, and jumped off the ledge into the sunlight. The light splashed across his pale blue hide, and he couldn't help but notice how it made the silver's own skin seem to shine and glitter like a piece of the metal that shared the name.
The dragoness raised her head as the blue's shadow fell over her, and she looked up curiously at the dragon who had disturbed her rest. Bikanelth crooned slightly, and landed on the dusty ground near her. Hello, I am Bikanelth. He said by way of an introduction.
The silver dragoness cocked her head to one side. My name's Karneuth. What are you doing here, Bikanelth?
Bikanelth shrugged in reply. My rider wished to stop at Black Dragon Weyr for a few days. I'm just seeing the sights while we're here.
And very pretty sights they are, too...He thought to himself.
Karneuth's eyes whirled slightly. And are you enjoying yourself?
Very much so. The blue answered eagerly. So much, in fact, that I may have to convince my rider to let us stay here longer...
Karneuth laughed, and the sound echoed in Bikanelth's mind like silver bells. Well, then, I hope you enjoy yourself during your stay, blue Bikanelth. With that, the silver dragoness stood up, and disappeared into her own weyr.
Bikanelth watched her leave, eyes whirling slowly, pleased.

Later that night, Bikanelth stormed into his weyr, where his rider C'ryd was already asleep. The blue bugled softly to wake his rider, who protested sleepily and buried his head underneath the pillow. "Go 'way." The 21-turn-old grumbled, still half asleep.
Bikanelth snorted, blowing warm dragon-breath over his rider and ruffling up the man's already-frizzy hair. One hazel-green eyes opened reluctantly, peeking out from underneath the pillow. "What do you want?" C'yrd asked resignedly.
There's this female rising, a beautiful silver named Karneuth.
C'yrd groaned. "Can't we talk about this tomorrow?"
I hope that means you'll be signing me up for the flight tomorrow.
"It means I'll consider it tomorrow. All I want to do right now is sleep."
I'm not moving from this spot until you agree to sign me up. Bikanelth replied stubbornly, thumping his tail around the (very small) weyr, no doubt knocking several things over in the process.
Whether out of fear of his dragon causing anymore damage to his weyr, or in the interest of being able to sleep, C'ryd sighed. "Alright, I'll sign you up for this female's flight tomorrow. Leave me alone." He said as he buried his head underneath the pillow again.
Bikanelth crowed in delight, backing up very clumsily on his way out of the weyr, no doubt off to celebrate his victory over his rider. C'ryd rolled his eyes and pulled the covers over his head.
After a few minutes with eyes squeezed tightly shut and still awake, C'yrd groaned and sat up. "Bikanelth! You sharding dragon! Now I can't get back to sleep!"