Ar'zec and Deaneth's weyr

You walk slowly into the weyr, not seeing any sign of life. You take a few more steps, and you are able to see into the large living cavern of the weyr. Flight equipment and the such are strewn everywhere. The main thing that catches your eyes is a set of flight equipment. The jacket seems very worn, but the flying straps are well oiled and hanging up.

You smile and take another step into the weyr. Within moments you find yourself as the center of a lot of attention. A small gold firelizard appears in front of your face, trilling angrily and flapping her wings in your face. She screeches for a few more moments and then flies over to land on a table not far away, but she still glares at you.

You then hear a noise behind you, and turn around to find a pair of whirling eyes in yours. You stumble back a few feet, and fall over the riding straps. The bronze dragon looks down at you, he's a rather intimidating for standing before you. He's full grown, and his hide is the perfect blend of green and gold against the dark outline of the entrance to the dragon's cavern behind him.

"Deaneth! Don't scare them to death!" A boy edges around the bronze dragon, and quickly sets to the task of helping you up. He smiles broadly, his hazel eyes laughing as they look you over. You recognize him as a young boy that used to be a Candidate, now a fine bronze stands behind him. He follows your gaze and laughs again, running a hand through his blonde hair. "That's Deaneth, as I'm sure you've guessed. I Impressed him at Karath Weyr, isn't he marvellous?"

A small blue firelizard chirps from his shoulder and he grins again. "Don't worry Tildi, you'll always be my favorite." This gets a grumble out of the bronze, and the young man quickly leads you furthur into the room. The blue firelizard flies off his shoulder to land next to the gold one on the table. "The blue is Tildi, and the gold is Psyche. I hope she didn't give you too much trouble."

"Well, let's see here. I guess I should be telling you a bit about myself. My name is Ar'zec, previously Arizec. I'm the first of the bronzeriders here at Asura Weyr ever since Deaneth picked me at Karath Weyr's Hatching. My mother is a greenrider named Arita, and my father is a brownrider name Z'caris. They weren't as surprised as I was when Dea chose me, though I don't know why. Maybe that's why they named me Arizec, because they knew I'd be able to change it someday. Ar'zec sounds better in my opinion. Nice ring to it, isn't there?" His eyes glaze over for a moment before returning to their previous brightness, and he grins at you again.

He listened intently as you introduced yourself and told him a bit about yourself. He nodded, though every once in a while you would see his eyes unfocus for a moment before coming back. When you were done you asked him a bit about himself. "Me? Well... I've been here at the Weyr for a very long time. I'm seventeen now, and I had to try four times before Impressing my little bronzeboy. I didn't have the best of luck until meeting the little chap, but it panned out in the end..." He shrugged, grinning at you. "I'm not known to quit. Liara says I've got a head of stone. Oh yes! Lia's my sister. She's a Candidate here. She hasn't been to a Hatching yet, but she's hopeful." He paused, grinning as he realized he was getting off subject.

"I think I'd better let you go now. Since Deaneth is grown and flying, Sosi asked me to take him to a runner race at Asura Hold." He walks you out, jabbering in your ear as you go. He waves to you as you start to walk off, and as you start on to the next weyr you hear odd sounds coming from Ar'zec's weyr. "Psyche! Don't do that! Hey! Put that down!" Then you hear the bellow of the bronze dragon, and silence for a few moments.
"Thanks Deaneth."