Twist of Fate

Writers: Curious
Date Posted: 28th October 2021
Series: Bad Meat!

Characters: L'saz
Description: Larsaz impresses, even though he really shouldn't have.
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 9, day 17 of Turn 10
Notes: Mentioned: None

The other candidates were excited. He could tell on account of how they were running around like wherries with their heads cut off. Larsaz was excited as well, but for completely different reasons.

He would finally be able to go _home_ after this.

Larsaz pulled on his robe and strode dutifully onto the sands. He went through all the motions of a good candidate, but didn't bother paying much attention to the other candidates. There was no point, after all. The ones who impressed would be out of his life forever, and he didn't know of any holdbred candidates who planned on going home if they impressed. They had probably decided to embrace a life of Weyr debauchery or didn't have homes worth going back to. Not like him.

The dragonets were barely more noteworthy. He paid enough attention to make sure that none of them looked like they were coming at him with intent to maul, but otherwise, he let his gaze roam boardly among the stands. There was no one he knew up there, but he hadn't expected any different. His father was a busy man; he couldn't expect him to show up just because he was standing.

Then everything erupted into chaos.

There was shouting, the gold was upset, the dragonet looked frazzled, he could see a dragon swooping in the distance - it was hectic, overwhelming, and he didn't know what to make of any of it.

Which was enough to tell him _exactly_ what he should do about it.

**Ignore it,** Larsaz thought to himself. **Just wait it out and go home.** He was _so close_ to being able to go home and return to his own life; he couldn't let some Weyr nonsense get in the way of that.

And he wouldn't. He would just mind his own business, pretend that everything was proceeding as normal, and then -

-something rammed into the backs of his knees, sending him sprawling forward into the sands.

}: Here I am! :{ a bright, chipper voice announced. It was accompanied by a wave of love unlike anything he had felt before, a feeling of warmth and belonging that no material possession could ever hope to replace. Right on its heels came a gnawing hunger, painful in its intensity and impossible to be ignored.

"Wha-" Larsaz pressed a hand against his temple and turned around to find a green dragonet peering down at him. She reached forward to nudge his shoulder.

}: Get up, L'saz! I am hungry! :{

The feelings that had overcome him were strong, but in the wake of reality, they were also fleeting. As the initial moment of impression began to fade, Larsaz - L'saz? - stood up and shook his head.

"There has to have been some sort of mistake," he muttered. That was right. A mistake. He could feel the dragonet, loved her, but she couldn't be his. He _couldn't_ impress, especially to a green. It wasn't-he wasn't- "I'm not even a real candidate," he whispered.

Faelath - Faranth, why did he know her /name/? - tilted her head to the side. }: So? You're mine anyway. :{

He didn't know how to respond to that.

That was fine - Faelath was _perfectly_ content to take the reigns and get them moving. }: Come _on_,:{ she said, grabbing the hem of her rider's robe in her mouth and tugging him toward the other weyrlings. }: I might just waste away if I'm not fed soon, and _then_ where will you be? :{

Dazed, L'saz could think of nothing better to do than follow the dragonet.

_His_ dragonet, possibly.

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