Mister Personality
Dragonsfall Weyr
Amber Hills Hold
Vintner Hall
Healer Hall
Hidden Meadows
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Dolphin Hall
Emerald Falls Hold
Harper Hall
Printer Hall
Green Valley Hold
Leeward Lagoon Hold
Barrier Lake Weyr
Sunstone Seahold
Citrus Bay Hold
Writers: AL, Heather
Date Posted: 17th July 2025
Characters: T'erin, K'lin
Description: New Candidates, Termin and Kedolin, try to navigate their first day at Barrier Lake.
Location: Barrier Lake Weyr
Date: month 8, day 1 of Turn 12
Notes: Mentioned: Donnarion
Temrin didn’t exactly know what to expect when he arrived in the Barrier Lake candidate’s dormitory, but it was better than he’d thought. Perhaps because the Weyr was still so new. “Anyone using this one?” He asked another boy, who he thought was near him in age, as he pointed at a bed.
Kedolin shifted his bag, his dark eyes following the line of the other candidate’s arm, down his finger, and landed upon the bed in question. Having just arrived, he had no idea who used what, but he took a more critical look. All the sheets were right, the corners rigid, but every area had little things that indicated someone had staked a claim. Some had shoes, and most had trunks at the foot. The one to which the other candidate pointed had neither, so Kedolin shook his head and aimed for the one beyond, which also looked unoccupied. As he approached, he lifted the lid of the trunk to be certain and, finding it empty, elected to choose that bed, leaving the one Temrin chose to him. Swinging around his back, he carefully unpacked his few items, a couple of shirts and trousers, underwear and the like, then closed his now only partially filled trunk.
“Ah, new too, huh?” Temrin asked, dropping his carrisack down on the unoccupied bed. He hadn’t brought much with him other than a couple pairs of extra pants and a couple tunics.
Lifting his gaze, Kedolin allowed a longer look upon the other candidate, noting his features, his stature, as if committing everything about him to memory. After a second, he nodded in affirmation of the question. “I am.”
“I’m coming from the Healer Hall at Jade Harbor,” Temrin offered as he began unpacking his meager bag. He hoped his dad wouldn’t mind helping him out with a few more things now that he was at the Weyr. “Where are you coming from?”
“Smithcraft Hall.” Short. Simple. To the point. Kedolin gazed at the bed - neat, tidy, untouched by him. It was not time to sleep, and he found himself wondering what he should do next. Likely, he should check in with the Headwoman, right? Glancing up, he wondered if the other candidate had a better idea of where to go next.
“Oh yeah?” Temrin said, turning and sitting on his bed. “What made you decide to give it up and come to the Weyr?” He was still unsure if he had made the right decision in leaving the Healer Hall to come to Barrier Lake. It was true, he could always continue his craft while he was here, but Jade Harbor was his home.
That wasn’t exactly the information he was looking for. Instead, Kedolin had hoped the other candidate would know what to do. However, he had asked a question. Silently, Kedolin contemplated the answer. Even a turn prior, he would have never considered coming to the Weyr, but after Don had come and the Smithcraft Hall denied a transfer, he either had to remain where he was or find another way. Since he had no intention of remaining without Don, accepting Search was the answer. “My brother is here.” He stated finally. Dark eyes glanced back at the row of beds, then. “Are we to report somewhere else?”
“Yeah, the Headwoman’s office,” Temrin answered. “I just came from there, if you need me to show you the way,” the boy offered.
Kedolin had arrived so recently, he had not taken the time to go to see the Headwoman. Instead, he’d been directed there by the Searchrider, but not told anything else. Nodding, the new arrival accepted the offer. “Thank you.”
“Don’t mention it,” Temrin said, pushing to his feet. **Geez, this guy’s a stiff,** he thought to himself. He’d earlier thought Kedolin’s reticence must be due to nerves, but he was beginning to think the other boy had no personality at all.
Kedolin waited for Temrin to set a course, and then he dutifully followed, keeping pace with the other candidate easily. As the two made their way out and ventured into the hallways of the Weyr, the quiet young man did not say anything, but his eyes drifted from here to there, taking in all the sights, soaking in all the details. Obviously, though he was not gifted with verbosity, he took an interest in everything that happened around him.
The hallways were busy, people hurrying to and fro. One young lady smacked into his arm, bouncing off as if she was used to such a collision, and called back cheerfully, “Sorry! Excuse me!” without even stopping. Kedolin also learned very quickly he shouldn’t turn and look after a person who ran into him, for in the process, he wound up practically running three other people over.
“Hey!”
“Watch it!”
“Idiot!”
Ducking his head, he faced forward and picked up his pace to catch up with Temrin, who had, by that point, managed to get ahead of him.
“And here we are,” Temrin was saying, but then realized that Kedolin wasn’t near him at all. He waited for the other boy to catch up. “This is the Headwoman’s office. Just give the door a knock. She’s pretty nice. I’ll see you at the barracks later?”
Thankfully, they had arrived. Kedolin nodded, his eyes falling upon the door, which looked like any other door save for a sign that indicated who lay beyond. The maze of the Weyr was even more complicated than he had thought, and he wondered how many times he would get lost as he tried to find his bearings.
He’d been in a Weyr before, though the memories were fuzzy, like looking at a forest through thick fog. Mostly what he could remember were the voices, much like what he heard at that moment. His attempts to block them out worked, but only for so long. As the other candidate suggested, they would see each other again; they crept back in through the cracks of his mental walls, which broke down far too easily for his liking. Draconic whispers already wormed their way through, and soon enough, it would be a constant cacophony. Already, a headache began to pound a rhythm in his skull. “Yes. Thank you.” He offered finally, turning his gaze back to the other, and nodded politely.
Last updated on the July 21st 2025