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Weyrling Training

Writers: AmajoS, Bree
Date Posted: 2nd March 2007

Characters: Narrala, Y'sani
Description: Narrala gives Y'sani his drawing.
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 2, day 10 of Turn 4

Narrala very carefully smoothed out the edges of the paper, looking over the finished drawing carefully. She'd taken the sketches she'd done of the Y'sani's dragon and the area around him and taken some creative license with the scenery and come up with a pleasing composition: The bronze dragon lounging on a sunwarmed shelf of rock, just over the water, his reflection caught by the rippling water. His wings tilted into that interesting position and his multi-faceted eyes half-lidded.

It had taken all her pastels to get the colors right, but it was worth it. It was one of the better works she'd done. Of course, she was under no illusions that it was a masterwork or anything, but she was none-the-less proud of it.

Very gently, she laid another sheet of paper over it, to protect the drawing and then carefully rolled it up. It was time to see if the Weyrlingmaster liked it. She tried to ignore the troupe of trundlebugs making their way through her stomach as she left her dorm room.

Y'sani was sitting outside the weyrling barracks with a stack of old riding straps, methodically testing the strength of each one and setting aside those that could still be of use. He glanced up and smiled at Narrala as she approached before giving the strap he was holding a strong tug. "How are you today, Narrala?"

For a split second she stood frozen, suddenly beset by the certainty that he'd completely forgotten the drawing and would think it was silly when she showed it to him. The strength of it held her frozen, unsure what to say and wishing, irrationally, that she hadn't brought the drawing at all.

Then it passed and she forced herself to smile. "Fine. Thank you, sir.
I, um," she screwed up her courage and held out the tube of paper.
"Here." She watched for his reaction, holding her breath. She hadn't realized how much stock she'd set on how he'd receive the picture until now, when there was no turning back.

Y'sani only hesitated for a moment before setting the strip of leather aside and accepting the tube carefully. "You've finished your drawing already?" Her nervousness wasn't lost on him, but he didn't have to feign pleasure as he carefully unrolled the paper.

"Yes, sir." A small bit of pressure relaxed as he obviously hadn't minded the three day wait for the drawing - and obviously remembered it in the first place. When he unfurled the paper and smiled, she breathed a sigh of relief. An answering smile lit her face and she couldn't help but ask, "You like it?"

Y'sani met her eyes and did his best to dispel her nervousness. "Of course I like it! You've got quite a skill for a girl your age, Narrala. And Luthinath is very pleased."

Her smile grew and she felt a blush heat her cheeks. She ducked her head and shrugged a bit, "It's not a masterwork or anything, but I'm glad you like it. Tell your dragon I'm glad he likes it to." She was surprised he was enjoying it so much really, there were a few details with the composition and use of color that could be improved upon now that she was looking at the peice again. That was always true though, she supposed.

"Don't belittle the value of a thoughtful gift," Y'sani said quietly, rolling the drawing carefully back up. "It was very nice of you to think of us. I just hope you didn't take too much time from your duties for us." His gentle smile showed he was teasing. Mostly.

"Oh no, sir!" Narrala quickly assured, wide-eyed. She knew the Weyrlingmaster wouldn't approve of any shirking, even though he wasn't actually in charge of her duties. Not that there had been any. Her studies were too important. "I did it in the evenings before lights-out."

"Then I thank you for your thoughtful gift, as does Luthinath." He reached out and offered a hand to her with a grin. "You can call me Y'sani, Narrala. Until you find a dragonet of your own on the Sands, of course. After that, I'll have to become the mean, strict Weyrlingmaster again."

"Thank you, Y'sani," Narrala grinned. She didn't dispute his teasing about Impression, she was used to it. But she certainly hoped she'd be calling Y'sani by name for turns to come.

Last updated on the March 10th 2007