Welcome to Sinthera, a small, young Weyr terrorized by riderless dragons that live to the North. Treachery lies in wait behind every corner. Will you join us in the war?
Lakiya & Zajadisth
E'rik & Skepnadth
Vyviaan & Azrayesth
But there are kittens in the Weyrbowl.
The threat of the summer rains have turned into the promise in the fall. It rains almost all the time nowadays, and slowly the rain turns from warm to cold to freezing, and at the last snow begins to sink lower from the heights of the mountains into the valleys.
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Joined: 11-February 09
Jadan had made a mistake. He didn't know it yet, but he'd made a rather major mistake, and one that he would regret as soon as he was conscious. By all means, bring on the whers and the wherhandlers. Scare the crap out of him. Have fun.
The young candidate had bundled himself up like a marshmallow and thrown a thick blanket over himself, and then settled down outside in order to work on sketching a perspective of the Weyr that included the lower cavern entrances and the massive crevice into the hatching grounds, with the smaller weyr entrances all around above them and the stairs and ledges everywhere. His back was to the sun, and quite predictably he lost all track of time.
Eventually, he was even stupid and warm enough that he was now asleep. He was sitting cross-legged in a random spot in the weyrbowl, hunched over and covered with a blanket, as he snored softly. The picture he had been working on and his drawing materials were safely in his lap, his arms sprawled loosely over them. It didn't seem possible that he was comfortable, but Jadan was made very sleepy when he was made warm, and apparently the coat and blanket were very warm.
Now, though, he was in an undesirable position. For him, at the least. The sun had now set, and the first of the stars were twinkling into existence in the ever-darkening sky. Anyone that knew him would know of his bizarre aversion to being out after dark, but they also knew how he wandered off on his own and they would assume he was in his bunk. So it would be anyone's guess who finally found him and woke him up, and how kindly they would be received by the less than accepting candidate.