(brownrider). Mother Esma passed away. No brothers or sisters.
||Small and fragile,
until she opens her mouth. She has blond hair and blue eyes.
happy and enthusiastic, very social. She has a knack of feeling what
people are thinking, a good sense of empathy.
"oh Dad, please!!" I know you
need Candidates and I'm old enough!!"
"Old enough indeed, but you aren't searched."
"Figures the only place you can't be searched to be a Weyr."
"Then why won't you ask Eoth? She likes me, she'll have no trouble with me
as a Candidate."
"That's not the way to be searched dear."
"I know, but shouldn't it be? I mean Eoth is the mother, she knows who she
"Enough dear, if you get searched the right way, you can stand."
Frodi sighed, how would she get searched the right way? Just like her father
to not let her stand, it was perfectly normal in all weyrs to stand when you
were Weyrbred....but not too her father, good heavens no! That would be
unfair toward others.
She went back to Eoth and looked at the eggs.
"He just won't let me. Maybe he thinks I'm too young, but I know I am right
for this clutch."
She went back outside and into the lower caverns. It was mid day and she was
hungry. Inside however she noticed a skinny boy, about her age, standing
lost between all the other people in there. He looked like he could use a
"You can have some food, it's
not good to be so skinny."
"Oh, I've always been skinny, I eat enough, but I am hungry now."
"Just grab something and come sit with me."
She watched him walk to the table with about 5 meatrolls and soup, he was
hungry for sure.
"Do you know why everyone has
so little time?"
"Of course, I'm surprised you don't know! Senior Queen Eoth has clutched."
"That explains some of it, but my Revira is important too."
"Revira is my firelizard."
he said and opened his carry sack again.
"She's probably hungry too. She ate a
lot this morning, but I'm feeling very hungry even though I've eaten more
than I should have."
She giggled "She's
pretty, I wouldn't mind having one of those. But I couldn't right now, I'm
standing for the clutch. I'm Frodi by the way."
He looked at her in the funniest way, but the look was gone so soon, it
might just have been the light.
"I'm Ardmonevi, but everyone
calls me Ardi."
"Hey Ardi, want to see the eggs?"
She could literally see him get taller when she said that.
"I take it that's yes."
"Can I? really?"
"Sure, but we have to be quiet. Eoth doesn't like too many visitors, but
she's quite friendly to us, the candidates for her clutch."
Frodi went into the
hatching sands and greeted the queen like she usually did. She held up her
hand and looked directly in her eyes. The queen lifted one of her paws and
Frodi scratched it....how people didn't know the queen had itchy feet she
didn't know. At least she comforted her now and again.
"You are sure this is ok."
Ardi asked, too mesmerised by the
queen to see what she was doing.
"Of course, don't chicken out now."
They walked to the eggs.
"Look, every egg is different,
that's what I like about them, you can almost feel like each egg has hatched
for a special person."
She knew exactly what her egg was
like. But she touched every egg, no need to show him she wanted the queen.
Some part of her thought it was silly to want a queen when there were so
many other girls standing, she would be happy with every dragon, but she
couldn't lie to herself about wanting a queen.
She talked to Ardi the rest of the day. He was good company, but very
unknowing about dragons. Then he had to go. He almost left without taking
something to feed Revira with. Luckily she knew the flit would wake up soon.
She waved as he ran off and returned to the lower caverns to help.
Something was wrong.
It was late, yet a lot of people were about. She stuck her head out of her
father's weyr and tried to figure out what they were saying. She couldn't.
She snuck down and looked for the headwoman. She had fostered her for some
years and would tell her what was wrong.
"What's wrong? Why's everyone
"Ahh, there you are Frodi, apparently the queen wants a candidate."
Her heart jumped for a moment, maybe the queen had requested her? But no,
she would have told them who she wanted.
"Did she tell who she wants?"
"A boy who was there today with a girl. When we asked about the girl she
just went all fuzzy."
That would be the scratching she thought.
"I don't know who could have
been that girl, but it must have been someone from in the Weyr. But most
girls were out to the Gather. Such a pretty day, I envied them. Reminds me,
you were here. Have you seen anyone entering the Sands?"
"Me...erm, I might." She was
bad at lying, and had always been bad at it.
"A lot of people were around."
That was too big a clue for the headwoman to overlook.
"You brought that boy in, you
know your father doesn't want you to be a candidate!"
"But it isn't fair! I know you need candidates and I know Eoth likes me!"
"Of course she does and no-one would stop you from standing, but your father
thinks you're too young."
"But I'm 16! Boys a lot younger than me have impressed."
"I know, but it's up to your dad."
"He's too busy making sure he's fair he's being totally unfair with me!"
The headwoman had problems seeing the girls logic, but she knew Frodi wanted
to impress more badly than anything else in life.
"You could always ask the
Frodi nodded, she hadn't dared before, but maybe she should.
"Now, who was that boy?"
"The boy who reported the firelizard clutch. You never did come back for
"That's because I couldn't find him. You had run off together."
Frodi had to admit that hadn't been too easy on the headwoman.
"You know where he lives?"
"Yes." Frodi said and tried
to find excuses to get out of the worst punishments her dad could think of.
The next day C'rin
went to get Ardi. She knew C'rin would tell the whole truth. So she could
better stay out of Ardi's sight until the clutch hatched. She could do that
by going to the weyrleaders, if they said she could stand, she wouldn't have
Frodi said entering the sands.
the weyrwoman's reply sounded.
"Can I talk to you?"
"Of course, Eoth tells me you scratch divine."
"Well, no-one else does..."
"She hadn't told me. She was too busy being the perfect dragon on the
"Can I stand for the clutch?"
"You can by all standards, but your dad feels you are too young."
"But I'm not! I know I'm the right age to impress. Please?"
"Well, I'll ask your dad, but don't expect much, he's pretty fixed when it
comes to you."
The next day her father came in and looked down at her. Sad it seemed to
"You can stand."
She smiled and got up to thank him.
"But! Only at the last moment. if C'rin finds enough other persons to stand
you will have to wait until the next clutch."
She wanted to reply to that unfair situation, but remained silent, at least
she could stand. She'd just have to make sure C'rin didn't find enough
candidates. She would talk to him about it. They were already searching 13
candidates for 10 eggs...so 3 wouldn't impress, she didn't want to have
those chances any higher.
The bugle pierced through the night,
but Frodi wasn't asleep. She hurriedly hopped out of bed and ran toward the
hatching sands. Late last night she had seen one rocking. She smiled, she
had kept it all to herself, so she could be there first.
As she stood waiting she watched as the other candidates came in. Ardi came
"Yes, do you see 10
candidates me excluded? I don't!"
"I guess you're right."
"A little bit. What if I don't impress?"
"There are only 10 candidates."
"But what if they like someone from the stands better than me?"
Frodi turned to the eggs again and gasped as the first egg cracked open. A
really dark blue appeared and made his choice in a heartbeat.
"Good sign." she muttered.
Another blue hatched and then two greens popped out. Would one of them be
hers? The first ran to another girl and the second just sat there, thinking
probably. Then an egg just next to her burst open and a brown caught the
other's attention. Well she couldn't ride a brown, so she kept following the
green. It was coming closer and closer.
"Are you upset that I'm not a
gold?" a voice in her head
"Of course not Avalonath!
You're better than any gold!"
"Good, now can we go eat?"
Frodi smiled and led her dragon out straight to the tables with meat on
it again." Avalonath sighed to Frodi
as she saw Kleath approaching.
Quit bothering Avalonath!" A'nevi yelled before Frodi could
say a word.
Frodi watched as Kleath replied. From the looks of it A'nevi wasn't happy
with the reply.
"That still doesn't mean you can tackle her and
force her to the ground beneath your big bones!" A'nevi sighed.
Again A'nevi looked to Kleath.
"Better let me know when you are going to do that,
so I can get ready." A'nevi said.
"Get ready for what?" She asked.
"Nothing." A'nevi said, his
cheeks getting red. That gave her a good idea what he had been talking
about. She was weyrbred, he should know that she was used to the concept and
thought it to be a normal way of living. She shrugged and went back to coaching Avalonath.
"Keep your wings up, He's trying to block them!"
Avalonath flew up and twirled 2 or 3 times before landing again, laughing at
her own foolishness. A'nevi came closer. They looked a while as both dragons
twirled in the sky. Avalonath ever avoiding Kleath's maneuvres.
"I think Avalonath doesn't understand the beauty of
boxing." A'nevi told Frodi.
"Nah, she's better in the sky, but she wants Kleath
to win every now and again, it has something to do with her plans for the
future she tells me. What those are I wouldn't know, she's very secretive
about those." Frodi said and grinned.
"You don't suppose she intends on letting Kleath catch her?"
A'nevi blushed again. How she loved to make him blush. Frodi smiled, one
day, maybe Avalonath would let Kleath catch her, but he'd need a lot of
"Nah, maybe she doesn't want him
killing her in the middle of the night out of frustration." he
"That could be it." Frodi said
and decided she would leave it at that.
Frodi is weyrmated to Ardmonevi
Frodi impressed at
Darkling Dawn Weyr