"I'm happy we get to room together." Zalhinjar told his cousin
Though their grandfathers were brothers, the two boys were far from
similar. Where Zalhinjar shared his grandfathers dark skin, brown hair and
thick hair, Sahanjon took after his fair skinned mother. They'd grown up
together though and were as close as brothers.
Sahanjon nodded. He was shy around strangers and having a family member in
the room was such a relief. But they'd been told all double rooms were
spoken for by the older students. So that meant they'd have a roommate.
Zalhinjar opened the door without a knock and strode inside, dropping his
things on the lower bunk. Sahanjon entered more timid, hoping their
roommate wasn't in some stage of undressing. His cousin tended to act
before thinking and he forgot sometimes that non-family members might take
offence with that.
In fact, their new roommate, a short and fit guy called Dallar was there,
practicing squats and crunches. Instantly Zalhinjar joined and started to
work out. Though he preferred running and was not as toned as Dallar, he
wouldn't lose at training.
Sahanjon just stared at the two sport-nuts and wondered what drew people
into training until their muscles bulged. Not that he disliked people with
muscles, it just wouldn't be something he'd aspire to be.
"I'm Zalhinjar and that's Sahanjon." Zalhinjar said as he rose
up from a squat, "We're cousins."
"I'm Dallar." the pale red-headed young man said.
"You sound funny." Zalhinjar blurted out, making Sahanjon hiss.
But Dallar took it in stride, smiled and said: "I'm an exchange
student from Alskyr. That's probably why I sound a bit different. And
trust me. This place is very different for me too."
'I imagine." Sahanjon said politely.
"Why did you come here?" Zalhinjar asked.
"Scribe training and a possibility of bonding a dragon though we also
have dragons at home, you?"
"I'm training to be a sailor." Zalhinjar said.
"Cartographer." Sahanjon added quietly.
"Cool. You both would love Alskyr. I've hardly ever seen such large
landmasses as when I flew in. Alskyr is all long islands and sea trenches.
We have sea dragons as well."
"No way." Zalhinjar called out and Sahanjon tried to imagine
what these dragons would look like. Would they have wings and claws? Or
would they look more like fish with large bodies and fins?
"I wouldn't mind taking you out with my boat once." Zalhinjar
said, deciding plainly that Dallar would be a friend.
"If you ever come to Alskyr I'll return the favour." Dallar
grinned, "Who knows, if I get that dragon I might be able to take you
Sahanjon interjected: "We don't have dragons at Remyndal though, this
is just a hall where people study to become journeymen- and women. To get
a dragon you need to be searched by a searchrider who'll take you to a
Zalhinjar looked baffled, this was the longest sentence his cousin had
ever said to a stranger. He couldn't help but laugh though when Dallar
"How strange, since I'm certain I heard journeywoman Blanca
say that she needed to look through the new students for likely candidates
for the clutches at Dark Moon Weyrhold."
"Really?" Sahanjon wheezed.
"Really. I already signed up. Care to join me? After all you might