Post by wolflover1458 on Jun 18, 2011 16:09:09 GMT -5
Elynth. That was the dragon. She felt a flash of anger as she thought about it. That was the dragon she had placed her hopes and dreams on, the dragon she had worked so hard for. And yet she had been passed over for someone else. Things had gone wrong for her back home at the cothold, and things were going wrong here. Therion wasn’t sure if it was worse to be here, or be home. That was the question she had come out here to debate. The lake was lying in front of her, an expanse of blue on a green landscape. There were a few dragons residing in the lake, but otherwise the water was calm, and the rest of the area was quite quiet as well. She was alone, for now, and right now she needed to think. The unexpected events of Aeriath’s hatching had given Therion cause to reevaluate her life. She could stay at the Weyr in the hopes of Impressing another Gold at a later clutch, and there would probably be at least two more Golds before Therion was past the age Candidates could be, and there would probably be even more than that. Her other option was to return home. She didn’t want to Stand at a hatching that had no Queen egg, and the next might very well be one like that. If she went back home and then changed her mind, though, she might not get the chance to return, since she would have to be Searched all over again.
Staying at the Weyr wouldn’t be fun. She would be a Candidate, and thus would have to suffer through all the chores and lessons that came with that, just in the hopes that she would Impress in another Turn or two. There would be no upcoming hatchings soon, which meant she would have to suffer through being a Candidate for probably at least a Turn before there was another hatching, and there still might be no Gold egg, which meant she would just have to wait longer. And the Weyr was a constant reminder of her failure. She would see Marlaey going through all the things Therion had been certain she would be doing. And while watching someone else rise up and become important in the Weyr, Therion would remain at the bottom. She had been so certain that she was done with the ridiculous lifestyle of being a Candidate. But if she wanted to become a Weyrwoman someday, she would have to stay here, and suffer through being a Candidate, and she still might never achieve that goal.
Perhaps part of the problem was just that she had been too certain. She had put all of her trust in one dragon and had done everything she needed to do with the certainty that, after the hatching, she would have to do it no longer. That made the idea of staying here all the much harder, because she would have to put it up with it for longer than she had ever imagined, and she really didn’t want too. Therion hated the daily routine of Candidates. They were basically the slave labor of the Weyr, and they all agreed to it because, if they didn’t, then they couldn’t stand and therefore wouldn’t Impress. The Weyr used them to get things done and had fun doing it, and Therion had hated the chores and lessons since the moment she got here. It wouldn’t be that bad at home, but there would be no more dragons if she went back home. She had serious doubts about every getting Searched again if she decided to leave. They could find plenty of Candidates without going to her little cothold for some. No, if she wanted a dragon she would have to stay here. But she didn’t want to stay here for another five Turns or so, not Impress, and then have to go back home anyways. That would be like a complete waste of five Turns of her life, and she would never get them back.
Of course, going back home wouldn’t be fun either. Thanks to her brother, her home was no longer a place Therion enjoyed. Everyone would be to busy cooing over him and his troubles, and how he was working so hard to be a normal person, to even notice that Therion had returned. They probably didn’t even realize she was gone, and they probably didn’t care. Ever since her brother became the center of attention, no one had wanted to be around Therion. In fact, most everyone seemed to avoid her. That was why she had come here in the first place. She hadn’t come to get a dragon originally, but just to get away from home. It was here at the Weyr that she had fallen in love with the idea of getting a Gold dragon. Now that she had failed at that once, she didn’t want to fail at it again.
Every dragon was different, though. Surely there was a Gold out there for her, right? Did she want to give up because Elynth hadn’t chosen her? That wasn’t behavior fit for a Weyrwoman. But not being chosen also symbolized that, maybe she wasn’t the type to be a Weyrwoman after all. And just because there might be a Gold out that that would pick her didn’t mean that Gold would hatch while Therion was still a Candidate. This was the problem she was debating, as Therion sat by the lake and tried to figure out if she should leave or stay.
Staying at the Weyr wouldn’t be fun. She would be a Candidate, and thus would have to suffer through all the chores and lessons that came with that, just in the hopes that she would Impress in another Turn or two. There would be no upcoming hatchings soon, which meant she would have to suffer through being a Candidate for probably at least a Turn before there was another hatching, and there still might be no Gold egg, which meant she would just have to wait longer. And the Weyr was a constant reminder of her failure. She would see Marlaey going through all the things Therion had been certain she would be doing. And while watching someone else rise up and become important in the Weyr, Therion would remain at the bottom. She had been so certain that she was done with the ridiculous lifestyle of being a Candidate. But if she wanted to become a Weyrwoman someday, she would have to stay here, and suffer through being a Candidate, and she still might never achieve that goal.
Perhaps part of the problem was just that she had been too certain. She had put all of her trust in one dragon and had done everything she needed to do with the certainty that, after the hatching, she would have to do it no longer. That made the idea of staying here all the much harder, because she would have to put it up with it for longer than she had ever imagined, and she really didn’t want too. Therion hated the daily routine of Candidates. They were basically the slave labor of the Weyr, and they all agreed to it because, if they didn’t, then they couldn’t stand and therefore wouldn’t Impress. The Weyr used them to get things done and had fun doing it, and Therion had hated the chores and lessons since the moment she got here. It wouldn’t be that bad at home, but there would be no more dragons if she went back home. She had serious doubts about every getting Searched again if she decided to leave. They could find plenty of Candidates without going to her little cothold for some. No, if she wanted a dragon she would have to stay here. But she didn’t want to stay here for another five Turns or so, not Impress, and then have to go back home anyways. That would be like a complete waste of five Turns of her life, and she would never get them back.
Of course, going back home wouldn’t be fun either. Thanks to her brother, her home was no longer a place Therion enjoyed. Everyone would be to busy cooing over him and his troubles, and how he was working so hard to be a normal person, to even notice that Therion had returned. They probably didn’t even realize she was gone, and they probably didn’t care. Ever since her brother became the center of attention, no one had wanted to be around Therion. In fact, most everyone seemed to avoid her. That was why she had come here in the first place. She hadn’t come to get a dragon originally, but just to get away from home. It was here at the Weyr that she had fallen in love with the idea of getting a Gold dragon. Now that she had failed at that once, she didn’t want to fail at it again.
Every dragon was different, though. Surely there was a Gold out there for her, right? Did she want to give up because Elynth hadn’t chosen her? That wasn’t behavior fit for a Weyrwoman. But not being chosen also symbolized that, maybe she wasn’t the type to be a Weyrwoman after all. And just because there might be a Gold out that that would pick her didn’t mean that Gold would hatch while Therion was still a Candidate. This was the problem she was debating, as Therion sat by the lake and tried to figure out if she should leave or stay.
