Who

Amania

What

A letter from Amania to Reveka, her first friend among the Zingari at Igen.

Candidate Bingo!

When

It is evening, on the 19th day of the 11th month of the 11th Turn of the 12th Pass.

Where

Candidate Barracks, Southern Weyr

OOC Date 06 Sep 2017 06:00

 

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Friends can count for just as much as blood and more, I’ve been learning.


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Candidate Barracks

Perhaps the safest place in the weyr, these barracks: the stonework here is old, perhaps as old as the weyr is itself, for the uncanny cleanliness of ancient stonecutters marks neat corners and perfect arches. Richly-lit by glowlight, tapestries reflect scenes of yore from the walls - dragons flaming, holders farming, and one particularly well-made that depicts the impression of a dark-haired girl to a light-toned gold dragonet, dripping and fierce. The barracks themselves are open-air, with not even a curtain to divide the space of male from female. Bunk-bed style cots line each wall, hammocks strung along the middle for those unfortunate enough to lack the privacy that an adjoining wall brings. There are privies in the back and locker-style item storage in the front, and one especially large table next to a book-case filled with basic Harper texts.


19.11.11.12

Dear Reveka,

Hello from Southern, finally! I’m sorry it’s taken so long to write. We’re kept busy, and I still don’t write as fast as I’d like. I’m getting better, though. I hope everything is going well with you.

Is the caravan traveling now that it’s autumn? I find it funny that I wasn’t even a part of it long enough to get to the actual traveling part, but I suppose there’s still a chance I might be back to experience it before winter is over. I figure my odds are an even split - I’m either meant for a dragon or I’m not. Either way, I’m coming out with something very different under my belt.

I miss the caravan. Living in a cave with a bunch of other people around me didn’t take much to get used to, but I definitely prefer living in the yurt (again, thank you SO much for watching it and my things). I also miss the color, and the celebrations, and the food. I think I even miss the whisky. I hope to come visit soon. The vibrancy of the people, and of the desert, are things Southern just doesn’t have and could never hope to.

What it does have is the sea. I’ve never seen so much water, and there are dolphins! I hope to see one at some point. I also didn’t know so much green existed in the world; the jungles are on all sides except the sea. I don’t really go into either, though, no matter how much they take my breath away. The trees are beautiful in their way, but they’re so close and…awake, somehow, that they feel like they could crush you if they decide they don’t like you being there. Still, there are people here that live out in them - the wildlings.

There are some of them among the other Candidates, and I’ve gotten to talk to them. One, Yfana, says she’s exiled from her people, who live far in the south where the ice never melts. I hope to see that place; I’ve never seen snow, or ice outside of drinks. Another is a man named Rhuysarr, who I’m intrigued by. I like talking to him, but he only says what needs to be said and nothing else. I also think…he’s nice to look at, but it’s not something I’ll be focusing on. It’s not why any of us are here, plus I don’t know the first thing to do about it. However, there’s someone we both know that doesn’t seem to be catching on to that notion.

Xanthee is also here, but I don’t think she knows how to focus on anything besides flirting. It’s no wonder she’s had such a hard time figuring out her life. A person can’t untangle themselves if they insist on being all knotted up around one thing all the time. I like her, but I don’t think she’s going to make it through to the Hatching if she can’t take aim a little better.

There’s also a boy from Ista named Nox and a miner from here named Therst who I’ve been getting to know. Nox is helping me learn how to swim; he’s really good at it. I just hope I can pick up on it quickly. I’m tired of panicking when I get near the water because I don’t know what to do when I’m in so much of it.

I have to go; lights-out is soon. Hopefully it won’t be long before I can visit. I’m hoping you might be able to come to the Hatching - you and Bon, and Willimina, Tallel, and Timo, if they can. A lot of the other Candidates are talking about their families coming, and…well. I don’t have one, save for the Zingari now. Friends can count for just as much as blood and more, I’ve been learning. I’ll write again soon!

Your friend,

Amania
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