G'rem and brown Zeriath
The Road So Far!
It all began at Jessaf Hold, in the protectorate of Madellon Weyr, for Gerromol – a young man of 18 Turns, dreaming of becoming a brown rider.
Gerromol was born the son of a modest cotholder at Jessaf Hold, working alongside his widowed father to work their allotted land, and help bring up his young twin siblings, Albon and Gettie. And in early 102, when a green rider, N'jol, and his Kistrith came to Jessaf in search of candidates for Madellon Weyr's hardening clutch, Gerromol didn't even present himself as a hopeful. Yet it was Gerromol that Kistrith singled out among all those young people. He almost didn't accept Search – anxious not to abandon his father. But he insisted, revealing that his late wife, Gerromol's mother, had always dreamed of being a dragonrider – and gifting Gerromol with her blue feather pendant as a lucky charm.
As a candidate, Gerromol was assigned a bunkmate – Soburn, an anxious Weyrbred youth with one failed Hatching already haunting him, who would soon become his closest friend in the Weyr. He also got to know many of his fellow candidates, including the Weyrbred twins Leover and Leoguy; Zielaph, the nephew of a Madellon bronze rider; and Chiliam, a good-natured highborn lad from Kellad.
But he also made an enemy – Rielat, a self-important apprentice Weaver – who took a firm disliking to Gerromol! Backed up by his crony Kestor, Rielat became the thorn in Gerromol's side throughout the sevendays of candidacy.
Hatching Day
The dragons' hum woke Soburn and Gerromol on 102.03.17. Following a brief run-in with Rielat, the pair joined the rest of the candidates for a morning lecture. The Weyrlingmaster, L'stev, gave the whole cohort – increased by three late Searchees to a total of thirty-five – strict instructions about pre-Hatching preparations, including eating, drinking, bathing – and in some cases, getting a decent haircut – and then turned the group loose for the morning. Before Gerromol left, Soburn asked him to find out if H'nar, the young Wingleader of the Betweenless Wing, might currently be seeing someone – or not.
The one-armed green rider and the thieving queen
Immediately on leaving the candidate barracks, Gerromol was flagged down by M'shen – a green rider with one arm, a fire-lizard queen – and a problem. His queen, Squiffy, had stolen several pieces of the Weyrwoman's jewellery, and hidden it around the Weyr. M'shen recruited Gerromol to find it. The quest took Gerromol all over Madellon, from kitchens to lake to infirmary – but in the end he succeeded in reuniting the Weyrwoman's jewellery set, to general acclaim.
Respecting his elders
In the Weyr's kitchen gardens, Gerromol encountered R'hren, a former Weyrleader of Madellon, now peacefully retired to potter among his beloved plants. R'hren asked Gerromol to help him track down the ingredients for a warming salve to help his elderly bronze, Staamath, with his arthritic forepaws. Gerromol duly located the components of R'hren's salve, winning the old bronze rider's approval in the process.
Gifted a small pot of the salve, Gerromol offered it to old S'rius, who was equally appreciative of the gift. And while Kisha, the blind old green rider Gerromol encountered in the infirmary, would have nothing to do with one of R'hren's concoctions, she too grew to approve of Gerromol – especially after he solved all three of her fiendish riddles!
Southern comfort
Gerromol met G'kalte – a brown rider and Wingsecond, not to mention Weyrwoman Valonna's weyrmate – in the Bowl, and was quickly recruited by him to help with a diplomatic matter. G'kalte had been tasked with delivering two gifts from Valonna to her Southern counterpart Weyrwoman Karika – but he'd been summoned away to collect his own grandmother, Lady Coffleby, for the Hatching.
He asked Gerromol to figure out which of the seven Southern dragons visiting Madellon were the correct pair to hand over Karika's gifts. And while G'kalte's brown, Archidath, offered Gerromol some intelligence on the Southern seven, his advice was somewhat garbled! Nonetheless, Gerromol unravelled Archidath's confusing suggestions and got the right packages to the right dragons – without being growled at!
A rising problem
Gerromol encountered both Soleigh, whose green Bristath was preparing to rise near the lake, and her weyrmate Maris, who was getting very drunk in the dining hall on account of her fears that Soleigh was having an affair with a blue rider, G'tron. Gerromol's intervention successfully got rid of G'tron, whose Imdoth was very sweet indeed on Bristath, from the mating flight – not to mention G'pellas, another blue rider, needed in the Harper ensemble – and reconciled the two green riders.
Kitchen diplomacy
Madellon's kitchens – the heart of the Weyr, and domain of Headwoman Crauva – provided Gerromol with the opportunity to show off his work ethic before the Hatching. A round of chores duly pleased Crauva, and earned him a selection of goodies warm from the oven.. And the kitchen was also the source of the hotfruit R'hren had sent Gerromol to find for his warming salve.
Pie-more
Gerromol certainly indulged his sweet tooth before the Hatching – laying claim to not one, not two, but three different types of bubbly pie .
Eggs and baskets
A visit to the Archives led to a meeting with Tarshe, Madellon's Weyrwoman Second. When Gerromol expressed an interested in looking up some Weyr records, Tarshe offered him the loan of a glowbasket – on the proviso that he return it afterwards. Which – mindful of not offending such an important personage of the Weyr – Gerromol did!
A blue lady
Coming across T'gala, Pern's only female blue rider, bathing her Heppeth in the lake, Gerromol offered his assistance – which T'gala gladly accepted.
Friend request
Conscious of Soburn's bashfulness, Gerromol approached the object of his affections – H'nar, Wingleader of the Betweenless Wing – with some circumspection. Still, when questioned, H'nar insisted he had to know who was making enquiries of him. And when he learned the identity of his admirer, he told Gerromol that he wasn't interested in Soburn – or any other men, for that matter. But Gerromol's agile pivot in questioning revealed that a close friend of H'nar's – blue rider M'rany – might be a viable alternative. Thus encouraged, Soburn began to think more positively of life as a dragonrider – even if H'nar would end up being his Wingleader!
Hair today
Mindful of the Weyrlingmaster's orders to be smart for the Hatching, Gerromol visited Madellon's resident barber – green rider Z'fell – for a trim. Very conscious of his dignity, Gerromol ensured he came away with a cut he actually liked.
A Weyrleader's mercy
Early in the day, Gerromol found out about a secret way into the Hatching Ground via storeroom that might allow him a sneaky peek at the eggs before the Hatching. Successfully entering the combination to the lock on the storeroom door, and suitably equipped with a glowbasket, he crawled into a confusing maze of passages. By chance, he found a way onto the Hatching Ground – onto a very high ledge! Calling down for help was the only option, and a welcome – if embarrassing – lift down from Muzzanth himself returned Gerromol safely to ground level.
Realising that honesty was the best policy, Gerromol apologised to the Weyrleader for intruding – and was surprised to find T'gat remarkably sanguine about it, reminiscing about his own youthful journey through the passages. And a polite request granted Gerromol the Weyrleader's permission to approach the clutch. He touched one of the eggs, marvelling at its palpable vitality. And something about the unassuming grey-green egg made him feel strangely certain that he would Impress later that day.
The Hatching
When it came to the Hatching, Gerromol didn't have to wait too long for his date with destiny. The unassuming grey-green egg Hatched out a deep russet-brown dragonet who told Gerromol his name was Zeriath.
A friend in me
And Gerromol wasn't the only lucky one. To his delight, Soburn also Impressed, becoming the rider of a slender olive-green hatchling, Aeranth.
Whatever happened to Rielat?
Rielat didn't turn up for the pre-Hatching muster, and – Gerromol's own suspicions notwithstanding – L'stev guessed that he had probably got himself lost trying to sneak into the Hatching Ground through the dangerous ventilation tunnels. Fortunately – Gerromol supposed – Weyrlingmaster A'len located the missing candidate, but too late for Rielat, who having been found unconscious, was promptly invalided out of standing!
After the Hatching
"Zeriath" by Emily Holland
The Weyrlingmaster was the first to congratulate Gerromol on his Impression, but it was N'jol, delighted that his most humble candidate had Impressed, who stepped in to help with the immediate matter of Zeriath's first meal. That was Gerromol's first opportunity to speak to Soburn, too, and they introduced each other, with considerable delight, to their respective dragonets, Zeriath and Aeranth. Soburn also told Gerromol that his new name was to be – perhaps unsurprisingly – S'burn.
It wasn't long before Zeriath's personality started to become evident. The little russet-brown dragonet proved unusually quiet, speaking only seldom, and showing a strong preference for his own company – and his rider's.
With both dragonets full to bursting with fresh meat, the newly minted dragonpairs left the Hatching sands for their new home: the weyrling barracks.
Big brother
Another friend Gerromol made along the way – a young Holdbred candidate, Nichen, whom Gerromol had encountered in a hopelessly dishevelled state directly before the Hatching – hailed Gerromol at the barracks – crediting him with his successful Impression of a moon-blue dragonet, Yooth!
Meeting the Weyrleader
As Gerromol and S'burn wiped the worst of the blood and sand from their tired new dragonets, the Weyrleader, T'gat, came to inspect both boys' dragonets, to ask after their names – and to ask the two new weyrlings how they should now be called. Gerromol was proud to introduce Zeriath to the Weyrleader. And after a brief conference with Zeriath, Gerromol gave the Weyrleader his own new name: G'rem, rider of brown Zeriath!
Following their audience with the Weyrleader, and the application of oily rags to relieve Zeriath's and Aeranth's newborn itchiness, G'rem and S'burn headed into the boys' barracks to claim the billets that would be theirs for the next Turn. Choosing adjacent cots, the two new weyrlings got their dragonets settled on the couches that they would take months to grow into. But there was no time for them to sit and admire their new dragons. The Weyrlingmaster soon came along to give them their new weyrling shoulder-knots, before chivvying them off to the Hatching feast!
The Hatching feast
G'rem and S'burn soon went their separate ways to find family and friends. Many of the riders and Weyrfolk G'rem had helped during the day greeted him with warm congratulations as he hunted through the throng – but, at last, he found his family.
G'rem's father almost couldn't believe his son's good fortune, completely thrilled to be the father of a dragonrider. And he was even more starstruck when the Weyrleaders came to drink a toast to G'rem and Zeriath.
The rest of the evening passed in a blur for G'rem, and it came as a relief when the Weyrlingmaster ordered all the new weyrlings back to the barracks for a good night's sleep. But en route to bed, G'rem was flagged down by a Weyrbrat, Emry, bringing the message that Weyrwoman Second Tarshe wanted to see him in the Archives.
Setting the record straight
Tarshe, tasked by the Weyrwoman with converting candidate documentation into weyrling records, went through G'rem's background with him – including much of what he had got up to on the morning of the Hatching – for good and ill. She offered G'rem some advice about paying attention to his new classmates and surroundings, lest he fall foul of the Weyrlingmaster's penchant for snap quizzes, and made some observations on Zeriath.
A close encounter
On his way back to the barracks , G'rem had two peculiar encounters – first, with Tarshe's queen, Berzunth, who seemed quite agitated by one of the visiting dragons on the Rim; and then with a mysterious hooded figure, smelling strongly of what G'rem would later realise was firestone, who called him by name – and gave him a curious wooden box.
"The Watchful Queen" by Chris S. Baily
Back at the barracks, G'rem decided, on balance, not to tell the Weyrlingmaster about the stranger.
Returning at last to Zeriath – billeted between S'burn's Aeranth and a mucky-looking brown dragonet – G'rem was too tired to examine the strange wooden box very closely, and put it in his clothes' chest for later examination. But even as he went to sleep – a dragonrider at last, his brown beside him – G'rem was struck with a deep sense of foreboding. Who was the mysterious dragonrider in the hooded cloak? And what was the significance of the strange wooden box?
Find out more about Gerromol's Impression here. G'rem and Zeriath's story will continue in Dragonchoice: Weyrling, coming soon!
G'rem's achievements
Achievement Unlocked:
CARRY ON WAYWARD SON
I travelled The Road So Far!
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OUR ROB, OR ROSS
I received a mysterious box!
Achievement Unlocked:
A HORSE WITH A NAME
I have a name and it's a good name and I don't need to fix my name. Probably.
Achievement Unlocked:
THE YIN TO YOUR YANG
Zeriath and I complement each other!
Achievement Unlocked:
THE PATH LESS TRAVELLED
I pre-Impressed Zeriath by touching his egg before the Hatching!
Achievement Unlocked:
SUGAR AND SPICE
I've been a very nice person (so far)!
Achievement Unlocked:
EBONY AND IVORY
Zeriath and I agreed on something very important!
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IN TUNE
Zeriath and I agreed on something quite important!
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BFFs
Zeriath and Destrath made friends!