Fu'chorn and blue Vesaliuth
The Road So Far!
It all began at Jessaf Hold, in the protectorate of Madellon Weyr, for Fuchencon – a young man of 17 Turns, dreaming of becoming a dragonrider.
Fuchencon 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, Fuchencon didn't even present himself as a hopeful. Yet it was Fuchencon 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, Fuchencon's mother, had always dreamed of being a dragonrider – and gifting Fuchencon with her blue feather pendant as a lucky charm.
As a candidate, Fuchencon 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 Fuchencon! Backed up by his crony Kestor, Rielat became the thorn in Fuchencon's side throughout the sevendays of candidacy.
Hatching Day
The dragons' hum woke Soburn and Fuchencon 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 Fuchencon 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
Immediately on leaving the candidate barracks, Fuchencon was flagged down by M'shen – a green rider with only one arm. But whatever he wanted, Fuchencon never discovered, after making a mean-spirited joke about M'shen's missing hand that – not unreasonably – made the green rider take against him.
Respecting his elders
In the Weyr's kitchen gardens, Fuchencon encountered R'hren, a former Weyrleader of Madellon, now peacefully retired to potter among his beloved plants. R'hren asked Fuchencon to help him track down the ingredients for a warming salve to help his elderly bronze, Staamath, with his arthritic forepaws. Fuchencon 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, Fuchencon offered it to old S'rius, who was equally appreciative of the gift. And while Kisha, the blind old green rider Fuchencon encountered in the infirmary, would have nothing to do with one of R'hren's concoctions, she too grew to approve of Fuchencon – especially after he solved all three of her fiendish riddles!
A Masterful order
In the dining hall, Fuchencon met his fellow candidate Zielaph, who'd been tasked by his somewhat dim uncle, bronze rider Fr'ton, with delivering a complicated drinks order to a group of Master Crafters. Zielaph had information about their names, beverages, crafts, and fire-lizards – but not in any sensible order!
Luckily for him, Fuchencon solved the puzzle of Fr'ton's confusing notes adeptly, delivering the correct drinks to the correct Masters, and earning a handsome tip in the process.
A rising problem
Fuchencon 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. Fuchencon'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.
Hot stuff
Madellon's kitchen was the source of the hotfruit R'hren had sent Fuchencon to find for his warming salve. Headwoman Crauva handed one over immediately he asked for it, pleased to be helping such an august figure as the old Weyrleader.
Overkeen to get his hands on the last bubbly pie in the dining hall, Fuchencon took it – forcibly – from a small child. Not the nicest thing to do – but mmm, pie...
Eggs and baskets
A visit to the Archives led to a meeting with Tarshe, Madellon's Weyrwoman Second. When Fuchencon 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 – Fuchencon did!
Weyrbrat by name...
A run-in with a Weyrbrat – Terzon, whom Rielat had paid to cause Fuchencon trouble – resulted in an unfortunate public incident. All too aware of being shaken down, Fuchencon gave the kid a shove – in front of a number of witnesses – doing nothing for his reputation!
A blue lady
Coming across T'gala, Pern's only female blue rider, bathing her Heppeth in the lake, Fuchencon offered his assistance – which T'gala gladly accepted.
Friend request
Conscious of Soburn's bashfulness, Fuchencon 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 Fuchencon that he wasn't interested in Soburn – or any other men, for that matter. But Fuchencon'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!
Wherry bad behaviour
Fuchencon's assorted instances of bad behaviour finally caught up with him. L'stev collared him in the Bowl and gave him an ultimatum – buck up his ideas, or sit the Hatching out. Fuchencon chose the former, and the Weyrlingmaster sent him to do penance in the wherry hatchery – though Fuchencon remained on probation, with one more slip promising to rule him out of standing!
A breath of foul air
Early in the day, Fuchencon 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. The route he chose turned out to be thick with choking toxic fumes from Madellon's volcanic foundation, and Fuchencon soon found himself struggling for breath.
Undeterred, Fuchencon pushed through the discomfort, and emerged shortly onto the Hatching Sands. But he wasn't quiet enough. Shimpath, dozing only very lightly, awoke, and she and Muzzanth chased Fuchencon from the Sands!
The Hatching
When it came to the Hatching, Fuchencon had to wait a little while before the yellow-green craggy-textured egg Hatched to reveal the light sky-blue dragonet who would choose him, naming himself Vesaliuth.
A friend in me
And Fuchencon 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?
It turned out that making an enemy of Fuchencon was a very poor choice on Rielat's part. For the low, low price of just three marks, Fuchencon had Grimes, the shady fellow loitering near the Gather stalls, spread a series of nasty rumours about Rielat. By the time the Weyrlingmaster mustered the candidate cohort immediately before the Hatching, the damage to Rielat's reputation was done – and he was ejected from the candidate pool without ever setting foot on the Sands!
After the Hatching
"Vesaliuth" by Chris S. Baily
The Weyrlingmaster was the first to congratulate Fuchencon 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 Vesaliuth's first meal. That was Fuchencon's first opportunity to speak to Soburn, too, and they introduced each other, with considerable delight, to their respective dragonets, Vesaliuth and Aeranth. Soburn also told Fuchencon that his new name was to be – perhaps unsurprisingly – S'burn.
It wasn't long before Vesaliuth's personality started to become evident. The big sky-blue dragonet demonstrated an enormous desire to please, making him an especially endearing character.
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 Fuchencon made along the way – a young Holdbred candidate, Nichen, whom Fuchencon had encountered in a hopelessly dishevelled state directly before the Hatching – hailed Fuchencon at the barracks – crediting him with his successful Impression of a moon-blue dragonet, Yooth!
Meeting the Weyrleader
As Fuchencon 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. Fuchencon was proud to introduce Vesaliuth to the Weyrleader. And after a brief conference with Vesaliuth, Fuchencon gave the Weyrleader his own new name: Fu'chorn, rider of blue Vesaliuth!
Following their audience with the Weyrleader, and the application of oily rags to relieve Vesaliuth's and Aeranth's newborn itchiness, Fu'chorn 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
Fu'chorn and S'burn soon went their separate ways to find family and friends. Many of the riders and Weyrfolk Fu'chorn had helped during the day greeted him with warm congratulations as he hunted through the throng – but, at last, he found his family.
Fu'chorn'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 Fu'chorn and Vesaliuth.
The rest of the evening passed in a blur for Fu'chorn, 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, Fu'chorn 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 Fu'chorn'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 Fu'chorn some advice about paying attention to his new classmates and surroundings, lest he fall foul of the Weyrlingmaster's penchant for snap quizzes, advised him to report to Master Isnan before returning to the barracks to get his injuries checked again, and made some observations on Vesaliuth.
A close encounter
On his way back to the barracks (by way of the infirmary, as ordered by Tarshe), Fu'chorn 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 Fu'chorn 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, Fu'chorn decided, on balance, not to tell the Weyrlingmaster about the stranger.
Returning at last to Vesaliuth – billeted between S'burn's Aeranth and a mucky-looking brown dragonet – Fu'chorn 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 blue beside him – Fu'chorn 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 Fuchencon's Impression here. Fu'chorn and Vesaliuth's story will continue in Dragonchoice: Weyrling, coming soon!
Fu'chorn's achievements
Achievement Unlocked:
CARRY ON WAYWARD SON
I travelled The Road So Far!
Achievement Unlocked:
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
Vesaliuth and I complement each other!
Achievement Unlocked:
SNAKES AND SNAILS
I haven't been very nice!
Achievement Unlocked:
PLEASE STATE THE NATURE OF THE MEDICAL EMERGENCY
I returned to the infirmary!
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EBONY AND IVORY
Vesaliuth and I agreed on something very important!
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IN TUNE
Vesaliuth and I agreed on something quite important!