Candidate Nillanore's story begins...
As the daughter of the Headwoman's second, you, Nillanore, are of the Weyr, but not quite of dragons - though you've spent your life dreaming of being a dragonrider. Growing up in the lower caverns of Madellon Weyr has never cured you of your reverence for dragons, and you're determined to be the first rider in your family - paving the way for your younger sister, Ashi, and brother, little Halante. Halante already hero-worships you - and you know he'll be devastated if you don't Impress!
You were too young to Stand for Madellon's last clutch, three Turns ago. Now you're finally old enough. And S'rius - Madellon's most senior Search rider - waved you over to help with his wise old blue, Padseth, the morning after Shimpath clutched.
"Padseth marked you as a likely sort Turns ago, Nillanore," he told you, in his croaky, quavering voice, as Padseth peered benignly down at you. "He might be too frail to fly Search now, but there's nothing wrong with his instincts. And he's quite certain that one of those eggs on the Sands holds your dragon!"
At breakfast last sevenday, Postie - the Assistant Weyrlingmaster's blue fire-lizard - dropped a coveted Notice of Candidacy scroll on your head. And with your formal invitation to Stand for Impression clutched tightly in your hands, you began to let yourself believe that S'rius could be right!
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