Candidate Leseur's story begins...
Unlike the Hold and Craftbred candidates who've been streaming into Madellon over the last few sevendays, you, Leseur, aren't new to dragonkind - you're the son of two riders, Weyr born and bred!
Your father is Wingleader R'yeno, bronze Gryth's rider, and your mother is green rider Evie, Amillioth's rider. The notion of being anything but a dragonrider has never entered your mind in all your 18 Turns!
Three Turns ago you stood as a candidate for Shimpath's last clutch - and didn't Impress. The terrible events of Madellon's last Hatching day made your disappointment at the time pale by comparison. Now there's another clutch, and excited as you are, the awful thought that you might not Impress this time, either, hangs over you like the leading edge of Threadfall.
But S'rius - Madellon's most senior Search rider, and your father's former wingman - waved you over to help with his wise old blue, Padseth, the morning after Shimpath clutched.
"Padseth still believes in you, Leseur," he told you, in his croaky, quavering voice, as Padseth peered beningly down at you. "He might be too frail to fly Search now, but there's nothing wrong with his instincts. You only have to believe in yourself!"
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 believe that S'rius was right!
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