Kilan's Journal

~Kilan's Journal~

Before you open the book, you notice a piece of paper sticking out of it. You pull it out and read it.

	Name:	Kilan
	Age:	17 Turns
	Rank:	Candidate
	Eyes:	Dark Brown
	Hair:	Black

Writing isn't my thing. I love to draw. But Mother says that I should write. She says if I write, like my brother T'lon, I'd be just like him. Fancy T'lon, the perfect bronzerider brother. I don't want to be like T'lon. I didn't even want a dragon. But Mother insisted, and I could never argue with Mother. I have always wished I could say no, like my sister. I love my sister. Sure, I was teased for hanging with her. And I almost got killed by P'lik. So what if my sister is a Junior Weyrwoman. So what if P'lik and his bronze are so powerful. All these bronzes! Augh! If I do Impress, ever, I sure hope I get a brown or a blue. I'm afraid I'd hurt it if I did. Its just that all these people, they strive for perfection. Well, I'm imperfect, and I'm not looking for perfection! I'm happy the way I am. Coy and stubborn and cowardly to everyone but my Mother. But mostly coy around Arizon. She's just so.. so.. she's got this special something. Maybe it's her smile. Maybe it's the way she makes pies like Mother. Maybe it's the way she was so brave through those years being a drudge. All I know is that I'm in love. I just hope there isn't another P'lik in this Weyr.