V'lkion's Weyr

~V'lkion's Weyr~

You push open the door with the plate nearby that reads 'V'lkion and Blue Plarth'. The weyr is neat but smells strongly of dragon. On the dragon couch is a boy and dragon wrestling playfully together. When the dragon finally pins the boy, he notices you. The blue lets him up while he catches his breath.

"Uh hah... hah... Um.. excuse me.. sorry. Just a minute.. " The boy takes a deep breath that is finally normal. He stands, his height average. "Sorry about that. I'm V'lkion, and this is Plarth." He gestures towards the blue dragon, who lays there innocently as if nothing happened. The boy's wet looking dark hair falls in his face, and he brushes the in curved strands behind his ear. "He started it, though." You notice several scars on V'lkion's hands, and you ask about them. "These? Oh, I got these at the Hatching. I had to help this brainless blue out of his shell." Plarth snorts, blowing a pillow at V'lkion's leg. "Could not've got out yourself, lazybones." You notice that V'lkion is wearing his riding gear and you ask him why. "Oh, we have Weyrling Classes in a few minutes and we were just waiting for the-" V'lkion's voice is cut off by a loud bong. "-bell," he finishes. "Come on, Plarth, we've got classes. Bye!" V'lkion and Plarth hurry out of the weyr, so not to be late for classes.

Follow the map to Everest Weyr. Read V'lkion's journal.