Expectations

Writers: Devin, Emma
Date Posted: 4th January 2009

Characters: Cosani, Rondera
Description: Over dinner, Cosani and Rondera talk about fathers and Impression.
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 13, day 16 of Turn 4

Cosani

Cosani made a face as she walked through the tables. It was crowded, and it looked like she was going to have to find someone to sit next to. There was a space next to one of the younger Candidates - the bubbly one. Cosani didn't know if she could deal with all that energy, but at least she wouldn't be rude like some of the other Candidates. Resigned, Cosani slid in next to the girl. "Hi."

"Hi!" Rondera looked the other girl up and down. "You're new aren't you?"

"Yes."

""Just got searched?" asked the other girl. "I grew up here, so I knew I could stand once I was of age."

"I ... came here with my father," Cosani answered.

"That's great. My Da's a Wingsecond here." It was fairly common knowledge anyway, Rodera wasn't bragging. "He's a brownrider."

It was getting easier and easier for Cosani to admit her relationship to N'vanik. "My dad's the Weyrleader."

"Really, then you'll know what it's like to have people looking at you and expecting you to impress," Rondera said. "This is my second time standing, but last time, I had my Da, my Uncle and my Grandda watching to see what happened. All of them riders."

"Yeah, my dad was there last time." And he acted like he'd cared that she hadn't Impressed. Or was it just because it made _him_ look bad?

"Did he tell you 'Better luck next time' and stuff like that?"

Cosani frowned a little. "Not exactly. He said 'don't give up'." Genuine concern, or concern about his own image? Some of the things she'd heard at Dragonsfall made it sound like he didn't care what other people thought, but was it different now that he was Weyrleader?

"Bet they're taking bets on whether that gold heads your way already. I'd lay a few marks myself on my father have put one or two on me."

People making bets that she would Impress gold? Well ... maybe they should. "I think I have a good chance."

"As good as any other girl on the sands."

"Better," Cosani said.

"She'll make her mind up straight off who she wants," said Rondera, "and end up with some holdbred girl that has no clue."

"Or a holdbred girl _with_ a clue," Cosani mumbled.

"You're not Weyrbred?" Rondera had assumed that since the girl was the Weyrleader's daughter she'd have come with him from Dragonsfall and wherever he had been before that.

"I wasn't born at a Weyr."

"No? I assumed because of who your father is that you were."

"He didn't raise me," Cosani said, frowning down at her plate.

"You found him now," said Rondera cheerfully.

"Yes." And she still wasn't sure what to think of him.

"And maybe a dragon will find you too."

"I know one will." She had to Impress. She needed it.

"Your Da will be happy for you whatever colour her hide has."

Happy for her? Or for his own image? Cosani wondered. "Yeah."

"I know my Da will be happy for me," Rondera said. But she couldn't help wondering what would happen this time, would she leave the sands a weyrling, or would she end up like her Aunt Akessa and just age out of candidacy.

Cosani made a non-committal noise and finally started eating her meal.

"So," said Rondera changing the subject. "What do you reckon your Da will do about a Weyrlingmaster?"

"I don't know." Cosani shrugged.

"We'll find out soon enough I guess." Rondera grinned. "Bet we end up hating whoever it is."

"Probably."

Last updated on the January 4th 2009

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