Varren would have been perfectly happy to keep scratching, if that wouldn't have meant that Finn must keep standing. "I'm not as worried about getting ME where I'm going as I am about getting YOU sitting down," he said, drawing his hand reluctantly away from Danteth to take his sister's arm. He followed her lead again, and smiled ruefully when she started talking about how hard she had tried to get him here.
Until the last Hatching at High Reaches Weyr, he had been pretty torn between staying there and following his sister. The deciding factor had been his desire to keep working with the same plant lines. After his injury, though, it had made more sense to leave. He hadn't been able to continue his research while recovering and he didn't really have any relationships with current candidates there. The relationships he had with weyrlings weren't necessarily positive, either.
"I hope I'll have better luck, here," he said, "but even if I don't I'm sure I will still be happier here than there." Certainly, he would avoid developing crushes on fellow candidates. He was going to focus on his plants, his sister, and his responsibilities as a candidate. He finally believed the candidate masters that romantic interest in candidacy was a bad idea, even if it didn't go beyond flirting. He hadn't completely understood that it could actually be worse if the feelings were somewhat returned than if they weren't. Even if the green his friend Impressed hadn't been jealous, their friendship would have been permanently altered when only one of them Impressed, and Varren wasn't sure if he was more hurt about being left behind, or about being....well, hurt.
"Even if I don't have better luck with the dragons," he continued, "If I end up aging out, maybe I could become a different kind of candidate, and still stay at the Weyr." It wasn't what he had always wanted, but there were so many opportunities at Atricis. He was quite far from aging out, of course, but if he thought about candidacy as something that was supposed to be a long process, then it would hurt less each time he was left standing.
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