- They weren't kidding when they said the cold of between could steal the breath from your lungs. It seemed he was still trying to catch his breath even after his feet touched the ground. Or perhaps it was the sheer enormity of what he was looking at, all wide eyed and mouth agape. The drone of the Greenhandler still perched upon her bond was a faint buzz to the background of the overwhelming awe Tovrik found himself faced with. He'd heard stories, sure, but to actually be in the Weyr Yard? With dragons he'd never seen before? Was that a wher over there? Whoah! Was that a dual-tailed firelizard? No, it couldn't have been. It looked...almost spined! Or were those frills? And could someone please tell him what color that dragon was? But that wasn't all - no, the ridiculous amount of space near blew his mind. Walled Hold was packed full of bodies but here - here a man could move. Shards, look at all the buildings and still space! His immediate thought was wondering as to which might have been the Infirmary, but the weight of his pack reminded him he had another stop to make first.
"Hey, can you---" So lost was he in his amazement that Tovrik hadn't even realized the Green and her rider had already taken off until he'd turned to look over his shoulder. "Tell me...Um." Had she even said where anything was? He couldn't recall. ( Again, not that he'd really been paying attention. ) Where in the shards was the Candidate Barracks? That's where he was supposed to head first, right? Shells...He was lost, wasn't he? With a sigh, Tovrik actually grinned and shook his head, rolling his shoulders in a half-hearted shrug. He'd wanted an adventure, hadn't he? Directions were never guaranteed. The brown gaze cast a quick look around in the close vicinity and snagged upon a man probably only a handful of Turns older than him. Tov didn't exactly recognize the knots on his shoulder but hey, he was a born and bred Holder. Couldn't exactly blame him for ignorance, right? Still, respect was owed and that the young man had in droves for anyone he recognized as bonded.
A few strides of a bounding jog brought him closer and he slowed his pace, an easy and somewhat sheepish grin poking dimples on either side of his mouth. By the Egg, he was about to talk to a new rider! In a Weyr! As a Candidate! Talk about one heck of a good start to this adventure. "Good day, sir. I was hoping you might be able to indicate in which direction the Candidate Barracks might be located?"