It was a shame there were no eggs, though that didn't mean there wouldn't be anytime now or in the future. He scratched his cheek, then the back of his neck, a thought forming in his mind. If he was going to the Weyr, there would be options for him there. His sisters would be on the sands for dragons, he was too old for dragons. That begged to reason he could turn to whers, did it not? He glanced at the other man again, and nodded his thanks for the information, before turning to the dancing square again to see where his sisters were. Still dancing, still enjoying themselves, though his jaw set when he saw they were switching from dancing with each other, to dancing with men he didn't recognize. When he spoke to Wrihelm again, his voice was a little tight, and he was doing his best not to sound overly gruff with the man. "I'm considering offering myself for a candidacy, which is why I was asking. I'm going to be going to the Weyr with my sisters, I'm going to need something to do." He didn't know just how much it would affect his life, but the decision was forming in his mind, and it was settling quite firmly in many regards.