Tazkerov and Minkelina, Dragon Candidates
Tag: Drekar, Mansa, Mali
Tazkerov was roaming around the Gather, trying to summon up some excitement in the wake of his most recent failure to Impress. He’d paused at the weapons, but he already had new knives, and he didn’t need a new bow or any more arrows yet. He paused at the furflitts, but he already had little Sasha, whom Zoay had found and given to him almost two months ago. Indeed, the little Snow was curled up at the moment, hiding in the sling that he had taken to wearing across his chest to give her a place to rest. He didn’t want to go buying another furflitt that might not like her and try to drive her away, especially given that the little kit was on the shy side of things. Shrugging, he walked on, noting the egg sellers as possible places to come back to later, depending.
Eventually, he found himself near signs announcing various competitions. He noted the archery competition, decided to sign himself up for that later, if possible, especially since they were providing bows, so he wouldn’t have to try and hitch a ride to the Weyr and back to get his bow. Throwing bags of sand around… Tazkerov knew his strengths, and brute force, absolute raw power, had never been one of them. He had no intention of competing in a thing that he knew he was not going to do at least decent at. The next stand though…
Walking up to the stand, Tazkerov was found himself in the company of a couple women who looked native born southern, and the smith, Drekar, who’d fixed his knives. He nodded acknowledgement of their presence and slipped up to the booth to enter his name.
“Guess we’ll see how good I am,” Tazkerov commented to the smith, smiling slightly. Not but a moment later, Minkelina turned up as well, having found her own way to these stands.
“Here for the competition?” she asked everyone present, grinning briefly at her brother after she signed in.
Tazkerov: Weapons Master (knives/short blades as first weapon), experience
Minkelina: Lessa's Gaze (if that counts...), experience