Time - early evening, dinner time
Location - Atricis Weyr | Candidate Barracks
@Ember | K'rios
You have a right to know him if you want.
Her friend was right, but it was on Faveonn to confront him.
Finding the man was easy enough. Weeks ago, when she spoke the name K'rios to her uncle, V'an, she was directed to the Candidate Barracks. Apparently, the man, a pewterrider, was a candidatemaster assistant. Such a revelation did feed into the young girl's hope that he might accept her. After all, if he enjoyed working with those her age, the swaths of youth that came to the weyr with dreams of dragons, did not that mean he would not be opposed to knowing he had fathered a child of his own? And yet Faveonn had put her faith in such things in the past. She dreamt of acceptance, not understanding at the time the complexities of human nature, and its cruelties. The trouble she faced in the Benden creche had taught her that humans were not always predictable and logical. They were capable of complex and contradictory natures.
So what did that mean about her father? What kind of man was he? Faveonn realised she would soon find out when she dared to slip into the Candidate Barracks for the very first time in her life.
The candidates had finished their drills and errands, ready to settle for the day with a good meal and a relaxing evening. Some cleaned up in the bathing rooms, while others gathered in the centre of the common rooms, waiting for their friends who took a bit longer than the rest. For a time, Faveonn kept to herself with Mayfly at her shoulder, easily blending among the candidates. After all, as a weyrbred girl of candidate age, she could have easily have become one herself. Yet she had not.
Masses of youth shouted and dashed about as they slowly filtering out of the common rooms little by little. They were obnoxious, the sharp notes of laughter and the boisterous calls causing Faveonn to shrink that much more into a quiet corner. Feeling her discomfort, her green firelizard slipped into her arms to assure her with gentle croons; the gentle assurance did little to assuage Faveonn of her anxiety. She felt out of place among them, but then, she always had. It was part of why she had hated the creche so much back in Benden. All the while, she looked about for an adult, someone who might be able to point her in the right direction.. someone who did not already have their hands full with all the pubescent boys and girls, and swaths of giggling and rambunctious teens. Soon, however, the candidates dispersed, emptying out of the barracks for dinner.
With careful steps, Faveonn emerged from her quiet corner, moving into the centre of the stilled room. As she slipped Mayfly back to her shoulder, eyes shot about for an adult. She noted two of them, a man and a woman with assistant knots. Did she ask them? No, they left the room before Faveonn could.
What if he was not here? the girl quietly feared. The day she finally found her courage, what if he was no where to be found? Would that mean all of this was for not? Such a thought made her heart drop like a weight, crushing her with a sudden force that nearly suffocated her. Mayfly warbled her concerns to Faveonn before the girl regained herself. No, he had to be here. V'an said he would be here. But where did she start?
Aimless in her destination, Faveonn stood in the centre of the common room, attempting to devise a path forward to find this man who was her father.