Harper-born Theier was excited when he was Searched to be a candidate at Dasmalenra Weir. His writings for the following weeks revolved around nothing else. The day of the hatching, he was very surprised to be approached by a small green.  While he had yet to find a particularly interesting girl to become attached to, he had zero interest in males.  He looked questioningly at the green, as her mind touched his. Don't worry, I won't cramp your style, she declared. I am Wialenth, and I like the way you talk. Can you teach me to rhyme like you? But first, I need food. His permanently sunburned face broke into a grin, and he pushed his longish brown hair out of his face. Alright, let's get you fed. Then we'll work on your poetry. A few days after the hatching, while Wialenth was sleeping, Th'yer spent a little time wandering around the Weir. He stumbled across the firelizard hearth, and entirely unintentionally, bonded one of the tiny firelizards. He took the tiny blue back to his room, where Wianlenth was starting to wake up. She looked at it for a moment. That's not food, she stated matter-of-factly. But he's cute. The new dragonrider went and retrieved meat for both of his starving hatchlings, and as they ate tried to think of a name for the little blue. When the little blue finished his meal, unlike most hatchlings, he didn't proceed to fall asleep. He sat on the floor near the green's large bowl of meat, and chattered at her. When she finished eating, and went to lay back down, the firelizard climbed onto her shoulder and curled up sleepily. I think you should call him Swift. He'll be a speedy little thing, full grown. I bet he'll be able to keep up with me. Will you write a song about us? Sometimes, Th'yer wondered exactly where his green's mind wandered.  Every now and then, she came up with insights that would put a MasterHarper to shame.

Wialenth and Swift are from Dasmalenra Weir