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 Posted: Mon Jan 30, 2012 12:59 pm
 Name: Bali
Age: 18
Gender: female
Sexuality: straight
Rank: Journeywoman
At what age did they Impress? 18
History: Bali was born at Nabol hold or is at least believed to have been so. She was left or as her foster mother called it anonymously fostered out to an older kindly innkeeper who put up traders, runners, and the like when they came in to Nabol. Firi as the innkeeper was called had been widowed when her husband had been killed out at sea and had no children of her own. So when a tired traveling man asked her to take in the baby girl the woman accepted with ease and named the child Bali.
Bali was exposed to whers at an early age. One of her foster mother regulars was a handler and often times the girl was asked to help the poor man home on occasions and became well equated with his wher. At the age of ten she became an apprentice.
Since then she has learned, helped, trained and waited, but despite the abundance of trade of wher eggs there was a rather large shortage of official clutches that did not come at a hefty price and Bali was by no means rich on marks. The few clutches she was allowed to choose from came from an older gold and most of the eggs were duds. Bali having the misfortune of picking some and with the passing of the gold it would be sometime until a younger one rose and she would be allowed to pick again. Bali had never been extremely lucky, preferring to rely on hard work.
What she was good at though was counting cards.
So when news reached her ears that there had been some ill-doings at High Reaches Weyr and there might be a possible position opening up for a Watchwher there Bali leaped at the possibility. Going to the Whermaster of the Hold she pleaded that he recommend her to the position, but was denied. After much negotiation and maybe a bit of wine and eyelash batting the Whermaster relented stating that if she was to get a wher egg then he would do so.
So Bali gathered together what marks she had saved over the years and made her way to where a number of the less reputable traders liked to gamble and waited. Sure enough after sometime she spotted a local who'd been known to peddle the occasional wher egg and joined his game. Many a round later the trader found himself being called on to hand over more marks to Bali then he had on him. The man having had a rather bad streak of luck that night and been forced to divy up his marks to those more likely to break his legs then Bali herself. So when he came up empty handed and men where beginning to crowd around demanding he pay the nice lady what he owed her she gave him an ultimatum. She'd wave having the marks in her pockets now if he gave her the pick of his wares the next day.
A candlemark past noon Bali showed up at the Whermasters doorstep with a bright red wher egg snug and warm in a fur bag held close to her heart and her stuff packed and ready to go.
Appearance: Bali stands at a rather average 5'3 with a compact and petite build. She's built more for taking a hit and bouncing back then really giving them out, but her smaller size gives her plenty of opportunity to fight dirty. Years of working as a wherhandler apprentice has turned her once healthy tanned skin pale and developed her muscles a good deal more. She has short shoulder length copper orange hair that is usually straight with only a little wave, but tends to frizz out like crazy in balmy wet weather. Her eyes are a bright cat green and frame a pretty enough face with high cheekbones that always seems to wear a look that is pure 'business.' She has a scar on her right hand from when she blooded Balisk.
Personality:
Flaws
Judgmental: Growing up in an inn Bali is used to learning to spot trouble a mile away and her tolerance for it grew even shorter as she began training as a wherhandler. If you look like trouble, talk like trouble, walk like trouble, you're probably trouble. Quick to form views, opinions, and easy to judge Bali is good at forming a profile of a person and is slow to admit that people change. You have to prove to her you're different before she'll grudgingly admit she might have misjudged you.
Controlling: Time charts must be obeyed, scheduling must be matched, and everything needs to be in it's place. If one foot is out of line it drives Bali up a wall. She refuses to drink anywhere, but in the privacy of her own quarters for fear of not being in control of the situation. She may not be able to control the effects of alcohol, but she can choose the time and place in which she partakes of it. She is the type of person who hates surprises and if she can't make it not a surprise then she'll at least put in counter measures encase the worst happens. Though a good leader with her constant monitoring and planning she has a horrible tendency to micro manage.
Strengths
Honorable: Bali follows a very strict moral code. She will see justice done whether she likes it or not and will go above and beyond the call of duty to see to it that her charge is safe. This honorableness on the other hand does not transfer over to brawling and fighting. Being on the smaller scale height and size wise she'll use every trick in the book to ensure she wins.
Sensitive: A softie at heart though you wouldn't guess it with the rather grim and stoic facade Bali often wears. This handler is extremely affectionate nay even empathetic when it comes to whers and people though she's been forced to harden her heart over the years. Though strict when it comes to Balisk there can be no doubt that Bali loves her wher even if only Balisk understands the ways she expresses it. Often afraid to let her soft heart show Bali tends to bluster and puff herself up should she be caught out right. Though if you happen to win her heart you'll find she's hardly the systematical ice Queen she prefers to cast herself as.
Dragon/Wher Name: Balisk
Dragon/Wher Image: 
Dragon/Wher Personality:
For being such an extremely massive wher Balisk is an oddly gentle soul with a distinct urge to please. At least when it comes to Bali and those close to him. He like any bronze is extremely territorial, especially of his handler. Though he will put up with other whers and humans after much coaxing from Bali and being introduced or blooded to them.
On the other hand he is an extremely handsome wher as well as an unusually large one and he knows it. Proud and vain Balisk knows he's a born king and doesn't let little things like the fact he can barely match the speed of an injured runner or make a sharp turn to save his life deter him. After all he doesn't crash into things, he crashes THROUGH them. Though not exactly high in the dexterous department Balisk makes and extremely impressive Whatwher. When he growls you move, there are few sights more terrifying then this pissed off wher. A verifiable tank of muscle, hide, and teeth he's about average in cleverness, but he's unswervingly loyal to Bali and does his best to try and please her. Balisk leaves most of the quick thinking and social situations to his handler and is perfectly content to lay stretched out beneath her like a large impressive shining couch.
Why this rider/handler?
Bali won/chose his egg and fed/blooded him upon hatching. Her smaller size and strong morals help keep her from misusing her powerhouse companion and held unhook and tangle him when he gets himself caught or falls. She's also very good at dodging him when he goes array and trips.
Anything else:
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Posted: Mon Jan 30, 2012 1:05 pm
Balisk's Current stats/size/ect:
STR: 16 CON: 16 DEX: 3 INT: 10 WIS: 9 CHA: 9 Balisk is estimated to be around 16 1/2 hands tall at the shoulder at full growth and 14 feet long. Currently: Hatchling/Egg --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Bali and Balisk's RolePlaysIn chronological order from oldest at the bottom and newest at the top Wetting Our FeetThe Weyr's Whers [Hatching]
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Posted: Mon Jan 30, 2012 8:31 pm
[Entry 1]
Dear Mother
I'm sorry for my quick goodbye to you before I left for High Reaches Weyr. I was so excited to get my egg and be on my way to a new place that I didn't spend as much time saying my goodbyes as I would have liked. I also neglected to show you the egg I was able to acquire.
Below you will find a rough sketch I did of it and have included in this letter. It's a very very large eggs. The Whermaster even joked that had he not known any better he'd have thought I'd managed to get my hands on a small dragon egg. Of course the theft of dragon eggs is never a laughing matter and after a short grin he gave his approval of the egg and I and handed me my recommendation to High Reaches Weyr.
My egg is a bright rich red color that almost borders on having an orange tint like the sun when it sets after a heavy storm. On it's shell looping completely around is a bronze gold marking like someone had taken a paintbrush and with careful strokes marked a crown around it. A quick careful rub of the thumb though revealed that the marking is indeed set into the shell and not painted on.
Of course who in their right sharding mind would paint wher eggs? What an odd concept. Sides children might think they're some sort of pretties and find themselves with a hungry and scared hatchling wher in their laps should they drag the egg home.
Not that anyone will be dragging my egg anywhere. I had the large thing carefully wrapped in a fur satchel and kept it warm against my heart when I traveled to High Reaches Weyr until I could settle it by a heart.
For now, unsure of my presence the Weyr has me and my egg in temporary quarters until it hatches and we can find proper weyr accommodations. Luckily the room we currently have in use is quite dark and I doubt there will be much trouble.
There is another Weyrhandler new here too with his own egg. His name is Varro and yes mother he is quite good looking. I only answer that because I know you will fuss and get onto me if I don't send word on him.
I still though am not sure about his personality, but he seems nice enough. We both seem to have the same idea that hatching a Wher at the place it's going to guard makes the hatchlings more willing to protect it when it grows older.
I plan to if I'm lucky enough have my egg hatch along side his so our whers will be well associated with each other from early on. I'm hoping this well better deter fighting.
Until my next letter be well and try not to worry.
Love
Bali
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Posted: Mon Jan 30, 2012 8:54 pm
[Entry 2]
Dear Mother
I am not sure how much you would enjoy High Reaches Weyr. The climate here is much chillier during the summer and winter then it is in Nabol. Though the sea breeze and climate helps somewhat in keeping the worst of the weather away from the Weyr I am told it can get extremely freezing during the winter. I've been warned to go ahead and stock up on heavy winter clothing and boots and will likely have to teach both my wher and myself how to deal with snow and ice when it comes.
The Weyr though is quite beautiful. It's surrounded by five spires, there used to be seven, but two of them got knocked down during a Queen flight when two bronzes went at it. I guess even dragons are prone to a good brawl every so often. Specially when it comes to pretty ladies, a source of most male fighting it seems.
No mother before you even ask I have not spent much more time with Varro yet. We're both trying to sort through our things and tend to our eggs. Luckily there are a couple of ground level weyrs that will make nice dens for our hatchlings when they come into this world. Luckily there's a large enough bend in them to help keep direct light out during the day though we're still going to have to put up curtains to fully darken the places, but that shouldn't pose too much a problem. I've already begun to move into mine and have the hearth all stoked and ready and my egg resting snug in it's furs by the fire.
It's shell is getting quite hard now and I have no doubt that it will hatch soon in the coming weeks. I've begin keeping small cut up pieces of meat on hand in my room at all times. I'd keep blood portage, but it's much smellier and tends to spoil quickly. I'll have to call for it after my egg hatches and simply take care not to let my wher choke.
I've made what color will come out of my egg a guessing game. From the looks of it I can expect a quite large wher. The store owner I got it from claimed he'd never had one it's size in his shop before and looked very sour that I'd chosen it over the others. Not like he had much say in the matter with the amount of marks he owed me. I could very well have bought an egg outright, but he's always had a fine selection. That and MY egg had caught my eye and I was loathe to leave it for some Lord Holder or spoiled brat to steal out from under my nose and train all wrong.
Bad things happen to badly trained whers mother. Very bad things. I won't be letting any of that happen to my wher though. I wonder what my wher will be like? Oh well. Not much I can do now, but watch and wait and keep in mind my years and years of lessons.
Hopefully though two handlers heads are better then one and between Varro and I we can keep things in hand and prove our worth to the Weyr.
Until next time Mother. Yes I promise next time I'll tell you what Varro looks like. Be safe.
Love
Bali
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Posted: Mon Jan 30, 2012 9:22 pm
[Entry 3]
Dear Mother
Do you remember how you were always complaining how many flits there were in Nabol? Well trust me the Hold has nothing on High Reaches Weyr. I've seen more flits darting about in one day here then I have in a week at home.
Some of the riders tell me that though a lot are owned a good deal of them are actually wild, attracted to the Weyr by the presence of dragons and other flits apparently. I don't mind them too much, but on a warm sunny day It's hard to find a ledge that is not covered with the little flitters. At least they make nice bright splashes of color about the rather drab country side. I think a good many of them might belong to some holders or other riders at Telgar Weyr and pop into gossip and visit.
I know you wouldn't think flits could gossip so much, but if you sit and listen to them chittering on it's hard not to call it gossiping. Why they can carry on entire arguments it seems between just two of them until a third pops down then a fourth then you got an entire symphony of chirps.
A group of them were at it near my weyr one morning and I finally got so fed up I threw my shoe at them. I know silly thing to do. Took me half a candlemark to find my darn boot and was hopping around on one foot looking. Luckily I live in one of the less populated area's of the Weyr and it was very early so I don't think anyone saw me.
Oh yes Varro. I promised I'd describe him to you. Varro is about 5 inches taller then me with big bones and heavier muscles, not weight lifter type muscles, but strong none the less. He's very broad in the shoulders with a barrel chest and a face like a wild canine. All narrow and sharp with glinting brown gold eyes that almost look feral at times. He has brown hair with little wisps of what look like early gray that he keeps tied back into a loose pony tail to keep it from his face.
He doesn't dress real fancy mother. He dresses in a lot of leather like any wherhandler of course and wears simple tunics. I think he's been blooded to a wher before. I saw him taking his gloves off one day to eat and saw a cut along his arm. Either that or he got into a very precise accident.
Like I said before he seems nice enough, but I'm not sold just yet. He's very quick to laugh and smile and I'm certain he's already got some of the drudges hanging on his every word. Varro also seems to be a workaholic like myself so at least we have that in common which is good. It means I won't have to worry about him shirking his shifts come time our whers hatch.
Anyway mother I know what a romantic you are, but there's nothing going on between us and there won't be for a good long while if ever. So leave the poor man be, it's strictly business.
No updates on my egg yet. Still hardening though it's got to be getting close now.
I hope the next press of cider turns out well. I'll have to see about maybe getting a barrel sent in when I have more marks. Good luck with the inn and I look forward to your next letter.
Missing you
Bali
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Posted: Mon Jan 30, 2012 9:36 pm
[Entry 4]
Dear Mother
Did you know when a Queen dragon is ready to rise she looks rather shiny? The senior queen of High Reaches Weyr is looking extremely shiny of late and there are rumors and whispers about that she's due to rise soon.
Oh you really should see the Bronze dragons and Browns posing and preening themselves mother before her. It's rather comical really and some I think even bring her shiny rocks and other trinkets. I think they hope maybe winning her favor now will help them catch her in the flight maybe when she rises. I'm not really sure how a dragon flight works though I'm told it's similar to wher's rising though it can apparently take much longer since dragons have more speed and stamina.
I've been warned by some of the women of the Weyr that unlike with wher's the Queens emotions from flight can blanket the entire Weyr causing interesting situations if one can't keep themselves in control. I've been forced to deal out a couple of rather nasty looks to a couple of riders and workers round the Weyr who asked if I'd like to watch the flight with them. I of course declined, no emotional backwash from a dragon is going to sway me into bed against my will thank you very much.
I ca assure you though mother that a Dragon Rider's life is not nearly as romantic as you seem to think it is. In fact life in the Weyr isn't too different then life at Nabol though some traditions and views are definitely altered.
Either way with the Queen shining and possibly rising soon it means there will be dragon eggs on the sands and with dragon eggs comes candidates and with candidates comes hatchings. I'm told hatchings can happen at any time of day or night. I'm hoping after my wher hatches that it happens at night so that perhaps I can attend with my wher in tow and get them better used to Wyer life and the events that comes with it.
Also I'm rather excited over the idea of seeing my first dragon hatching though of course my wher comes first. If the dragons start humming during the day, like I'm told they do before a hatching, then there is no way I would leave my wher. Specially not with it likely being still very young at the time.
I hope the Queen's flight this time isn't as violent. I don't think High Reaches can afford to lose anymore spires or dragons for that matter. They claim the lake the bronze fell in is haunted by his spirit, but only little children and dimglows actually believe it.
Anyway mother be safe and I'm glad to hear the cider is turning out so well.
Love
Bali
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Posted: Mon Jan 30, 2012 9:53 pm
[Entry 5]
Dear Mother
There is nothing more annoying then constantly having to state what it is you do to people who have little concept of how Wherhandlers work. I know Varro and myself are the first Wherhandlers to come to High Reaches Wery in a very very very very long time, but honestly you think some of the drudges would think before they open their mouths!
I mean even if they cannot understand whers then they should at least know about Dragons. After all a dragon cannot hurt humans. They're physically incapable of harming us at all even if they or their riders are threatened with death. I would have pointed out that yes the watch dragons are doing a perfectly good job and the fact their own Weyrleader had been poisoned must just be a fluke. There was sarcasm in that last sentence mother. Yet even I'm not going to slander a dead mans name, the Weyr seems to have deeply loved him and I'll not speak of him even to defend my post.
Instead I explained as patiently as I could the merit of having a Watchwher to guard the Weyr at night and alert of threats or attacks and help track down lost children and other things. Why they can even be used to inspect caravans for hidden spies among the goods. We live in uncertain times after all.
Still it's a rather trying and thankless job. I expect Varro dislikes their attitudes towards viewing Wherhandling as a 'leisure' activity even less not to mention their disrespect. He's from Ghenza I'm told. They have a lot of Wherhandlers their and it's quite a well respected craft.
Anyway my egg is due to crack any hour now mother. it's nice and hard and warm and ready and I can just feel it in my bones. Varro's is likely due any moment now as well so I'll wrap this letter up quickly and tell you all about my wonderful wher when it hatches.
May the wind lift up your wings
Love
Bali
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Posted: Wed Feb 01, 2012 11:35 am
[Entry 6]
Dear Mother
My Wher finally hatched! Yes this egg was a good one. I had a feeling it was, but you can never really tell with wher eggs a lot of the time. After all a big egg doesn’t exactly count that the egg isn’t a dud since a lot of times abnormally large or small eggs can be the marks of duds. That the first queen though that wasn’t the case.
The Crown egg as Varro and I have taken to calling Mine hatched, well more like exploded to reveal a massive bronze hatchling. A BRONZE mother! A Bronze! Not a green, not a blue! Ha! Shows those boys back at Nabol who thought I’d only get a green and oh is he the most handsome thing! He’s a deep rich bronze with a subtle pattern of shades followed by a lighter brighter almost gold bronze markings on his eyes and front legs as well as the very tips of his head knobs and down his spine. His name is Balisk and he’s such a handsome thing, his hide thick and healthy.
He’s also unusually large, even for a bronze hatchling and already built like a tank. He’s practically all heavy muscle and thick strong bones, he’ll be a real looker when he reaches his full size. I wouldn’t want to be a thief or an attacker with him around the Weyr that’s for sure. I’ve decided that I’ll be training him as a Watchwher, though with a little bit of practice I think he’d make a good Search and Rescue Wher as well since he’d be able to move heavy rocks and other dangerous hazards. Varro’s Earth egg also hatched the loveliest brown wher. He’s a much slimmer and smaller then Balisk, but such a lovely thing. I think the two of them will get along well. His name is Varrosk.
Anyway mother I’m jotting this letter down before I go to bed. Balisk has after stuffing his creeling maw full fallen asleep and is curled up in my bed with me snuggling up against my side even as I jot this down.
He’s such a lovely Wher.
My Wher.
My Big Bronze King.
It’s been a very good day
Love Bali
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Posted: Wed Feb 01, 2012 11:41 am
[Entry 7]
Dear Mother
I apologize for any trouble I might have been as a young child. Having Balisk about even in these first few days is a constant series of trials and joys. After all looking after a heavy hided, massive, clawed baby isn’t easy, but it is extremely rewarding. He’s still a bottomless pit of stomach, but today I’m starting to learn more about his personality.
For such a large wher he’s an unusually gentle one. Well at least he tries to be. He holds himself like a king, but he tends to trip, stumble, fall and crash a lot and the poor thing couldn’t make a sharp turn to save his life. On the other hand he is large and very healthy as well as tough. He’s failed to brake about three times now just in following me about the weyr and run into the walls. You can imagine my fear and panic when this happened, but it turns out there wasn’t so much as a scratch on him. If anything the poor dear was more upset and worried over why I was so scared them scared himself. After a bit of time calming us both down and some good eyeridge scratching everything was ok. Luckily he has a rather sweet temperament, at least when it comes to me and a want to please.
Balisk also seems to get along swimmingly with Varro’s brown Varrosk. The two have become good playmates and a bit of rivals. What with Varrosk being much smaller faster and stronger then Balisk, but Balisk being stronger, with more stamina and if nothing else just big enough that if he sits on Varrosk Varrosk stays sat on.
Anyway Balisk it turning out to be such a joy. I hope you can meet him one day soon. I’ve never been so happy before in my life Mother.
Love
Bali
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Posted: Wed Feb 01, 2012 11:44 am
[Entry 8]
Dear Mother
I’ve decided not to dissuade the wher’s chasing games in hope that having him chase nimble Varrosk will help improve Balisk’s own poor dexterity some. If nothing else Balisk certainly doesn’t lack determination. Though like any bronze he’s extremely territorial, especially of me. He’s very quick to snarl at Varro though I’ve managed to coax him out of it somewhat since he see’s Varro often. Despite getting along with Verrosk he’s quick to set boundaries. His side of the weyr is his side of the weyr. Varrosk is not allowed over there unless Balisk brings him over there. He’s the same way with his food and toys though at least he’ll put up with having Varrosk in the room.
Balisk only tried to get snippy about the food and toys once with me and then with Varro to help train him against such things and I set him right hard and fast. I gave him a strict reprimand, taking the toys and chewing bones away myself until he understood what he did wrong then next meal time when he didn’t make the same mistake I returned them.
I suppose even with such a sweet temper he is still a Bronze after all. So far He seems about average in intelligence for a Wher, but with a bit of patience and by being plain I can get him to understand what I want. I’ll begin bringing him out of the weyr the next couple of days as I patrol at night to begin easing him in to his surroundings and seeing more people. Not a lot mind, I’ll take him out late then work him towards a regular routine starting around dusk when he’s eyes are a bit better to get him used to seeing all the dragons and riders about.
That’s all for now. Next time Balisk wears himself out I’ll send you a sketch of him and maybe one of Varrosk too. Varro so far has been very helpful.
I miss you mother!
Love
Bali
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Posted: Wed Feb 01, 2012 11:46 am
[Entry 9]
Dear Mother
Balisk is really growing in leaps and bounds, same with Varrosk. Though Varrosk is a bit ahead in the language department then Balisk. Balisk has though begun to use a few words, ‘Mine’ and ‘His.’ He usually just prefers to use body language to get a point across or shoving his emotions into my head more then usual. He used the word ‘Mine’ for the first time the other day when I was setting him up in his little nest and switching the cold bricks out for warm ones and fluffing the straw so he could sleep nice and warm when he rubbed against my leg. He nearly knock me flat mind, but the wonderful creature hasn’t quite learned his strength yet, but he’s getting better. Then there rubbing and crooning up at me his faceting eyes whirling blue and green he spoke in my mind, actually spoke using words for the first time. I was so proud of him.
Of course I encourage him and scratched his eyeridges and broke out a new chewing bone I’d saved for him. He goes through leather teething straps and chewing bones like crazy. He simply has such a strong jaw that short of the really thick one he just snaps them and he quickly chews through the leather then if he see’s Varrosk playing with his leather cord tries to steal it and then drops it at my feet, usually with Varrosk still attached.
On the otherhand I’ve gotten him to at least begin letting Varrosk have his toys back and instilled in him that though it’s fine to play with them he has to be careful not to break them. That they’re not HIS toys, but Varrosk’s.
Still no sketch of Balisk yet Mother, but I Varro and I are working to get together and maybe have a bit of a longer playtime then usual tomorrow and hopefully the two hatchlings will nap and give us time to work and me time to draw.
Here’s hoping.
Love
Bali
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Posted: Wed Feb 01, 2012 11:51 am
[Entry 10]
Dear Mother
You wouldn’t think a wher could be so affectionate. I know I’ve seen how many other handlers and whers get along, but you don’t realize the extent of it until you see how a wher acts behind closed doors. Without the constant fear of outside threats attacking their territory or hurting their handlers they can be quite affectionate.
Balisk was rather tired today. It was cold and rainy outside and though we haven’t let them do more then just wander the weyr as of yet I think the biting chill as it crept in under the curtains was sapping his strength. That and he and Varrosk did play very very hard yesterday.
Feeling sorry for my growing King I decided to only do a bit of basic training, nothing that would take too much effort. Then once that was done I settled in the common area with Balisk draped over my lap as I worked on some leather paw pads.
Balisk tends to trip and fall so often that I’m worried that until he gets a little better on his feet that he might hurt himself or others with his claws so I’m working on a sort of leather wher mittens for him. Anyway it wasn’t long until I saw Varro. He really seems to dislike the cold, not that I can blame him and so far I spent a quiet night at work.
I did, with Balisk spending most of the night after lessons napping, get the chance to sketch him. I’ve included his picture in the letter and I hope it reaches you well. Next time I write I’ll send Varrosk’s picture, but I haven’t quite gotten anything more then the basic sketch finished since soon I found myself yawning as much as my crooning sleeping wher was and retired to sleep in hope Balisk and I would be out cold before those dratted chittering flits wake us up. I knew I shouldn’t have let them have the meat I’d stored for Balisk before he hatched when it was getting close to going bad. Now I have a swarm of them around me or my weyr at almost all times.
Lucky for them they’re such handy creatures. That and that Balisk has no interest in hurting them and even if he did that he’s too heavy set and slow to catch any, but the laziest flit.
Anyway mother I hope you enjoy the picture.
Love
Bali
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Posted: Wed Feb 01, 2012 12:41 pm
[Entry 11]
Dear Whermaster
I am pleased to report that the egg and I have arrived safely at High Reaches weyr. They have accommodated I and another young wherhandler by the name of Varro quite well and though still puzzled by our presence the people I have spoken with do not seem openly displeased with us residing here. I believe with time High Reaches Weyr Weyr may grow to accept and see the value of having wher's on hand.
I am also pleased to report that my egg has hatched. It revealed a very large very healthy bronze wher. In the past couple of days I've begun to do a basic evaluation of him and am gradually moving towards beginning basic training to help prevent any accidents that might happen when I begin to adjust him to the Weyr as a whole with patrolling.
My assessment of him so far is that he appears to be average in intelligence with a healthy want to please and is proud and territorial like any bronze. He has a bit of difficulty grasping problems on his own without my help, but seems to do just fine with a bit of simple instruction. Physically though he is extremely healthy. He has a very high stamina and seem capable of plodding right through just about anything. His strength is growing rapidly by the day and with his heavy muscular form I believe he will make an impressive Watchwher. He is very clumsy though and has great difficulty making sharp turns and possess little grace though with training and extra measures I predict that this fault can be lessened somewhat.
Overall I report a success and have a positive outlook on wher integration into the High Reaches Weyr. In time I plan to begin including some of the candidates, with permission from the Weyrwoman of the Weyr, into some basic search lessons to help this future generation of possible riders better get to know the whers. Also in hopes that those who fail to impress a dragon might become interested in handling and come to one of the two of us for basic lessons.
Until my next report. May your ears remain sharp and your eyes ever vigilant.
-Journeywoman Bali of Bronze Balisk
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