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Baby whers it turned out when they weren't eating, chewing, and running around like the little forces of nature they were slept a lot. This of course was a rather welcome relief to Serom who'd spent the past couple of days tending to his all too high maintence little green. Sesk was certainly a pretty wher and she sharding knew it, making a point to only demand the best of everything. Something a bottom of the rung handler couldn't exactly always get specially when his wher in question was a small slim little green.

This of course often left Serom to spend what little free time he had wandering and exploring the Weyr turned Wherhold. Mostly he was looking to scavenge from the unraided empty rooms, but the Weyr also held a rather twisted sense of curiosity for him. He'd never been around dragons or even close to a Weyr other then the ones he'd seen in the distant on gather days. It was rather interesting to look through the now hollowed haunted halls and guess what life must have been like.

It was his roaming through one of these abandoned halls that brought him to a wrong turn and right into the weyr of E'lov and Magith. Pausing the man blinked at the small dragon and boy feeling as if he'd just stepped through time and into the Weyr's past. Hadn't all the dragons and riders fled? Perhaps this had been one of the younger ones that had been captured? No. . .not that couldn't be correct he was being locked up or watched. A traitor then perhaps.

Unsure what to do Serom let out a soft cough to alert the boy of his presence before presenting him with an easy if not rather darkly charming smile. "While I knew there were some riders in the handlers ranks I didn't think I'd find a young-un hiding in the likes of back here." The older man greeted giving a nod to the dragon as well his amber gold eyes glittering with curiosity. He'd never been this close to one of the old great protectors of Pern. Still weren't blue's supposed to be a touch. . .well bigger? Then again he hardly knew enough to judge size.

"Eh if we all stuck to the same paths in life there wouldd be no diversity in this world." The older man replied waving off the boys rather awkward admittance to supporting the wherhandlers. Nothing wrong after all in being different. At least not in his eyes anyway.

Nodding to the boy and the now noticed hovering black flit he grinned. The boy seemed all well and fine, but he didn't particularly like the way the dragon was eyeing him. "Ah no worries I'm the one being rude accidentally wandering into anothers living space." Serom apologized taking the boys hand, his grip was firm and hand calloused from years of hard work, but still unusually lithe for a man of his age. "The name is Serom by the way, Handler of green Sesk. Well met E'lov and~" The man trailed off turning to nod to the little wee blue. "Magith. I'll admit I was surprised to see such a young dragon around here. Did you get a lift with the fleeing handlers here or were you a native of Malvren before the wars?" He questioned his tone friendly and deceptively charmingly warm. While the man himself was in his early fourties by the looks of it he held himself well, a sense of inner confidence and entitlement seeming to radiate from him despite his richly tanned and worn skin mottled with scars hinting at a far from privileged life.

"Honestly, and no disrespect ta your dragon there, I heard most of the handlers were killin hatchling dragons on sight no matter who's side they're on. Perhaps that was just a rumor though." Serom shrugged though his face did hint at a bit of worry for the young lad and his life-mate. The boy couldn't be over 17 turns old at most and from the state of his living area he wasn't exactly being looked after.

"Eh I've been a handler long enough." Serom waved the question off with a smile listening to the boy intently. "So you're a lad from Trine huh? I didn't think yea could have been from Malvren. I hear they haven't had another clutch in a while." The older man pointed out giving a nod to Magith.

"Well I hope you're settling in all right despite those of us who like to wander a bit. I did hear there were a few other riders who came over to the Handler's side, but I haven't had the pleasure of running in to any of them. I suspect they're probably being used to help transport the higher ups from place ta place what with whers not usually liking to go between and certainly not with a rider. No telling where'd you'd end up doing that I suspect." Serom added as an after thought. In truth though he'd heard of a wher going between he'd never seen one do it, heck the most he'd seen was one occasionally hover in the heavier evening air and even then not for long.

At E'lov mentioning not many came up this way Serom frowned. It was a deep frown tinted with a bit of sorrow of a man seeing something wrong in the world he wasn't sure how to right. "That's quite a pity lad. Boy like you shouldn't be cooped up here. You should be out chasing some pretty ladies or as much as having a young dragon will let yea get away with." Serom replied and smiled his eyes distant with fond memories.

"I was quite a skirt chaser myself at your age until I had me little girl." He murmured low letting the warm memories fill him for a moment before turning and chuckling at E'lov's question.

"Whers and their handlers sleep where ever they want. Of course the higher ranking handlers have taken the nicer rooms, but because whers never get so big they can't walk down the halls and steps like a normal human can do we can pick and choose whatever room we like. They're not like dragons in that they get too big to fit in such places before they can fly and need to have a ground level room." Serom carefully explained watching as Magith lifted his head to eye his rider from the corner of his eyes. Hmm what got the blue so interested? The handler wondered, but left the question be.

"There was indeed a new clutch. I was there for it and they were kind enough to gift me an egg which is now the little vain green fast asleep in my quarters." He added with a grin and a shake of his head muttering. "Damn high maintenance little critter." Under his breath hoping that Sesk would sleep a while longer soundly and leave him in peace a few moments more.

Serom watched as the boy conversed with his dragon and for a moment felt a twinge of pain that he lacked such a close bond with his own wher. What must it be like to have someone so close to you that they could know your very soul. In the back of his mind though he felt Sesk stirr, the vain little beast rumbling and filling his mind with her displeasure as she sought her handler out to be appropriately admire.

"That and greens are rather small~" The man continued letting out a low soft chuckle as the boy asked if he could meet his wher. "Indeed in fact she appears to be looking for me now~" He added with a smile and a wink.

"Just be sure to be very complimentary, and if your not complimentary make sure to mix it with things that sound complimentary. I promise she can't tell the diff~ And there she is. Sleep well Sesk?" Serom asked as the little green wher trotting in whirring and rumbling in a scolding manner at her handler.

E'lov had likely since his defection seen quite an array of whers none though could surely match the beauty of Sesk though. The little green's hide shone and shimmered like the sheen of the richest emerald, the smile creature light on her paws padding up to her handler like a dancer on her pads.

Mine The little wher hissed posing and preening even as she took a demanding swipe at Serom's thick boots. The man reaching a rough hand down to pat the little green's head. "You're very pretty you vain beauty of a wherry." He rumbled somewhat good naturedly giving a nod to E'lov and Magith.

"Sesk this is E'lov and his partner Magith, do try and be nice." Serom added the little green wher seeming to take notice of the other occupants at the man's words and turned prancing her way up to E'lov to circle him preening and posing for attention occasionally whirring.