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With the hustle and bustle of the recent activities that had seeming caught the Weyrs by storm, Jalarant felt like he'd hardly had a moment to himself in the past weeks. But, there it was: a fabled free period from work! He'd escaped to the lake with plans of fishing, but that hadn't panned out. It had been relaxing, however, and that had been quite nice.

He had decided to spend the rest of his free time walking, and was barefoot at the shallow edges of the lake when he spotted the Bronze. He paused in his travels, looking at the dragon with furrowed brows. He tried to know all of Trine's Bronzes, it was unseemly not to. But this one... Wasn't one of them. Or, at least not one that he knew. Perhaps he was from Malvern? Not Benden, certianly. After the.... incident before the Hatching, Benden should well know it was not welcome there!

"...Hello?" Jalarant finally called, raising a hand to the Dragon. It wasn't polite to not greet a great Bronze and his rider, expecially if the rider was around. The stocky man shifted, grimacing a bit as he stepped from the water and carefully made his way towards the Dragon. Ah, he hoped he wouldn't mind; Daroth wouldn't enjoy him being near for certain...

Counting on the fact that the Dragon hadn't eaten him at first sight to be a positive one, Jalarant continued to make his way towards them cautiously. The rider seemed polite, but one never knew, did they?

"My apologies for not knowing your name, Bronzerider," He said haltingly, his brows again furrowed as he concentrated on trying to make himself sound like less of a fool. "But I don't believe I've seen you or yours in our wings." He didn't want to sound rude, really. But... One had to be sure!

He finally stopped a respectful distance away, giving a nod to the great Bronze before giving his full attention to his rider. He was nervous, and was so visibly. Be positive, Jala! Perhaps he was one you didn't know! Somehow.

Southern, eh? That was... That was better. From what he understood, dragons could be moved from Weyr to Weyr if the situation depended on it. Perhaps Set'al's sister had Impressed a Green or a Queen or something and he had to be moved. Jalarant relaxed and rubbed the back of his head, giving the man a small smile.

"My apologies, Sir." He repated. "We haven't had the best luck with strange bronzeriders here at Trine." Would Set'al know about the trouble they'd had with Benden? How far had the rumors reached? "Do you need any help? I have time before I need to report for record searching."

The young man relaxed more, resting his fishing pole against one shoulder. He gave a shy smile of his own, disarmed by the polite rider. "Well... I'm Jalarant, just a candidate. Ummm..." He thought, rocking back on his heels. What to tell a new rider about the Weyr....?

"Well, the Weyrwoman and Weyrleader are both very fair. Trine is accepting of the Atypical, which you hopefully know..." Hrm... "Our last clutch was a large one, expecially with the Crimson's eggs added to that.... All of the dragons from that clutch are at the Between going stage.... " Ehn... What else?

"Sorry, I'm... Well, I don't get out much. And with the recent rash of Mystweed based excursions for everyone... Everything about the Weyr right nos is pretty busy and intense. We do a lot of sifting through the records and replanting here. Were you doing anything with Mystweed at southern?"

He couldn't help it; he was curious about the world outside of his hold and the Weyr. He didn't often get a chance to speak to riders from other Weyrs, being a measly candidate and all.

"I don't know. I think we've found a bit; I know we've found quite a few dead samples...." He sounded a bit dejected about that. "I think we've been doing better in the records department, though. We've a lot of candidates to work with. Hopefully things will get better, though. It's worth everything we do if it'll get Benden and those damned healers off our backs and away from our Weyr."

Trine was a good Weyr, and he had quite a bit of pride about it. He liked this rider already; hopefully he would do well here. They always needed more Bronzes, after all. Perhaps one of the Queens would rise soon. Another clutch would be nice.... "Trine is a good place." He said after a moment. "Everyone here is crazy, but...." He shrugged, turning a bit red at his choice of rather tactless words. "B-but, you know. We're fair to people. Even if everyone here is kind of rowdy. People might be a bit iffy at first, but if the Weyrwoman said it was okay fer you to be here,then it's okay. Really. People are just skittish after what happened to Alumanth and her rider."

"Manners are always good." Manners were something his age group seemed to have few of at this Weyr. "You should be fine. I mean, I think you're nice. And I... I'm kind of a jerk, I guess. I don't make many friends on account of the fact that I'm a witless oaf." Jalarant never had a good opinion on himself. He laughed a bit at himself, again rubbing the back of his head.

"So, either people get more sane, or I'll get less hidebound. That's reassuring, thank you." It was. Perhaps he'd change and get used to Weyrlife. That was... A nice thought. "I'm craftborn, so I guess I'm a bit more hidebound than all of these young weyrfolk."

Ah, and he was getting nervous again. Jalarant didn't do the best around people. It wasn't that he wanted to be an a**, or an oaf, or any of the other words he called himself. He just... Wasn't good with people. He got nervous easily, started to blather, and generally stuck his foot in his mouth.

Jalarant looked a bit embarrassed by any sort of nice things said about him. "Thanks," he said, giving a little lopsided smile. "I know I'm a bit of a negative guy, but... I don't mean to be? I'm just honest about myself."

A runner, huh? That made sense; the runner's he'd came across had all been cheerful people. Easy to get along with. "Me? Da was a miner, his Da before him. He wasn't too pleased when I was searched, I don't think. Didn't think it was good for the family."