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Heading out of the dining hall Roscoe was more then a little bit pleased to leave the din behind - ever since that eccentric old ancient crafter had gone missing and Yirath had laid such a startlingly large clutch the general chatter at meal times had reached a fever pitch. It seemed that everyone though mealtime were the perfect place to share theories on what might have happened to the man - and those theories seemed to range from him having fallen down an old mine shaft, to being kidnapped by one of the older Weyrs somehow. Roscoe didn't really mind the commotion, and had even shared a few thoughts of his own but after a while it started to give him a headache and he was grateful for the fresh air outside the hall.

Pausing slightly he took a deep breath and blew it out. Tensions were thick enough to cut in the Weyr lately and everyone was a strange mix of worried and angry over the loss of the ancientcrafter and his rumored secret formula and excited over the clearly brilliant clutch that the queen had laid. It was really a fairly confusing environment to be apart of.

Turning about when he heard the cough and by the look on his face expecting to find the candidate master or some other Weyr authority looking to take him to task for standing around he relaxed visibly when he saw it was just one of his fellow Candidates. "Oh its you, Falawny right?" He questioned recalling him from around the Weyr even if they hadn't taken the time to actually get to know one another.

In answer to the other boys question Roscoe nodded slightly. "There's only so much one can listen to at once..and really have you heard some of the theories? I heard one girl saying she thought the old man was eaten by a wild Wher...as if the dragons would have let such a beast roam around near by" Roscoe scoffed with a slight roll of his eyes. "And another saying tht we've got a clutch of mega dragons of a completely new color, better then the weak Atypical's and the normal dragons both..it's ridiculous"

"Roscoe" He provided as an introduction of sorts completely missing the way the others face took on a cautious look as he was still far to absorbed with the ludicrousness of the rumors he had heard regarding the clutch. "I suppose" He allowed as the other spoke of holdless wandering around outside the Weyr, one would think the Watchwhers would take care of such things but then again Watchwhers were rather stupid beasts and Roscoe presumed their handlers were little better. If they were any good they would have chosen to stand and been picked by a dragon.

"Though I don't know what such an old man would be doing wandering that far from the Weyr...more likely the old coot slipped down a hole somewhere and broke his hip" Not exactly the nicest thought to be thinking but logically it seemed to make the most sense to Roscoe. At least more sense then some of the more out there theories being tossed around. "Anyways, since we've been listening to all these rumors about the eggs I certainly can't wait to see them for myself, excited for the touching? It should be soon I imagine"

Roscoe personally doubted the man would ever actually be found - like as not at his age he was probably dead, people disappeared into the wilds all the time and got killed for a variety of reasons, an old man certainly wouldn't stand much of a chance. Of course he'd never really thought about the supposed secret formula and all of this mystweed stuff either - he'd always assumed that the Weyrleaders would take care of that problem, that was what they were there for right?

"I'm not sure" Roscoe answered after a few moments "But I mean it's just a weed right? Surely now that we've got the stuff growing well the farmcrafter's can figure out his he did it if the old man didn't share..." It made sense anyways, I mean how hard could it be to grow a weed? It certainly wasn't as hard as say fighting thread would be or taking care of a dragon. "No I"m sure they'll figure something out long before we have to resort to riding inferior dragons" He assured the other "And this clutch will be fine, the weed was supposed to make the dragons more fertile right? Well maybe it just made them bigger too"

Roscoe sensed the other was a bit doubtful of his comments but he shrugged it off, the problem with the weed in his opinion was just that it had been so scarce to start with, surely now that they had it growing in good amounts the farmers would be able to study it better and by looking at the ancient crafters set-up then surely they could puzzle out the rest. In any case it was surely a problem left in the hands of the crafters who were trained for such things.

"We'll know for sure soon enough anyways right?" He continued on and this hatching was certainly one he did not intend to miss. "I was born here, never really been anywhere else" He told the other "How about yourself?"

Roscoe raised his brows slightly at the others comments - not the gem miner bit , Roscoe had met many candidates from various former careers in his life, but at the 'almost didn't come' part - he'd met very few of said candidates who had not practically jumped at the chance to become a rider. It was... different. "Oh? Why did you decide to try? I assume you must have liked your craft if you thought about not coming" He asked mostly out of curiosity.

It was hard to think about growing up and not becoming a dragonrider - oh it was a possibility sure, even for him but Roscoe remained fairly certain that he would someday get his dragon..if not in this clutch then the next and so he hadn't made any plans beyond that really "Will you go back if you don't impress?"

So he was only here because his father had made him come - Roscoe wasn't entirely sure what he thought about that, on one hand he had to give it to the guys dad - clearly the old miner wherever he was knew a good thing when he saw it but on the other hand it was odd to think of someone being forced to do something by a parental unit. Perhaps that always happened at holds and if it did Roscoe found himself glad that he had never grown up in such an environment. He did have to wonder if Falawny would appreciate having a dragon if he ever did manage to impress. "So ...do you want to impress then?"

Shrugging slightly at the others question Roscoe thought for a few moments "I've never really thought about it to be honest - I'm young enough yet that even if this clutch doesn't have a dragon for me I still have a chance at others ..don't much see the point of thinking about that sort of thing until I know for sure I won't be a dragonrider" Which of course was highly improbably as far as he was concerned.

Well it was a sensible answer Roscoe supposed, though most of the candidates he knew would likely be absolutely crushed if they were not chosen - and he had to admit that he himself would likely be in that category as well. Still Falawny seemed to have a slightly healthier outlook on things and he had something he genuinely enjoyed doing to fall back on. Roscoe couldn't really think of anything he would be interested in doing if he didn't impress, he imagined he'd try to find something that would help the Weyr in some manner. Roscoe simply couldn't imagine leaving the Weyr.

"I don't really think theres much of a chance to tell it no anyways" Roscoe told him with a slight laugh "If they choose you then your chosen, like it or not" Glancing at the sky to gauge the time he pursed his lips slightly, he had stood out here chatting a bit longer then he intended. "But at least you seem to have a healthy outlook on things, lots of candidates I know leave the sands in tears over and over again. Anyways it's getting late and I best be on my way. Take care of yourself" He bid the other boy good night before heading off down the pathway.