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T'nus was on his way out of his weyr (Azimuth was already down in the bowl sunning himself, so he was going down by the tunnels) when he nearly tripped over something left by their door. It was small package, wrapped in plain paper, with a name scrawled in tall black letters of charcoal. 'NAVI'. T'nus rolled his eyes and snorted. Using all the powers of deduction required of a weyrsecond (or maybe just a father) it took him all of about five seconds to figure out who it was from.

Tossing it gently onto their kitchen table, he shouted to his still-sleeping son. "Navi! Mail for you!" and left for work. Somehow he had a feeling his son wasn't going to figure it out so soon...

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Large grey eyes flittered open sleepily as a voice called to him. "Hmm? What did you say?" he asked T'nus, but his soft voice barely carried outside his room and unbeknownst to him, his father was already gone. He wrapped his blanket around himself as he emerged from the small side room into the main open area of the weyr, where the large cavernous ledge always brought with it a hefty draft. In the middle of their table was a package. It had his name on it, but didn't say who it was from. Navi raised an eyebrow. "Well that's suspicious..." he muttered, but still turned his head curiously. After a brief look around to confirm that the only person he could ask about it was indeed gone, he reached out and began to unwrap it.

"Wow!" Navi breathed as he unwrapped the wooden dragon from within the package. It was like the five little wooden toys his father had made for him when he was young, to learn the sizes and colors of dragons from. He'd lost most of them by now.. Or given them away to other, younger, children. But his favorite, the blue one, still sat on the stand by his bedside; a fond reminder of happy childhood memories.

But this one was far more intricate than those, standing on it's hind legs and clutching a heart out in front of it.. Almost like it was trying to speak to him. He sat back on one of their kitchen chairs, perplexed. What an odd thing to receive with no context whatsoever. Who could have sent it?

He wanted to ask someone about it.. And given that his mother and father were both out now, there was only one person that sprang to mind. Hopping up, he ran to quickly get changed before heading out across the Bowl towards the candidate barracks. Almost a candidate himself, and the son of the Candidate Master, he was often found following them around and helping out with chores or lessons, so it was easy enough for him to sneak in.

"Ionan! Hey, Ionan, are you here?" he called out.