Post by Memorie on Jan 27, 2006 19:43:42 GMT -5
Milaka walked into the Candidate Master's brandishing his green search token. He set it on the desk, and sat in the chair. He had told that he would be expected to tell the Candidate Master a bit more about him so that the Master would be able to help him with life before Impression at the Weyr.
"Hullo," Milaka said. "My name is Milaka, and I am sixteen turns old, just turned so this past spring. I'm from the Lateo Weyrhold."
Milaka had always been a rather direct young man, never interested in sugar coating his words. He had an easy laugh, light humor, and smartass personality. He could be rude, but he didn't mean to be with F'ren, the Lateo Candidate Master.
"Hullo," Milaka said. "My name is Milaka, and I am sixteen turns old, just turned so this past spring. I'm from the Lateo Weyrhold."
Milaka had always been a rather direct young man, never interested in sugar coating his words. He had an easy laugh, light humor, and smartass personality. He could be rude, but he didn't mean to be with F'ren, the Lateo Candidate Master.