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Veng put himself to use, quietly, learning more medical information. Istvan was willing to teach he and Nisk both, though it was clear that so far, the younger Veng was still a little distractable. By the time the hatching at his chosen castle of Savannah happened, however, he was able to list names of muscles and bones, and knew how to look at a wound to determine its seriousness.
In good spirits, Veng and the others attended the greeting ceremony. No drak mother was going to allow any human - or often even her own mate - to view the actual hatching of her eggs! So the fully hatched and dried-off draklings walked out with their mother.
It was early in the morning, but Veng was used to being up by then. His mob-born instincts said to wake at almost any noise, and the noise had been an excited Knight spreading the word to the aspirants.
A forest drak ran up to her new bond, while everyone was still yawning. Both of them left the main landing flats. As another drakling already left it's mothers wings. This time, a Desert drak walked into the spotlight. Now that the first impression had taken place, the Aspirants were a bit more awake, the thrill of the hatching awakened them.
The Desert drak, unlike his sister, said to all the aspirants. "You all look like fine aspirantssh, but I only want you." Pointing with his tail towards Veng Pulyar. "My name is Giinaen."
Excited, and fully awake now, Veng didn't even much notice who paired next.
In the morning he and Giinaen began their training, with Maikus and his mud drak Modnaen. They would do well, for if there was one thing Veng could do, it was concentrate on his drak!
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Veng Pulyar, male, mob member, 13 years old. In his spare time, he likes to daydream. He is kind, serious, and sad. Going to Savannah.