A/N Thank you for your reviews. I am very excited to finally write something and put it up! This chapter is kind of short, but I just wanted to get it out there! Thank you for reading!
Mr. Squiggly shuddered. That cold place, between was the most horrifying experience of his life! And he a pirate! Something so queer about that nothingness. Something so queer about the weyrfolk. Yes, they had been nice enough people but seeing all those large dragons had been quite unsettling. He had enjoyed the hot meal, though. The people of Telgar Weyr, was it, had been welcoming, more welcoming than most of other worlds would have been to him, a pirate.
S'fehlad, please be careful with that one, Munchimuncheth was unusually distressed by this Mr. Squiggly. No one else seemed to be so worried. The two Weyrleaders had welcomed him with open arms, accepting him as a candidate. He was a young man, only about 17 turns.
Don't worry, my green love. He is safe and trust-worthy. He told us his story.
Yes, Mr. Squiggly had told them his story. They had been regaled by it! S'fehlad was in awe, even more enamored when he heard accounts of pillaging from evil species throughout the galaxies. He knew that many of the things in his colorful past were not exactly honorable, but they seemed the necessity of being born into a position and making do with it because that was all that was known. It seemed that Mr. Squiggly had a good soul, if an enigmatic one. All was well though, because S'fehlad believed that Mr. Squiggly would not resort to his old ways once he lived outside of that necessity. On top of that, he had gotten out young and with the help of the dragon he would soon Impress, he would be softened. There was the matter of that silly name, though.
S'fehlad watched Mr. Squiggly eat his noonday meal. He seemed to scavenge and eye the pieces the others got as if he had half a mind to take it from them. Oh well, thought S'fehlad, a hold isn't carved in a day!