Oh POOR ME (open)

[Franny]

(OOC: Open for all who have charries that feel they won't impress and are distressed, even with clutches... like poor Zaren)

Zaren stared unhappily at the wall. More clutches, joy. It just meant more chances for him not to impress. On that note, he started playing one of his favorite melodies, the one his master had made. It was the one without words that told the story of Pern; the sadnesses and the joys. He played the part in it where Moreta died, a sad and haunting E minor melody.

[Yamamoto]

Andol walked into the candidates barracks and he heard a really sad sounding tune and then he looked and saw the candidate who was playing it. He slowing walked up to him remembering his brothers words of encorugement that everyone at this wyer was very nice. At least expect for a few and his brother told him who those people were. He walked up to the boy and said " That is a rally sad song you are playing. My name is Andol. What is your name?"

[Franny]

"I am Zaren, the only candidate that did not impress at the last hatching because I am not good enough. It seems like a shall never impress." Zaren said mournfully, making the sound on his Gitar match the pitch of his voice.

[Yamamoto]

Andol nodded his head. He felt the same way that this candidate did. That he would never impress. He sighed and siad " I fell the same way. Though you should not look at like that. I am sure you will. You have a better chance than I do." Andol was not sure if that was the best way to try and cheer the other guy up. Yet he had to try somthing.