Sevan is weyrbred through and through. He was raised in the lower caverns of Any Weyr, where he did pretty much whatever he wanted - when chores and pesky nannies and fostermothers didn't get in the way. When he was young, his fostermother thought he might end up a harper, from the gusto he sang the teaching ballads outside of lessons. Of course, she had a tendency of seeing - or in this case, hearing - only what she wanted to. Several people had to point out to the poor woman that he was as tone-deaf as they come, even if he did love to sing, before she would. believe it. So there went her dream of her fosterling becoming an important harper. Unfortunately, though, he didn't seem to have an interest in any of the other crafts, either.
When he hit his teens, however, Sevan grew restless at Any, and begged his fostermother to let him go someplace else. By this time, she was busy with her own children, as well as a weyrmate, so she sent him to her sister at No Weyr. He's lived there the last few turns.
One day, while walking through the bowl, he was called aside by the Weyrwoman, Alina. She asked him to stand, and naturally, he accepted. Candidacy was pretty uneventful. There were troublemakers, such as Zaken, who took exception to almost everything, especially when it came from the mouth of Xyler. Anyway, time passed, and the hatching came. He took his place with the other candidates, suffered the heat, the dicomfort, the tense excitement. Then...

The noise on the hatching grounds suddenly becomes distant, a low rumble vaguely heard from far away.

Like the sky overhead pales before dawn, the colours of the hatching sands grow more gentle, washed out. Sounds diminish, and even the heat becomes remote. A mist seems to linger between you and reality, even time seems to disappear. Suddenly, in a rush of light, sound, and joy, insubstantial mist coalesces into solidity, not of form but of love. Versith's thoughts leap forward, swirling around you, filling your every thought with the experience. As slowly you return to reality, you know with certitude that you, S'van, will never be alone again.

And life would never be the same again.

Weyrlinghood was rather uneventful. Well, except for when, near the end, Versith decided to catch the Weyrlingmaster's green in his very first chase, something the woman in question was rather uncomfortable with and therefore avoided him as much as possible during the final months of his training. One day, however, S'van was sitting on the beach when G'lan, the Weyrleader, came up. He soon found himself with a brand new knot...and a Wingleader knot, at that. Now he's at the head of the newest No wing, Fog - and a little bewildered at it all, as well.