Costanza was pacing the halls of the lower caverns, fretting. Eggs were on the sands now, it couldn't be too much longer before they would hatch. The Candidatemaster had told them they should seek out mentors, experienced riders to help guide them through weyrlinghood. The problem was, Costanza was still pretty new to Fort, and he had largely kept to interacting with just the other candidates. The few riders he had met were all incompetent in his mind, and the last thing he wanted was to get stuck with a rider who was barely qualified for their job.
"Oh, what am I going to do?!" He moaned as he walked down the hall for what seemed like the hundredth time. Babu was perched on his shoulder, not sure how to handle his human's anxieties. The flit had opted for gently nuzzling Costanza's cheek periodically, but it wasn't helping much.
"How in the world am I going to find someone who will mentor me? It's not like I'm just going to stumble over a mentor. I guess I could try sitting with random riders in the dining hall, but that seems like so much work! Can't they just assign someone to me? Make it easier for all of us? I swear, if I was in charge--"
The thought was cut off as he rounded the corner and crashed into someone. He fell backwards, landing on his rear. Babu let out a distressed squawk.
"Hey watch where you're going! I'm walking here!" He yelled at the other person.