Weyrlings and Dragonets

[Spirithawk]

Dragonets and Weyrling Riders

[Kino]

Name: K'ris

Age: Nineteen turns

Gender: Male

Rank: Weyrling

Dragon: Hawk's Eye Queroth

Dragon's Appearance: The dragonet was a deep blue black color with streaks of lighter and darker blues, many of the lighter streaks being mostly a steel blue color. There was a stripe all along his back, much like a dorsal stripe, that was a pale sky blue color; the ridges along his neck and back were the same. The color, stripe and ridges included, ran from the tip of his nose to the tip of his tail.

Dragon's Personality: Queroth always has an air of innocence about his personality. He doesn't really have much of a sense of humor, being a dragon, but being bonded with K'ris helps him develope one to a certain extent. He has a habit of stating things that may not seem as obvious to his bonded, and he will often make comments on what the boy is planning or thinking. Queroth also has a tendency to be very blatant, to be ‘brutally honest’.

Appearance: Reaching a lightly meager height of five feet, his frame was rather scrawny, though not horribly so as he still had a decent amount of build. His skin is a light golden tan color, contrasting nicely enough against his hair, shortly and scruffily cut in a golden blond color. His eyes are an ice blue, and many times will reveal what he’s thinking more so than his speech will. Across his cheek is a x shaped scar, seeming deeper along the lines closer towards his eye, and lesser as they moved downward.

The colors he wears designate him to no set craft. This is partly because the family he came from didn’t have a craft with a color, and partly due to the lifestyle he now takes up. The boy wears a long sleeved shirt of a white cloth material, though all that is seen of this are the sleeves and part of the neckline. Over this, Khris wears a sleeveless tunic of sorts in a dark blue color. This shirt hangs down to the beltline of his pants, where a cloth-made belt in a dark grayed out blue color keeps it taught around the midriff.

The stitching of his shirt is done in white, looking almost like a sort of pattern against the blue; and the stitching holding the cloth belt mirrored the blue of the shirt. Khris’ pants are made of a sturdy cloth material, and are dyed a charcoal color that wavers between dark grey and black. The stitching here was done in the same grayed-out blue as his belt, tying all the pieces of clothing in rather nicely together. He wears simple enough shoes of dark brown leather with a sturdy sole made out of compressed and pounded hide.

He has a necklace, too, that he made from charms given to him by the man who used to help on his mother's farm. It's a simple hide cord with two large wild-feline claws strung on it. Between the two claws is a small silver charm; it's a runner rearing up onto it's hind legs. The charm is hand carved, with enough detail put into it that one could even see the detail on the mane. The runner charm used to be his mothers, and the two claws are from the feline that killed her. Before K'ris had been sent off from his Hold of origins the men in the town had hunted down the feline that had attacked them, and the man that had helped on their farm gave the two claws to him along with the one from his mother.

Personality: The air about Khris is one of playful sarcasm for the vast majority of the time. The boy is full of witty comments, even when speaking to those who aren’t exactly friendly to him. Ironically enough, most of these such comments come into being when he’s having a confrontation of sorts with someone against him. The reasoning behind this could simply enough be attributed to a ‘laugh in the face of danger’ sort of attitude.

He could easily be called clumsy many times over, but at certain points he does have his moments where he can be rather agile and – rarely – almost graceful in a scruffy sort of way. The boy is very friendly to those he meets, and incredibly loyal to those who end up being close friends. However, he does have his flaws, one of the more amusing being that when anything comes up with a girl that seems to be going over the border of friendship, he has the tendency to blush very easily, even if he has no romantic interest in the girl in question.

Biography: Khris was born into a family with an angry Father and an incredibly kind Mother. The three of them lived on a general farm, growing plant produce and raising a small group of herd beasts that was generally kept down to five animals. When Khris was only around the age of three, his Father left without much of an explanation at all; because of this, the boy never did get too attached to the man. Even before he was able to do much to help around the farm, Khris had taken up following his Mother during the chores of the day. And though they didn’t have much to pay, a man from the nearby Hold had started to come by the farm during the day and help out as well after Khris’ Father had taken off.

When Khris was five, the day did not play out as pleasantly as it should have. It was just a week past the time when the younger herd beasts had been sold off, leaving the family of two with their normal herd of five; and Khris and his Mother were bringing the group of them back into the barn for the night. His Mother was walking in front of the animals, shaking a bucket of grain to incite them to follow, and Khris was trailing behind the herd, ready to call out to his Mother if any of the animals strayed off. By now the man that normally helped them had returned to his home, and wouldn’t be back until the morning to come.

In the grasses, unbeknownst to the family and herd, one of the large cats that had been stalking the lands of Pern since the first settlers came was watching the group. Considering his position and size, the predator had quickly marked his sites on the boy trailing behind, and before even the herd beasts realized they were being watched the creature had Khris pinned to the ground. Alarmed by the animal’s running and her child’s screaming, Khris’ Mother had quickly come into action, running back and bringing the bucket down onto the creature’s head. The blow stunned the cat, and she took the opportunity to try and pull its form off of her son, gaining the attention of the animal as she did so.

The creature turned on her, leaving Khris to watch helplessly as it easily took her down as it would any other object of prey. No longer having a reason to attack the boy again, the large cat simply dragged his Mother away with him, leaving Khris alone and petrified from what he’d just witnessed. When his Mother had initially pulled the creature off of him, the retractable claws that had been pressing into the skin at the top of his cheek had been pulled up and back as they returned back into the paw, leaving an x shaped wound that would one day become a memorable scar.

In the morning after, when the man arrived to help with the farm work once more, he found at the front door only an injured boy in tattered cloths with a story almost beyond belief. With nobody left to care for him, and no Fosterling home in the Hold nearby, something else would need to be done. In the end, being old enough to at least hold his own with a variety of tasks, a strange solution and way of life were formed.

Khris would move from home to home and Hold to Hold, moving in with whoever would need an extra hand, and remaining there for however long they needed him before moving on. In this way, Khris very rarely – if at all – fell into the walls of a home that treated him as part of the family. Many were nice, of course; but the vast majority of the people he lived and worked with treated him simply as a hired hand.

Eventually the time came that Khris was in the right hold at the right time, and a searchrider from a nearby Weyr - Dark Moon - came while he was there. It searched him out incredibly quickly, and he was taken as a candidate to Dark Moon Weyr. He arrived during a bit of chaos with an injured dragon, and through offering help with the ordeal he made a discovery. Throughout his life up until that point he'd sometimes hear voices speaking in his head. Khris would often assume that he was simply losing his mind, and so he'd never mentioned it to anyone else. At Dark Moon, though, he discovered that he wasn't going crazy at all - Khris was a H.A.D.

He went through his candidacy and began making friends, and when the time of the hatching came he did manage to impress. It was a hurricane of a hatching - quite literally! The storm that raged outside while the eggs were hatching caused flooding to go into the sands. Khris, together with a boy named Tikal, managed to protect two eggs in particular from the water. As the water started to rise to waist level, and all the other dragonets had hatched, only then did those two eggs begin to crack. A larger one couldn't seem to open, but when Khris heard a cry for help from inside the egg he took action and worked to help the dragonet inside pry it open.

He had quite the scare at first when a dead and deformed dragonet tumbled out, but not a moment after a smaller, stuck, dragonet called for help again. He helped the small Hawk's Eye dragon out of the shell and carried the little one named Queroth through the floodwaters. The newly named K'ris managed to get he and his new dragon companion to safety, and it was off to the hatching feast.

And so we go.

Pets/Companions: Twil, a blue firelizard.

(This description is mostly written by Kat, I just tweaked it a little to be more description and lest post)

The blue was so dark that it was almost black. However, when it moved one could see the hide merely changed from blue to black depending on angles, but it was certainly a blue. He was rather like sapphire that when turned had black that could be seen within it. The lovely little flitt had, however, the whitest claws and little teeth that one may have ever seen in contrast to his dark, dark hide, and his belly was speckled with the same contrasting white in little dots that looked almost like a pattern of stars. When his wings were lifted one could that they were the same startling white all underneath, and the contrast was absolutely stunning!

[Sparrow]

Name: Marletta

Age: 16

Gender: Female

Rank: Weyrling

Dragon Appearance: A rainforest has a multitude of shades of green, combining to make a beautiful scene. Like a rainforest, this green seemed to have different shaded colorations when she moved. The uppermost part was comprised of the lightest green, a paler sort of emerald-green which was like a stripe from the tip of her nose to the end of her pretty tail. Then, it seemed to meld into a darker-emerald, then to a dark forest green. Finally, the underside of her muzzle, neck, belly and tail were a green-black in coloration, giving her the appearance of colors melding smoothly from one to the next. Her four paws were also green-black, as if she's walked through the color, almost, which speckled up her legs a little. Her build was graceful, though more built than her mint clutchmate, with a long tail that seemed to wave of its own volition, and a lovely head set atop a graceful looking neck. ((Thanks Hawk))

Dragon Personality: She would be very feminine and careful about her figure and her hide. She would never overeat and would beg her chosen to care for her hide. She was not haughty or overly vain but she did care about her health, and if her hide didn't gleam it was not healthy. She also nagged after her Chosen, worrying about the girl's health as much as she worried about her own.

Appearance: Marletta has wavy brown hair that comes down to the middle of her back. Her tresses have a reddish
shine when in the light. She almost never pulls her hair back unless necessary. Her eyes are hazel, with a light brown halo around her pupil but it fades out to a green. Marletta is an average height of about 5’ 6” and would not have it any other way. What she wishes she could change though is her weight. She is a little plumper than she would like to be but she enjoyed the fine meals that were cooked for her family too much (not to mention she does not do too much work herself). Marletta’s hands are smooth, not used to hard work. She often has a soft smile upon her face. Her nose is a bit crooked, a family trait that her two oldest brothers and her father share. Her skin is very light but given a chance in the sun, her skin would turn a nice warm tan. She tries her hardest to be graceful but she is in fact quite clumsy. Even the simplest thing as walking in a straight line is often messed up much to her embarrassment.

Personality: As the oldest child (and only daughter) in her family she is definitely spoiled. She gets every little thing she wants from her father. Marletta, however, also gets quite jealous when her younger brothers get more attention than she does. She does not have very many friends in Ruatha Hold. Marletta does not really mind being by herself, though. However, there are times when she wished she could have someone to talk to besides her younger brothers. When given a task she will try to figure out the easiest/fastest way to finish. She does the bare minimum, no extras(unless it pertains to her appearance). Marletta is a girl who will spend hours in front of a mirror so she will look just right. She is not the quietest person but she will clam up when around unfamiliar boys, lest she embarrass herself.
Things around her also easily distract her. If something newer and more exciting comes along, she will drop whatever she is doing and try that. She gets bored of daily routine incredibly easily, she likes flexibility in her life. With this comes her unwillingness to follow orders, she does not like to be controlled. Marletta is usually seen as a cheerful person and she is very optimistic. She is works incredibly hard to be well liked too.

History: Marletta is the oldest grandchild of the Lord Holder of Ruatha. Her father is the heir to Ruatha. She has four younger brothers (aged 12, 10, 9 and 6 turns) and her mother died giving birth to the youngest of them. Therefore, at ten turns she took it upon herself to help her father look after the boys. Her logic was that one day she would be Lady Holder of Ruatha and it was just practice for when she would have to take care of even more people. In addition, her father always told her what a “good girl” she was for taking care of her brothers. She loved the praise.
Growing up at Ruatha she spent a lot of time with runnerbeasts. She had several of her own but her favorite was the one she got for her 12th birthday. The mare’s name was Eris. Though she often rides the mare she never once has oiled the hide for the saddle or even knows how to do it. She has lived quite a sheltered life only venturing from Ruatha a handful of times in her 16 turns of life. She used to wish she could be apprenticed at Harper Hall but her singing voice was not one that you would choose to listen to, nor was she adept at playing any of the musical instruments so she just listened. Indeed, it was her wish as a girl to be a Harper, she never thought about being a dragonrider.

Pets: Kaz, a brown firelizard

[Dragon]

Name: Kira



Gender: female

Age: 16

Appearence: Kira has shoulder length brown wavey hair. She has green, almond shaped eyes as well. She stands at 5'6. She has a slender, curvey body and normally wears clothes, even dresses, to show off her figure. For the most part her height comes from her long, slender legs. Her arms match the rest of her slender body, being themselves slender leading to long delicate hands and fingers. She has a nice tan on her, not a dark tan but she isn't white either. Her face is heart shaped and she has dimples.

Personality: For the most part Kira is a flirt, a tease, and can be very outgoing. There is another side though, a side that is reserved, quiet, and withdrawn. This is what she was like as a little girl and it never seemed to have left her. She isn't an airhead either, she loves to read and expand her knowledge and ponders about the things of life. Smart, attractive, and flirtatious, this can often lead to a deadly combination or can land her in trouble she does not want.

History: History: Kira was raised in a hold by her parents in a home near to the sea. When Kira was younger some would have considered her small for her age. This resulted in problems for the young girl, most in the form of bullying. She became ostracized from society in a way, becoming withdrawn and quiet, keeping to herself more then anything and avoided going out when ever possible.

Close to her home was a secluded and quiet spot from which she had a perfect view of the ocean and would spend much time there, thinking. Kira often wondered what lay across that body of water and longed to cross. Seeing as Kira was often by herself, she had developed a vivid imagination and would image life on the other side of the sea and make up stories, each and every one of them different, even if only slightly.

As time pasted Kira blossomed into a beautiful young girl, of average height. Well just under but that was unnoticeable.
Kira didn’t like going into the hold by herself, being slightly nervous of what people would say or do, normally made her brother accompany her. But one day she had to go down to the shops and he was too busy to go with her so Kira braved it by herself for the first time in a long while.

None of the sneering comments that she expected came, only curious glances from boys who didn’t recognize her. In the market Kira got talking to one in particular and they soon became friends. And it was because of him that she gained the confidence to break out of her shell the go out more and met more people. Within no time Kira was unrecognizable. She was now more outgoing, smiling and flirting more with time. With her new looks (and added height) Kira gained… a power of sorts over the boys who had once teased her. She quickly mastered the subtle art of manipulation which all girls seem to have to some degree of and Kira enjoyed using it.

Though the ‘old’ her was still there, buried underneath this new shell. Despite the way Kira acts and talks, she still has low confidence but has become good at hiding this but she can slip back into her old ways and still wonders what lies on the other side of the ocean.


Family:
Mother - Clara-42
Father - Hildon-45
Siblings- one brother- Rodan-19 turns

Pets: White feline, Isis
Rank: Weyrling

Dragon: Ayerith (color is F87431)
Color: Copper
Appearance: A glistening, rosy pink copper dragonet. Her hide is speckled with tiny gold flecks that are not very big. A small copper.

[Torva Anian]

Name: Satnee

Age: 16

Gender: Female

Rank: Weyrling

Dragon: Elieth
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Dragon Appearance: She was a good sized little green with a pretty, jade colored hide marbled with white. The white shimmered with a silvery glow on her wings and a closer look revealed thousands of tiny dots close together along the wing membrane.

Dragon Personality: She is a saucy little girl who won't take any back talk, especially from her rider. She even has a hard time being respectful to the Jr. Queen. She wouldn't dare sass her clutch-mother, however, Kaith was simply too big. She could be flirtatious at times but she preferred to to be witty and saucy to the males that liked to flirt with her.

Appearance:

Satnee is of middling height, with long brown hair that she keeps braided while working. She usually wears non descript clothes as well so that when they get stained she doesn't mind it. When not working she wears bright colors, anything to stay away from the drab, drudge clothes.

Satnee's eyes are a murky green, like a rough emerald. It has tiny flecks of brown in it if you look closely but it's a deep green. She's actually rather proud about her eye color, because of it being unique. Since she doesn't own much, it's not that hard to believe she'd grasp for something to set her apart from the other Weyrbrats.

Personality:

Satnee takes a dim view of the world. Pern loves the dragon riders and she's already decided that each and everyone of them is a dimglow just waiting for the right moment to ruin the world. She fears the time when Thread falls upon the world because she just knows they'll screw it up. Yes, Dragon rider's took care of it in turns past but she figures they have gotten dumber as the turns past.

She is polite to those she serves but there is a certain coldness towards the dragon rider's. The Holder's and family members seemed to always be served first when she's on duty. Satnee knows it's petty but she can't seem to bring herself to stop. After all it doesn't hurt anyone.

When she forgets about the past and how shardin' stupid Pern is she's pretty fun to hang around. She has many drudge friends and enjoys the Gathers and other festivities. She can dance and sing with the best of them. Being a drudge though, she doesn't get too many holidays off. But with a busy place like the Weyr there is always something good going on to talk about. Gossip is plentiful in the Kitchens.

She's also very good with puzzles and riddles. She enjoys talking to traveling Harpers or Journeyman of various ranks. She doesn't always get them right, but the exercise and twists of thought is enough for her. She sometimes wishes she could become a Harper and go to the Harper Hall. Satnee fears the change of life it would require though, to go that far away.

She's also rather competitive. She's a bad loser as well, though she tries to hide it. One of the reasons she's so good at remembering things is she tries to learn as much as she can so no one will show her up.

History:

Satnee grew up as a weyrbrat. One of the many children born from a green rider. Yes, chances were better that a dragon rider's children would Impress but Satnee had never liked the loose way dragon rider's lived. She supposed she didn't wholly disagree with it for she had never left the Weyr, but how could one leave all they know? She had grown up wild and then once she was of working age, had been set to work as a drudge. Currently she works in the Lower Caverns, cleaning tables and serving food. Believe or not she was a drudge with no talent towards cooking.

Her parents had ... for lack of a better term, died turns ago. She'd been eleven at the time. It all was a huge accident. One she'll never forget, though she wasn't there. The freshly Impressed were going through the infamous weyrling toss. Her father was helping because of the abnormally large batch of weyrlings. As the toss proceeded the Weryling Master, Assistant Weryling Master, and her father were talking and casually watching the weyrlings. Apparently one dimglow had thought himself an exception to the rules. He fed his brown dragonet Firestone and waited to see what happened. It had a huge coughing fit and ended up sparking a whole bag of Firestone. The resulting fire injured her father's blue dragon, Nigth. Two of his legs were severely burned and there wasn't much the healers could do for him other than numbweed.

Satnee was working in the kitchens at the time of all this and by the time she got wind of it all they were gone. At first she hadn't understood, but kindly the Weyr Healer explained it to her. Her father couldn't bare the thought of life without his dragon and her mother was deeply attached to her father. Being dragon riders and having their children cared for by the Weyr, they didn't think much of leaving. All they had thought about was informing their Weyrleaders. Because, being a law of their own, dragon riders didn't need anyone else's approval. All because of a dimglow dragon rider.

A few turns later when the Healer's feline had a litter, Satnee asked for one. Perhaps out of pity or just because he didn't want a whole litter of felines, he gave her one. She named him Chaser, for he was always darting off from one shadow to the next. She's glad he's a good feline for eating tunnel snakes and rats...she just wished he didn't bring them to her as 'gifts'. He's just now maturing and growing into his full frame. He has a beautiful, orange coat with black spots and a soft, white under belly.

While Satnee couldn't even think of living outside Weyr life, she also didn't wish to live among those same people who let her parents die. While they hadn't coddled her every minute of the day they did take time to track her down and ask how her studies were going and if she wanted for anything. So when she heard of Dark Moon Weyr, with it's small population and almost out of the loop of Pern she asked for a transfer. She slipped in smoothly enough, though she's not sure if it's better or not.

Pets: Chaser, male Feline
Nicknamed Chase

[Kino]

Name: J'kiran

Age: 18 turns

Gender: Male

Rank: Weyrling

Extra information/abilities: He goes by whatever nicknames those he knows choose to call him by. A common one being ‘Kiran’, and a less common being ‘Jil’.

Dragon: Bronze Kaenith

Dragon Appearance: The main color of Kaenith's hide is a dark bronze color very akin to a to a shiny new penny. Areas of his muscles seemed to be shaded in with a sea-green tone, though it was a sea-green still tinged with bronze. The sea-green color was also visible underneith his wings, and it also formed a dorsal stripe beginning between his eyes and continueing all the way the way to the tip of his tail. Even the spade at the tip of his tail was the same sea-green tinged with bronze. The contrast of colors on the bronze was a bit stunning, and it certainly set him apart from the others.

Dragon Personality: Kaenith is the sort of dragon to try and retain a regal appearance, at least up until a certain point. When he's really consciously trying to keep the regal look he can manage it quite well, much like his rider would be able to do if he ever tried. However, when he is distracted (and at this age he is distracted quiet easily) the regal look is melded with the normal excitable look of a young dragon. Kaenith is constantly asking his young rider questions, and more often than not answers will only lead to more questions.

Appearance: J'kiran is a bit above average in height, reaching to about 5'10", and still with time to grow. He also has a slimmer build than the more muscular men of his age. Though he spends a lot of time in the outdoors, his skin is naturally of a lighter tone. The youth’s hair is a dark red color, the longest strands reaching to the base of his neck and chin; it’s straight but still messy as often as not, held in check by a cloth headband in a light powder blue color. His eyes were deep green in color, bordering somewhere between forest and mint.

His usual garb is made up of a loose fitting white cloth shirt, over which he wears a dark olive green, almost brown vest of a thicker material, three metal clasps down the front to keep it shut. Around his wrists the shirt cuffs were made of the same material as his vest, one clasp on each to match those of his vest as well. The white shirt was tucked into a black leather belt around the waste of black pants, also made of a sturdy material. The bottom hem of each pant-leg was tucked into ankle high black boots, made of simple hide and lacing.

In the warmer seasons, all but the boots of his clothing changes. He takes to wearing a chocolate brown pair of trousers, the material still sturdy but lighter so as to help keep cool. And on top he wears a white short-sleeved shirt, collared and laced part way down the front; he tended to wear the collar of the shirt unfolded, keeping it turned up towards his chin.

Personality: Calm, and rather serene and placid. J'kiran can at first seem to be one that tends to stay away from others, someone that may be anti-social. And in a way that may be true, as those of the Herding craft tend to be out in the fields on their own, tending to the cattle and such.

Though this is true, when someone comes and begins talking to J'kiran he opens up rather nicely. He has an especially soft spot for animals, and tends to feel more at home with them. Many will notice this, because when he is around an animal it's quite obvious by his facial expression. It takes a lot to unnerve him, though it is of course perfectly possible. After all, everybody gets fearful at times.

Biography: Born into a family of Holdless. His parent's did not want to put him in danger, as being a Holdless is immensely dangerous without a Weyr to protect you during threadfall. And so, when it came close to birthing him, they traveled close to a nearby Hold. When he was born, the left him where he would be fostered out, and indeed he was, to a family of the herding craft that was in need of extra help; fostering a child would do just as well.

He was raised with the family, living with no knowledge that they were not his real parents; though when he got older, they did of course break the news. He didn't seem think much of it, as it wasn't in his nature to become too fretful over things. But it did, of course, make him wonder. It made him wonder who his parents were, what they did, why they got rid of him. The normal questions of one who just discovered his biological parents weren't who one thought they were.

Jilstherakiran was not the name given to him by his foster parents, as he was also told. His biological parents had left a note with him when he was left in the Hold, with the name that they wished for him to receive. Many were skeptical at first, as it was quite a long name to give to someone, but they respected the wishes of the parents, and that is what he was named.

Even with the knowledge of where he did – or rather, did not – come from, Jilstherakiran settled wonderfully into his life of a herder. His foster parents had taken him in when they were older than most new parents, and as they aged they took on most of the jobs closer to their home such as tending to the stalls and making sure the animal pens had food and water. It was Jilstherakiran’s job to take the herds out to pasture, with the help of his family's herding canines. That was where he spent most of his days, except of course during threadfall.

While most other’s on Pern his age dreamt of being Searched and becoming a Dragonrider, Jilstherakiran’s spare time was spent wondering about his past. It didn’t bother him as it might have bothered someone else, but curiosity still played at the back of his mind. There were days he thought that he might leave his home to travel in hopes of finding his biological parents; but reality was a frequent visitor on such dreams. His parents were aged, and they would not be able to manage the herd beasts without his help. Already the need had arisen to hire at least one other hand to help around the farm. Their hold was tethered to Dark Moon, and someone would need to be sent out at times to bring some of the farm’s herdbeasts to feed the dragons.

Jilstherakiran didn’t mind the idea, as he was used to spending extended periods of time on his own already. The only downside was that he would not be able to interact with the others his age in the Hold whenever it was that he was to bring herdbeasts to the Weyr. But it would take more than that to upset him, and he knew he’d have plenty of time to talk to his friends when he was home.

Eventually the time came that a Searchrider was finally sent out to his partially secluded farm. Jilstherakiran was called in from the fields to be looked at, and within a few moments of meeting the dragon and rider he was chosen as a candidate. At first Jilstherkiran refused, as his parents were old and he didn't want to leave them alone on the farm with work he knew they couldn't do, but his parents were exstatic that their son (blood or not) would have been chosen as a prospective dragon rider. They insisted that he go, and with their promise of hiring someone to help with their chores on the farm, Jilstherakiran agreed as well.

He arrived at Dark Moon in time for all the candidates lessons. And though he didn't have much difficulty socializing, he found himself sticking mostly to himself, though he did interact and hang out with the other candidates on occasion. Soon enough the eggs were clutched, and a hatching was to happen - though during a hurricane.

Jilstherakiran was lucky enough to be chosen by a dragon, and he impressed to a bronze called Kaenith, thus permanently becoming J'kiran.

The rest is still unwritten.

Pets: Two herding canines. Erina, a female; and Orali, a male. They live at the farm with his parents, and only leave it when it is time for herdbeasts to be taken to the nearby Weyr.

[Headwoman]

Name: Calnia
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Rank: Blue Weyrling

Appearance: Calnia is a beautiful young woman. She stands at approximately 5'6" and weighs in at 140 pounds. Her body is a bit slender with muscle tone from all of the firestone bagging she'd done as a Candidate. She has honey-blonde hair with an abundant mix of red and brown. Her hair she likes to keep to the middle of her back. She has a medium frame and a very defined and muscled body. She has a heart-shaped face with medium sized eyes. Her eyes are her most unique feature about her. They are a darker honey color than her hair. She is mostly seen in tunics and pants. Calnia doesn't usually dress up unless it is for a Gather or Hatching or some other occasion. She has a nice red dress that she keeps at the bottom of her travel trunk and wears that dress for those special occasions.

Personality: After spending so many turns alone or yelled at Calnia has become very withdrawn. She keeps to herself mostly, never speaking unless forced to respond, and even then the response given is nothing more then a nod or a shake of the head. It was from this the Harper had labeled her slow (or in some cases mentally retarded). At times, Calnia recessed so deeply, that when spoken to, she never heard the directions, to lost in the daydreams to take heed of what she was doing, which helped to produce her constant clumsiness. While very detail orientated Calnia's lack of coordination managed to screw up any fine facet she had taken the time and care to produce. Calnia rarely shows emotion, her face frozen in an un-moving gaze. It will take a lot of love and attention to pull this girl out of her shell and back to reality.

History: Calnia was born to a pair of drudges that shared multiple duties around Ceros Hold. Calnia's mother, Alnia, worked as a laundry drudge for the Hold, she constantly immersed in the washroom, attempting to keep up with the amount of laundry supplied to her. While her father, Callan, tended the musty back rooms of the Hold making sure all is dusted and cleaned. This left Calnia on her own, as her parents were too busy to make sure their daughter received the proper attention necessary. While she appeared unintelligent to the Hold's Harper and Headwoman, Calnia was sent to work in the fields. Calnia would never be allowed to attend Harper classes, and never to work in the Kitchens ever again, as she was extremely ungraceful. Constantly tripping over her own feet, Calnia broke more dishes then the Headwoman of the Hold could take. In attempts to supply young Calnia with another job, every job she was appointed ended up in some disaster, the poor girl's confidence and self-esteem tumbling to rock bottom.

To keep her out of trouble, young Calnia was given the job of watching the fields, while never told what to watch for, Calnia sat out in the field until she was called for meals. She would never complain about her job, as compared to some she had the better end of the stick. At least she was not yelled at in the field, and allowed to play what games she could by herself. On her way back to the main Hold for lunch, Calnia saw something rather large in the sky causing her to stop dead in her tracks, as the speck grew larger and larger. With an awe filled stare; the girl froze to afraid and excited to move, as the rather large green dragon landed in the small inner-court yard. When the rider announced himself on search, Calnia would find herself with the largest shock of her life, as the dragon stared at her unflinchingly. Her belongings were gathered later that afternoon, and with much relief, the Headwoman sent young Calnia off with the green, never to be heard from again.

Calnia stood for the clutch of Gold Kaith. And a Hurricane seemed to encourage the eggs to hatch, or that was how it seemed to Calnia, though. She stood patiently as the eggs hatched and the weather seemed to only get worse. She was watching a few other hatchlings impress, that she missed the hatching of a curiously feminine blue.

The blue circled the Candidates one more time before she stopped in front of Calnia and sat daintily on her little rump. She had wanted to make sure that she was the right one. Calnia, you left your Jemnith waiting for so long. Will you please feed me now? I am so hungry and have waited for you for so long! I forgive you though. You didn't know I was waiting for you.

Pets: None



Dragon: Female Blue Jemnith (color code= 3BB9FF)

Dragon Appearance: She was about as pretty and graceful as a girl could be. She is very dainty and her movements are fluid. The little dragonet had a robin's egg blue head, as pretty a blue color as you had ever seen. The knobs on the dragonet's head had a strip of white that widened as they ran down its head to its neck ridges. This little blue was not your ordinary blue. The frame of this dragonet was far more dainty and delicate than any blue that had hatched out so far. This blue was no male. This little dragonet was a female. Her body was the same robin's egg blue as her wedge-shaped head, but her wings were another story. Her wings were edged with white as were her neck ridges and a strip down to the tip of her tail. The rest of her wings shimmered, speckled with flecks of white and silver that sparkled.

Dragon Personality: This little girl was the sweetest of all sweet dragons. She is intelligent and would be one of the smaller blues of the Weyr. She thinks that her rider can do anything. She is always curious about this or that. And asks hers questions every waking minute, except for when she’s eating. She gets a little hyper when she gets excited. She is a little bit clumsy sometimes. Though she may grow out of her clumsiness as she gets older. She has a fear of losing her Calnia.

[Headwoman]

Name: Laerin
Age: 15
Gender: Female/Heterosexual
Rank: Green Weyrling

Appearance: Laerin is around 5'3", but she always wishes she was taller. She has an athletic build, topped off with a mop of short brown hair. Blue eyes are set into fair skin. She has a small brown birthmark on her chin, but small enough so that it looks like a freckle. She is mostly seen in a tunic and pants of pastel colors. She saves wearing her beautiful rustic red dress for special occasions. She enjoys swimming and can be found near water, mostly in it.

Personality: Laerin is normally a sweet and lovable person. However, if things don't go well, she can get rather mean. If there's an argument anywhere, Laerin is bound to be there. Depending on her mood, she can be either very outgoing or very shy. But she's generally quiet, despite her loud moments. Laerin is not very tolerant towards children. She thinks their noisy and smelly. She was very excited when she was Searched, so she has put herself fully into her Candidate chores.

She has a fiery spirit underneath all of her self control. She is a little bit of a neat freak when dealing with her sleeping quarters and doesn‘t care if anyone says she‘s weird about it or not. She is polite and courteous when dealing with people of rank. She hopes to impress a dragon someday. She feels a bit awkward sometimes when a boy Candidate speaks to her.

History: Laerin was born to a mining family. She was inquisitive as a little girl could be. Always wanting to know about everything. She took it into her head to climb a tree. She climbed it, alright. She was close to the branches near the ground when her right foot slipped and she fell the rest of the way to the ground. Her brother had been nearby and had seen her fall. He picked her up and ran to the Infirmary. Luckily, all Laerin had gotten was a two inch long gash on the right side of her right knee. It was only a centimeter deep. She had only been five turns old.

She moved with her older brother to Harper Hall at the age of 9. Though it was hard to leave her large family, she discovered that music suited her. She helped around with running errands for the different Masters until she officially apprenticed to the Harper Hall. She was formally apprenticed to the Harper Hall at the age of 12, wanting very much to follow in her brother’s chosen craft. Laerin was not sure where she fit in as she grew older. She loved singing but she wasn’t very good. So she tried composition. She was an apprentice to the Harper Hall for a few Turns, but was always fascinated by the dragons. She eventually gave up on being Searched, even though all her friends thought it stupid- after all, there was still plenty of time! But a couple days after turning 15, she walked the tables. She was content, but dragonriding was still in her mind. When she went on a trip with a couple other Harpers to visit the Weyr, she fell in love with the place, and stayed there. A few short days later and she was Searched by a Greenrider. She was ecstatic!

She spent her time attending to her Candidate chores and hoping that she’d stand a chance. And then, during a terrible hurricane, she got her chance to be a future Dragonrider. A clutch was on the Sands. It seemed to Laerin that the eggs didn’t want to wait any longer to hatch. She stood on the sands and hoped that one of the darling hatchlings would find her worthy. And then …

The peridot green beauty scuttled across the sands and wound up taking a tumble and landing in a heap of wings and limbs in front of Laerin. She looked up with her whirling red eyes and the color changed into the rainbows of Impression. Laerin, I have waited so long. I am your Taysith. Will you feed me now Mine?

Laerin stood stunned for a moment as she looked down at the gloriously beautiful little green before her. She was the most beautiful green she’d ever seen! The next day, Weyrling Training! Laerin was wondering if she’d hoped for something she wasn’t prepared for. But she dug in and held her ground. A few times she wanted to just tuck tail and run. One thing kept her from doing so, her beloved Taysith.

Pets: Bronze Imp (b6a225)



Dragon: Green Taysith (color code= 52D017)

Dragon Appearance: Taysith is petite in build, definitely on the smaller end of things, with long sculpted limbs. Her neck has a graceful arch to it. Her facial features are very delicate and there's no arguing that she has a sort of snooty look to her. Long, narrow wings added to her lean frame make sure that this green is incredibly quick and agile in the air. As a hatchling her hide was a beautiful even shade of emerald green, but now as she s mature it s a dark emerald green. Her belly is a lighter shade of emerald green.

Dragon Personality: Taysith is nothing like her physique would hint. A delicate looking creature she loves to play pranks, especially on her rider. It is the highlight of her day when she can catch her rider off guard and it just gets better the dirtier she gets doing it. She loves to drive everyone crazy by always mucking around in mud or dirt and never seems to be truly clean. Truly a child, she will throw a fit if told to behave or take a bath. She also likes to think of herself as a comedian and will do anything for a good laugh and if she can't get them through her jokes she'll get laughter from her antics. This is probably how she became so fond of being dirty because there is nothing funnier then a small delicate dragonet covered in mud.

[Dragon]

Name: Dicar (Dice - ar)

Age: 15

Gender: Male

Rank: Candidate

Dragon: Tetroth

Dragon Appearance: Tetroth is a dark brown dragonet with a few dark brown streaks that are so dark they're nearly black. However his belly and under his wings are slightly, if only slightly, lighter in brown coloration.

Dragon Personality: Tetroth is one mean brown. So much so that his rider believes he was probably meant to be a bronze. Even then he would be considered aggressive for one. Tetroth has an oddly dominate personality that tends to clash with D'car's more anti-social personality. While Tetroth wishes his rider to be commanding and take his place in life, D'car would like nothing more than to do simply what is required of him and shut the world out the rest of the time.

Tetroth also tends to have a very blunt personality as well. He has no problem speaking his mind. It's one personality trait that D'car actually appreciates however.

Appearance: Dicar has long black hair that is straight and nearly falls to his shoulders. His eyes are a dark blue. He stands at 5'5, a medium height and has an average build for someone his age and size. He prefers darker colors to wear, usually black, and wears a black strip across his forehead to keep his hair out of his face. Dicar has no scars, and because of his age and skin tone, gives off a more youthful glow. Dicar is not tanned, but neither is he pale.

Personality: Dicar tends to keep to himself, a loner many would call him. He enjoys reading and can be found with his nose in a book whenever he can get hold of one, which actually makes him smart. He tends to be arrogant, thinking he's smarter than anyone else, or just better than anyone else to be more precise, because of the fact that he likes to read and he is always borrowing books from the Hold Harper. The Harper is glad to encourage his learning, and would have liked to send the boy to the Harper Hall but the boy didn't really want to go and he didn't really have a good singing voice. He was good with a flute, but he didn't want to leave to go to the Harper Hall. He doesn't find too many people he actually talks to or gets along with, most not being "worth his time". Whether he's actually this arrogant or just pushing humanity away from him for some emotional or psychological reason is unknown. Dicar has been known to get into many scrapes, though he's never been the one to start a fight.

History: Dicar comes from Azvon Hold, the major hold of Dark Moon. Having three halls in this hold, his mom was a healer while his father worked mining. Dicar only had one sibling, an older sister who was searched as a dragonrider a number of turns ago by another weyr. Dicar was only ever close to his sister, as she was the one who would take care of him. Dicar has a flute that his sister purchased for him at a Gather and the boy carries it with him whenever he can. Their parents were busy with their respective halls, which left the two to take care of each other. When his sister was searched, Dicar begged to go with her but was not allowed. She impressed a green and became very busy with her duties but she often wrote to her brother. However, eventually the letters stopped. Dicar would then start asking his parents if he could visit the weyr she was at, but it fell on deaf ears. Eventually Dicar withdrew more and more and kept to himself. However, Dicar has recently been searched by a searchrider of Dark Moon and will now join the rank of candidates there.

Pets: None yet.

[Kino]

Name: Tanwen

Age: Seventeen

Gender: Female

Rank: Weyrling

Dragon: Green Vessayith

Dragon Appearance: The green was a wonderful but pale green. Like the colour of the leaves of a plant that doesn’t flower, her hide has a greyness to it, that makes her colour subtler than most green. She is on the larger size for a green and is a bit leggier than average, but somehow that leggyness gives her a more feminine air. The rest of her proportions are nice, quite nicely sized in each part. Her eyes are a little large, though nowhere near reminiscent of a wher. She has a sassy air, like she was born with attitude.

Dragon Personality: A bit of a chatterbox, and quite the handful. Vessayith is a very friendly dragon, and rather curious as well. If something strikes her as interesting she has no problem with waltzing right up to it and inspecting it thoroughly - whether it be living or inanimate.

Appearance: Reaching an average height of about five feet six inches, the girl had a build that gives the impression she would’ve done quite well as a Runner. Her hair was a reddish sort of blond color, with a few natural highlights of a darker shade of the base, and hung rather straight to end just above her shoulders, layered to give it a sort of choppy appearance. Her eyes, matching up quite nicely against the dusty tan of her skin, were an odd sort of tannish gold color, the pupil and edge lined in a dark chocolate brown.

Though she was an acute enough student, she tended to not much pay attention to wearing only her craft’s colors, and instead branched off to wear whatever she rather pleased. She wears dark chocolate brown leggings, loose enough to be comfortable, and ending just above the simple leather moccasin-type shoes that adorn her feet. The material is a soft sort of leather, with the sole of it simply layers of tougher hide stacked together. The pants are held taught around her waste by a simple leather belt.

On her upper half, Tanwen wears a dark maroon shirt with long sleeves that flare lightly around the wrists. The bottom of the shirt looks almost as if there was enough length to drape lightly over her hips; but a slit had been cut on the right side from the hem of the shirt to her belt line, and there the shirt had been tied in a simple knot to keep it lining up quite nicely along the top of the belt. In the warmer seasons, the maroon shirt is changed out with a dark cerulean blue sleeveless shirt, the hemline ending at the belt line without any knot needing to be tied.

As a few extras, Tanwen also has with her a pair of gloves and goggles, neither of which she wears at this point considering they were for glass crafting; but she kept them in hopes of one day using them for riding gear. The gloves were crafted in a tough but soft, comfortable leather in a brown that seemed to be a few shades lighter than her pants. The stitching on the gloves was in a maroon color that matched her shirt quite well. Her goggles had much the same color scheme. Everything except the thick glass lenses was made out of the same material as her gloves; and in truth, the make-up was based exactly off of the gloves that Rider's wear- albeit the colors, which were obviously not the stereotypical bland colors that most Riders got their goggles in.

Considering her apprenticeship with her uncle, Tanwen sports a few scars from working with the molten glass. She's got one fairly noticeable scar on her right wrist. She has a good deal of scars on her arms, mostly shaped like elongated drops or splatter lines. The majority of her smaller scars are shaped like flecks; she'd acquired them on her first attempt that the 'lamp' she made. The glass had ended up shattering, spraying the apprentice with molten glass. The most noticeable of the scars from this is a drop-shaped scar just below the corner of her left eye. There are a great deal of smaller scars from the event as well, all along her arms and across her face. The spray from the broken glass was very fine though, so from a glance these scars would look like freckles. It's only up close that one can tell they're actually scars.

Personality: Tanwen is friendly enough to those she both does and does not know, but she does have a sarcastic air about her that reveals itself in her speech. One thing that can surely be said about her is that she does not have a tendency to sugar coat anything she says. Because of this, depending on what’s said to her, she can seem almost antisocial in her comments of return. Also, despite her lightly biting choice of words, she could possibly be called a smooth talker in some situations.

Despite the air that such a personality gives off, she tends to warm up to people all the same. When people back off right away due to her lightly snide comments to them, she tries to lighten up her comments to a more ‘friendly’ level; but in the rare case of someone rising to the ‘challenge’, the situation can be quite different. And though her overall personality can make her seem cruel, Tanwen can just as easily be very kind, particularly if her comments unintentionally hurt someone.

History: Tanwen was born to a couple who were part of a Glass Crafthall, the two being owners of a shop in their Hold where the products of their hall were sold. At a young age, Tanwen had been the usual ‘sweet-as-a-bubbly-pie’ little girl; however, there weren’t many other little girls of her age in the area, and so she ended up mingling with the young boys of the hall and Hold. Considering a group of boys has a tendency to be more rowdy than a group of girls, Tanwen had quickly caught on to how to keep her group of friends in check.

As she grew, the quirks she’d adapted from hanging around the boys brought about her current dry, clever sort of personality. When she was old enough to begin taking on duties or training, she decided that the life of a shop keeper was not one for her. Instead, she was sent into the crafting part of the craft, an Uncle taking her under his wing to teach her the ways of glass blowing. The youth wasn’t incredible at it, but her skills were coming along decently, and in time she was able to make a few things on her own. Eventually she made a pair of lenses for a custom-set of goggles that she wanted, along with another odd sort of lighting trinket she was fond of.

This second item was a thick glass orb with a cylindrical opening at the very top. The bottom of the piece was flat; and along the edges it looked almost carved to give it a diamond pattern along the edge. Truthfully, the pattern had been pressed into the edges of it when the glass was being blown, and the opening at the top was just the size for a glow to be put in. The glass itself had been blown in variety of colors, mainly in the blue-green family, with a deep violet color here and there. The piece would magnify the light of a glow, thus proving it to be a sort of ‘lamp’.

Though Tanwen was…content with her life in the Glass Crafthall, she wasn’t really satisfied with it. Inside she thirsted for something more, a life more exciting and adventurous; but such things only seemed to come to Dragonriders, and there had never been a Search in their hold ever in Tanwen’s life. However, one day, that changed. A Greenrider touched down near the Hall, explaining that she was a Searchrider from Dark Moon who was starting to look for candidates in preparation of the next hatching, though there wasn’t currently a clutch.

Tanwen was chosen as one of the candidates, and she jumped at the opportunity. Having always been rather independent, she wasn’t worried about becoming homesick, especially when it was because she was moving into a Weyr. As a candidate, none less.

She made it to Darkmoon in time to stand at two clutches, but when she stood at the first she was a bit disenchanted. It wasn't until after she was left standing at that hatching that she realized she'd really been hoping to impress, and she wondered if her disinterest at the hatching had caused her to be left. She went back to candidate training and chores with a new vigor, and when a transfer clutch was brought in she was determined to play the part of the eager candidate - without actually 'playing.' It seemed it was meant to be, and Tanwen impressed to a wonderful green named Vessayith. [/size]

[Kino]

Name: V'ael

Age: Seventeen Turns

Gender: Male

Dark Moon Weyr Rank: Weyrling
Crafthall Rank: Journeyman Vintyr

Extra information/abilities: He originated in a science-notebook doodle.

Dragon: Green Aeydrith

Dragon Appearance: She's a sturdy looking green and is a decently large dragon for her color. Her hide is a beautiful olive green, the color slowly getting lighter as it crawls up her neck. At the tip of her snout is a small deep yellow spot, the shape comparable to an ink splot of some sort.

Dragon Personality: Aeydrith is an often happy dragon, though not quite as flirtatious as other greens. She's quite the sweetheart, especially to her bonded but to others as well. Her personality is rather comparable to the sort you would expect from a feline: sweet and loveable most of the time, but she certainly knows how to get what she wants - even if she doesn't show that it's what she's going for.

Appearance: Vaelryn was of average height, reaching to 5'7" at this point and still with some growing to do as he aged. He doesn't have an incredible build, but his muscles are lean and toned from working in the vineyards and winery with his parents for his whole life. His hair is black, with blueish highlights in the sun, and his eyes are a minty green. His skin is naturally an olive color, and since being in the sun for many hours of the day it has darkened even further.

For the most part his clothes are fairly basic. He wears a short-sleeved white cloth undershirt with a collar and lacing on the upper part to fasten it shut once it's on. Over that he has a deep scarlet tunic with leather straps over the shoulders, also dyed a scarlet, and a thin line of a lighter red color all along the borders. There's a brown leather belt around his waist with a few metal rings attached along the center line, and his tunic hangs down a bit below the belt. On his lower half he wears khaki colored pants. They're tucked into boots that come just about up to his knee; the boots are mainly a dark brown leather, same as his belt, with cloth around the outside that laces up in the front to secure them. The cloth is, again, a dark scarlet in color.

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(The shoulders in the picture above are only accurate in color)
Keyword here is BASED.
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Personality: Vaelryn is not one to have a lack of confidence. This isn't to say he's too egotistical, but rather that he simply feels good about who he is, and that this is shown in his mannerisms. He has quite a bit of charm, and is rather talkative in nature. Vaelryn does know hot to stop talking, but if a conversation topic is hit on that he is interested in he will contribute a decent amount on the subject.

He isn't particularly a flirt, but that isn't to say he doesn't know how. If someone else begins flirting with him, he is more than happy to return the gesture, but he has never quite been one to start up the process. Vaelryn is also not really biased about who's flirting he returns, and the few times it has happened he has also been known to return the flirting of another boy. He's never really thought too much on his willingness to do this.

A big part of his personality is his pride in his family's craft. He's fully aware that their Vintyr hall is a smaller one, and that is it not located anywhere near Benden, but that doesn't stop him from believing that their wine is the best there is. He's tasted what's been called the best of Benden before, and still stands by his opinion.

Biography: It's true that Araby Hold is not known for many crafts, but the climate is perfect for grape vines. The forest is thick in many places, but the Vintyr hall has an area of vineyards that has been cleared of trees so the vines get plenty of sunshine; the buildings of the hall are built in the shade of the plentiful trees.

Vaelryn grew up right in the heart of the Vintyr hall at Araby Hold with his father as a Master Vintyr. As soon as he was old enough Vaelryn began helping with whatever jobs at the hall he was able to. When he was very young these jobs would entail mostly following his father around as the man checked on the ripeness of the grapes, and oversaw many of the other activies in the hall. As he grew older he moved on to help with the work in the vineyards themselves, doing the more manual labor jobs that were an integral part of raising the vines. Everything they did in the hold was done specifically to grow the vines in the best way possible.

As his training in the vintyr craft continued Vaelryn did learn the steps in the winery process. His father made certain that his son was being trained in all the parts of the Vintyr craft. Even so, Vaelryn often found that he was happiest in the vineyards themselves, tending to the plants and making sure that everything was growing to the best of its health.

Though Vaelryn spent a good portion of his time working in the craft hall, this didn't stop him from going out into the rest of the hold and enjoying the laid back lifestyle of Araby when time allowed it. There were enough people in the Vintyr hall that everyone got plenty of chances to relax and mingle with other people in the hold, and the young apprentice Vintyr was no exception. However, he didn't exactly make any friends that were terribly close to him, and instead tended to socialize around with others his age equally.

Yes, Vaelryn was planning on spending his life in that Vintyr hall at Araby Hold. Eventually with all his work in the craft, it came time for him to take the tests to rise to Journeyman. Having spent his whole life studying under his father, he got through the testing and raised to Journeyman Vintyr. Yes, Vaelryn was well on his way to working through life and ending as a Master Vintyr when the time came. Yet this turned out to be a case where plans do not go as planned. A Searchdragon from Dark Moon arrived one day, and as he was within the age category this time, Vaelryn was sent out to stand and be inspected. As it turned out, the apprentice vintyr was searched as a candidate.

At first he actually was a bit crestfallen. He'd been planning on moving up through the ranks of the vintyr craft and one day - hopefully - taking his father's place as Master Vintyr of the hall at Araby. But being searched was one of the greatest honors a person on Pern could receive, and part of being tithed to a Weyr meant that when a youth was searched, they went.

As he packed his things, Vaelryn did find himself warming up to the idea. It wasn't as though he would never be able to visit home and return to the vineyards from time to time. It may turn out that he never impressed and instead ended up back at the hold. Then again, even if he did impress and wind up as a Dragonrider, he could return to the Vintyr hall for visits. So it was that Vaelryn gathered his things and joined the searchrider to head back to Dark Moon.

There happened to be a hurricane on that night, as well as a hatching occuring at the very Weyr he was being sent to. Due to the bad weather, though, he was forced to wait out the storm and leave with the rider when it cleared. Vaelryn arrived at the Weyr just in time for the hatching feast, and he was told that he could stay until the next hatching came up. He didn't have to wait too long; soon after his arrival there came to be a transfer clutch brough to Dark Moon. He stood at the hatching and impressed to a lovely green, Aeydrith.

The story will continue.

Pets: None.