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Weyr: Talune

Name: M'lon (Milasson)

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Bi-sexual

Rank: Wingrider

Age: 24

Appearance: The first thing people notice about M'lon, and easily his best feature, is his wide smile, nearly always a permanent fixture upon his face. His teeth are perfectly straight and are as white as may be achieved on Pern. However that is as far as perfection goes for M'lon, he is certainly not one of Pern's beauties. He has a long oval-shaped face with large ears sticking out. M'lon's nose is also quite large, jutting far out from his face, and this physical attribute is one that he is most insecure about. He has a mop of dark brown hair that falls straight to his ears and covers his forehead, with heavy brows of the same dark hue.

His eyes are a murky brown, like two pools of stagnant water, peering out from a pale face not suited to the harsh sun of Southern. As a result he must take care when outdoors, and is often seen red and peeling due to burns. M'lon is mid-range of the bell curve for height upon Pern. He is also rather thin, with only a small amount of lean muscle upon his bones despite his duties as a dragonrider. He has a large scar on his right shoulder, a souvenir from a particularly nasty Threadfall.

M'lon takes great care in his clothing choices to compensate what genetics gave him and visits a seamstress so as his clothing always fits well. He favors dark colors, such as greens, browns, blacks and deep reds, and has them cut in pants and tunics that flatter his lean frame, rather than dwarf it.

Personality: M'lon is the eternal optimist and likes to think the best of people, not only giving second chances, but third, fourth and fifth. This trait seems to have risen from an unblemished childhood, one where those he grew up with were trusted family and friends and people who seemed to genuinely care for him. Unfortunately this makes him incredibly naive, and his incessant good mood can be tiring at times. Faced with adversity, he tries to turn a blind eye.

He is a friendly and sociable being, often poking his nose into other people's business with a word of 'friendly’ advice, assuming that others will find it as helpful as he himself believes it to be.

M'lon is a hard worker, though he is the type that must be instructed to do a task, having little initiative of his own. Despite being the eldest of his siblings, it was always Alias who came up with the hair-brained schemes, M'lon tagging along.

As a lover M'lon showers affection on his chosen, however he is very fickle and generally does not stay with one person for longer than 3 months. His attention span, and interest often waver earlier than this, and he is never one to commit.

History: It was lust at first sight for Journeyman Milas when he first laid eyes on Allahna of green Frintenth some 26 Turns ago on assignment at Talune Weyr. Unfortunately the same could not be said for the greenrider. However the Harper's incessantness eventually wore her down and she realized she could do far worse than the Harper as a weyrmate. Over the Turns she grew to love the man and gave him three children, including their eldest and only son Milasson.

Milasson had a rarely uneventful childhood, oblivious to the political events that occurred in the Weyr around him. Despite the odd childhood illness and the usual scrapes and bumps an active boy gets, Milasson was a healthy and happy child who was loved by his parents and (usually) got along with his two younger sisters, especially Alias the closest to him in age.

Alias and Milasson spent many a candlemark playing together and having 'adventures' around the Weyr, although it was Alias who would suggest the more daring of games, often getting them into such trouble that neither could sit down for days after the incident.

Having grown up in a Weyr, Milasson could not think of anything he would rather be than a dragonrider. Luckily for him, shortly after his 12th Turnday when his parents were hinting that he might look into choosing a Craft for himself, he was permitted to Stand for the Senior Queen's clutch. When the Hatching occurred he was ecstatic to Impress blue Okasrith, his family smiling proudly from the Stands, as he became M'lon.

His weyrlinghood went much the same way his earlier childhood had with little cause for excitement although he did spend a great deal of time in the kitchens or helping to store firestone for the upcoming Pass.

It was as a graduate that he started to have some awareness of what went on the Weyr around him, having graduated at a time when their was only one gold left, and her never having laid a queen egg. As with the rest of the Weyr, he watched the flight, confused by the dark thing that blocked Rukbhat high in the sky above the mating dragons.

However his duties at the Weyr occupied him during this time as they readied for Fall, and he soon forgot of the peculiarity that had occurred, the death of both Weyrleader and Weyrwoman further pushed it from mind.

It was not until Hatching when M'lon ferried Candidates to the Hatching Ground, and then awaited the newly Impressed that he was reminded of the eclipse as it had been called. It was his first glimpse of the colored eggs, and as the Clutch Hatched dragons of a coloring never before seen on Pern, he was as amazed as the rest of the Weyr.

It took time for M'lon to adjust seeing these strange new colors around the Weyr, although with his usual optimism he thought it signified a new and better era for Talune, choosing to ignore suggestions that dragons like his own blue were now inferior.

Having fought Thread since the early days of the Pass, both rider and dragon have sustained injuries. The worst was during the same Fall that resulted in the Opal's death, no-one expecting the pattern the Thread would take. M'lon took a large tangle of Thread on his right shoulder that seared through his jacket, while Okasrith's right wingsail was scorched. While out of action for quite a while, the pair did recover though M'lon sports a scar as a result and Okasrith occasionally has problems with his right wing.

When he had first Impressed, if asked, M’lon would have said he was homosexual. However this attitude has changed over the Turns with Okasrith's wins of green mating flights, and M'lon's subsequent partake in flight lust irrespective of gender. Deciding that bedding both sexes had its merits, and that to discriminate against one sex in the bedroom halved his pool of potential partners, M'lon now enjoys the status of bisexuality, having bedded any number of riders, weyrfolk and those outside the Weyr in the last six Turns or so.



Father: Journeyman Harper Milas (48)
Mother: Allahna of Green Frintenth (44)
Siblings: Alias (sister-20), Hilna (sister-16)

Pets: None



Dragon Name: Okasrith
Dragon Color: Blue
Age: 12
Personality: Okasrith is a delightful dragon and is easily pleased by such things as a good bathing and oiling. He is very obedient and takes directions from his Wingleader very seriously. Okasrith is always willing to help a fellow wing rider, and actually enjoys ferrying people to and from the Weyr. A good Search dragon, over the years he has identified a number of Talune's Candidates, who have gone on to Impress, of which he is proud of. However he is somewhat wary of the new colors, not quite believing his Mine's assurances that they in no way will replace him, and constantly feels as if he must push himself to show he is as good as any other dragon.

Appearance: Okasrith is a medium sized blue at 27.5m, and has a lithe, streamlined body that enables him to take sharp turns and dives after Thread. His wing span is normal for a blue of his size, however there is discoloration to the right wing due to a Thread scoring and when over-exerting himself the wing may cause him pain. His general coloring is the bright blue of the Harpers Hall, although he does have patches of a navy blue scattered across his back, and is underside is a shade lighter than his back, a more summer sky azure. Like his rider, he shows a great deal of concern over his appearance, bathing frequently and ensuring his hide is oiled to a glistening sheen.

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Battle For The Sun-Placebo
I will battle for the sun.
And I won’t stop until I’m done.
You are getting in the way.
And I have nothing left to say.

Weyr: Black Sands Weyr
Name: Valeena
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Rank: Weyrwoman
Age: 24

Appearance: Despite her mother’s diminutive stature, Valeena stands a couple of inches above the average Pernese woman, apparently taking after her father in at least this regard. A lanky, fine boned child, Valeena became a slim waisted-woman with an unimpressive cleavage, although well rounded hips. Pregnancy nonetheless has altered her frame somewhat, making her breasts larger and more noticeable, and adding a bit of weight to her thighs and bottom which no amount of food restrictions and exercise seemed to shift, to her despair. Not even her two Turns as a gold rider have managed to completely alter the remaining baby weight, however it has gone some way to giving her body a more toned appearance, especially her slender legs which now sport well defined calf and abductor muscles. Regardless Valeena is still an attractive woman; however she cares less about her looks these days than when she was Vesuvian’s mistress and was vying to become his wife.

Valeena has a peaches-and cream like complexion, although on extended sun exposure it does warm to a light honey color and brings out a smattering of freckles across nose and cheeks.

She has a heart shaped face, surrounded by a mass of dark chocolate colored hair that falls with a distinct wave to mid-waist. Unfortunately her hair is prone to frizzing and Valeena will spend a great amount of time in the morning brushing and dressing her hair only to have wisps of it escape the confines of even the severest of hairstyles by afternoon. Her dark eyebrows are thin and shapely, sitting above eyes that are a base light green color of newly unfurled foliage in spring. Within the pale iris there are a smattering of emerald and gold flecks, and of all her features it is her eyes Valeena likes best. The young woman has a long straight nose and lips that are a little too thin for her liking, often giving her face a severe look to it, even when she does not intend it to.

She has mastered the art of concealing her thoughts, while her mind is churning incessantly Valeena can easily maintain a nlakc, rather bored expression, and only when it is in her interests or when she is taken utterly by shock will the façade slip.

As with the rest of her appearance, Valeena aims for a rather polished look, a remnant from her time spent at Nusa Hold attempting to catch the eye of it’s Lord Holder. This also extends to the way she carries herself; Valeena has very good posture and always stands to her full height, earning her the reputation of being rather stuck up, one she does not bother to dispel. She spends all her available marks on clothing, and that which she can not afford she attempts to sew herself by buying the raw materials. Although with her current position little is out of her price range these days. As might be expected for one good with a needle, she has long, slender fingers. She loves dresses and skirts that fall to the knee and reveal her shapely legs, and that cinch in at the waist, emphasizing her own narrow one. She wears bright colors, though never yellows or oranges as they bring a sickly pallor to her skin which she detests.

Valeena remains physically unscathed, apart from a small, white scar the size of a 10 cent piece on her right upper arm, obtained as a child when she brushed against a pot her mother had been tending in the kitchens of Talune Hold. However if certain other memebers of Black Sands are anything to go by it seems only a matter of time before her remarkably unblemished body obtains a few choice battle scars.

Personality: Ambitious. No word is more apt to summarize Valeena with than this. Once she hit her teens, her main goal in life was to be someone. Not content with living the life of a drudge as her mother had, she constantly strived to better herself and make something of her life despite her humble beginnings. Her artillery in achieving such a goal? A wickedly sharp mind, passion, determination, and self-confidence in abundance.

Valeena can be patient, up to a certain degree. However Valeena is not one to simply wait for things to fall in her lap, or to sit around twiddling her thumbs waiting for Turns on end for events to happen. Valeena recognized that if she wanted things to change she had to take action, remaining at her mother’s side in Talune Hold would never have got her anywhere. She wants to be influential, and she wants it now. And if that means manipulating and forsaking those around her, so be it, if they had been smart enough they would have seen it coming. This does not mean she does not crave companionship at times, she has spent the better part of her adult life lonely, however she realizes that ruthlessness is the only way she will get anywhere and hence the idea of friendship is somewhat less of a priority.

The young woman is certainly not the most affectionate of humans to grace Pern, the people she regards as friend can be counted on the one hand, however she can be a rather amicable person at first appearances, and could be for a prolonged period of time should she choose to be. Perhaps best described as a human Venus fly trap she invites people into her confidence with sweet words and an irresistibility only to spit them out once she has used them. However her reputation does often precede her and makes those around her rather wary.

Valeena was never a very vain girl as a child, and even in her early teen years gave little thought to her appearance, however when she first set off to make a name for herself, she realized a clever mind can only get you so far. Men were much more easily enticed by a pretty face, and an attractive body, although unless such things were followed by tender caresses and sweet words, their interest would soon waver. It was with the knowledge of this that she set out to seduce a Lord Holder, and as a result vanity in her appearance ensued.

From an early age Valeena held a great contempt for her father, stemming from a child’s hurt at the rejection of a parent. It would make sense then, as a result, that she shared a close relationship with her mother. And while this may have been true of her formative years, the older Valeena got the greater her mother’s presence wearied her until Valeena reached the point where she began to tune out every time her mother began to speak. In spite of her relatively loose ties with her parents, when her first son was born her natural maternal instinct kicked in, perhaps giving an indication of the woman Valeena could have been had she not been so driven in her desire to become someone of note.


History: Cera charmed by B’vin’s looks and promises of giving her a better life at the Weyr, promptly fell pregnant after a month of knowing the brownrider. By the time she got around to informing B’vin, he already had his eye on another woman and was quick to dismiss Cera. Broken-hearted the drudge gave birth to what was to be her only child, a girl who she named Valeena.

As a child, Valeena was a delight. She was her mother’s shadow and enjoyed helping Cera in her tasks, the other drudges of the Hold looking upon her with fond indulgence. The girl was bright and sociable, having many friends amongst the children of the Hold, one of which may have been Vesuvian, though she has no recollection of this. She was constantly coming up with some new game to play with her friends and she experienced the usual ups and downs of childhood. All in all it was a very happy existence and while her future did not look bright it was at the very least secure.

As she grew older the rose tinted glasses she had seen her life through as a child, were misplaced, and Valeena was aware of the harsh realities of her life. Cera, thinking her daughter was now of an age to confide in, began complaining about her perceived harsh existence and would tell Valeena of the life her father had promised for Cera. Valeena could not understand why her mother had never tried to improve things on her own, and believed Cera was still waiting on her unknown father to come and whisk her off to the Weyr.

The continual whingeing wore on Valeena, until the young woman could hardly stand to be around her mother, disgusted by her litany of constant grievances and yet seemingly disinterest in doing anything more than blather on about her imagined hardships with her fellow drudges or Valeena herself. However as much as she had come to dislike her mother, she detested her brown rider of a father more, unable to understand how a man could choose not to acknowledge his own child. As a result she thought all riders were tarnished with the same brush, and held a great contempt for dragons and riders alike for quite a number of Turns.

It was perhaps a mixture of the disdain Valeena felt towards her mother, and a rebellious act of teenage Turns, that caused Valeena to accept the very first offer of an apprenticeship at 13 Turns of age. Although two Turns older than most apprentices she was apprenticed to the Weaver Hall on the northern continent after a visit from one of their Masters, glad of the large amount of land and water that separated herself and Cera. It seemed to the young girl that this was the chance she had been looking for to change her luck, and prevent her following the same path as her mother. Having a craft she could earn her own marks, could walk the tables and even become a Master!

So off to the Weaver Hall she went and it was here she learnt the ability to make clothes and the properties of the individual dyes. And while she had an aptitude for the task, there were too many other better apprentices for her ever to be recognized as anything more than good. After a while monotony set in and Valeena felt she would never achieve anything stuck in the Craft.

It was around the time that Valeena may have been invited to walk the tables that rumors of a new Hold back near her old Hold home reached the North. While mixing dyes she overheard the conversation between two Masters, one who thought it was scandalous that a child of no Blood should proclaim himself as a Lord Holder. Valeena came to learn that this Lord Holder, Vesuvian, was also born and bred in Talune Hold as she herself had been.

Deciding that such a man would surely understand her own ambition and convinced him would need a woman such as herself by his side; she departed from the Weaver Hall, still an apprentice. Using her womanly wile and charms she managed to get herself passage back South to the newly founded Nusa Hold, confidant that she could become Lady Holder.

What Valeena had failed to think of in her excitement and haste to get to the Hold was that she was an unknown apprentice with no marks or lands, and that many other girls, or at least their parents, had had the same idea when they had heard of the unmarried, newly appointed Lord Holder. As a result she took a position as a drudge, promising herself it would only be temporary.

There was any number of women fawning over the man, all too ready to bed a Lord Holder, who seemed to get bored easily and moved on to the next willing female with no hesitation whatsoever. However Valeena did have one thing that seemingly few of the other girls had, and that was brains. While Vesuvian bedded and discarded the woman who threw them at him, Valeena held herself aloof, avoiding his advances and making excuses to leave if caught in his presence. She realized that while an attractive body could lure a man it could only capture his attention for a short time unless there was something more behind the pretty face and willing body. And so Valeena kept the game up, all the time giving him coy looks under her eyelashes, knowing that the longer he had to wait the more he wanted her. It was obvious enough to her that Vesuvian had started to look upon her as some sort of prize but Valeena was wary of
giving herself up to his advances too early. After all she had not come all this way to be a mere bedmate. No, she had her sights set on becoming Lady of Nusa Hold and everything else paled in comparison.

It was shortly after her nineteenth Turnday, having tired of the pretence and deciding if she dallied any longer Vesuvian might become more frustrated than amused, that she fell into bed with the Lord Holder. And while the Lord Holder seemed entertained enough by her wit and skills in the bed to keep her by his side, he also seemed content to leave there relationship as that of Holder and mistress to Valeena's displeasure.

Frustrated, Valeena tried to think of a way to have Vesuvian commit to her, and as luck would have it she fell pregnant. Deciding that surely as an unmarried Lord Holder he would want to acknowledge his child, and possible heir some Turns in the future, it was with delight she shared the news with Vesuvian, waiting for his proposal. However it never came. Vesuvian seemed pleased enough over the news but the only change to their relationship that occurred during her pregnancy was that he did not ask her to share his bed.

Valeena gave birth to a healthy son, which she loved from the moment she set eyes on the child. And while Vesuvian still seemed pleased to keep the arrangement as it was, Valeena took solace in the presence of her beautiful boy. Valeena loved her son and doted upon the infant, often standing by his crib afraid that he might stop breathing in his sleep. Unfortunately once her milk dried up, Vesuvian sent the baby away to be fostered without asking what she thought, and Valeena became quite depressed, having expected a number of Turns with her son before he had to be fostered. It was during this time she fell pregnant for a second time, some 9 months after her first son’s birth. As easy as the first pregnancy had been, so this one was hard. The young woman spent the last three months confined to her bed. However when the baby was born, another boy, it was evident something was not right with the child. He was small and sickly and the child was spirited away to Faranth knew where without Valeena having a chance to hold her baby, Vesuvian assuring her it was for the best.

The woman was slow to convalesce from the birth and it was two months later before Valeena started to recover, the pain over losing both her sons fresh and her body battered from the hard pregnancy and labor. However she began to realize during this time that Vesuvian was becoming rather friendly with a particularly well endowed brunette, Kilarna, while she languished. Realizing that she might lose Vesuvian to the younger woman and with it any chance to become Lady Holder, she began to heal quickly, determined not to lose sight of her goal.

Valeena pushed to the back of her mind the pain she felt over her sons, taking the young, woman under her wing. The silly girl believed Valeena had her best interests at heart, and when Kilarna asked Valeena of her opinion of whether to accept an offer of marriage from a minor Holder, or stay at the Hold with her parents, Valeena assured the girl that marriage was definitely the solution, and so left the Hold to marry the man. With Kilarna well away form Vesuvian and Nusa Hold, Valeena worked on regaining her figure and keeping Vesuvian happy

After 4 turns at Nusa Hold, and at least 3 and half of them as Vesuvian’s mistress, Valeena came to the realization that Vesuvian would never marry her, that she had now given him everything he had wanted without having to wed her. Realising her folly Valeena chose to leave before being discarded, too proud to let such a thing happen. With little options left, and determined not to return to her mother and Talune Hold, Valeena ventured North in the hope that perhaps the Weaver Hall would take her back; it was not an ideal solution but the only palatable one remaining.

I will brush off all the dirt.
And I will pretend it didn’t hurt.
You are a black and heavy weight.
And I will not participate.

Valeena found passage to the North easy to obtain however what she had neglected factor in was that leaving Nusa Hold in the middle of its balmy summer meant she arrived to the bone-chilling, bitter Northern Winter. The very first thing she looked for was a warm bed for the night, and found one in a small alehouse near the port she had docked in at. It was while she was having a cup of warmed wine, tucked away in a corner of the main room of the alehouse that an Illuison rider from Black Sands approached her. When Valeena realized the man was a rider she turned to her side so her back faced him, having little time for dragon kind or the men who chose to ride them. D’hrian, as she was to discover his name was, looked on in bemusement, sitting down next to her despite her frosty reception.

“I know who you are. And Vesuvian was not pleased at all to find his pet mistress had left.” The man whispered into her ear, and Valeena turned around in shock, her pale eyes narrowed in anger and barely concealed fear. No one had given her a second look thus far on her journey and yet this man spoke as if he knew of her well. “I also have heard you’re quite ambitious and I have a proposition to make that far surpasses anything Vesuvian could have offered you, far beyond being the mere wife of a Lord Holder. We have a clutch at Black Sands, and we need someone like you to Impress our queen. It is imperative that she bonds with a strong woman, someone who is not easily…swayed…by others.” The man waited for Valeena’s reaction leaning on the back of her chair, sure the woman would take the bait.

And how correct his assumption was. Valeena’s dislike for riders had been founded on a father she had never known, had never been more than a generalization. If the Weyr however could offer her the position she so craved, feed the beast within her that was ambition, it was too tantalizing an opportunity to ignore; her disdain could easily be shed like a coat past its use. In her eagerness to accept she forgot about the rumors she had heard of Black Sands, even far South in Nusa stories had filtered though, did not ask the man how he knew so much about her, fearful that if she did he would become offended and renegade on his offer.

And that was how, when the Clutch laid by the Senior Weyrwoman’s gold Hatched, Valeena was amongst the white clad, sandle footed Candidates grouped loosely on the Sands. Not once through the Hatching did she allow her attention be diverted by the Hatching of the eggs around her, the young dragons milling about on the sands. No, Valeena had eyes for only one prize, wanted only the dragon that remained within the queen egg as her own. And it seemed her patience and single-mindedness was to be rewarded. The queen was the last egg to emerge from the confines of hard shell, bursting through the amniotic fluid and membranes with an eagerness that belied her previous inactivity, sending shards of shell ricocheting along the hot sands of the Hatching Cavern. The dainty gold shook out her wings, as if to dry them of the birth fluids that coated her, using her maw to remove a stray piece of shell that clung tenaciously to her left front leg. Having finished her preening the gold lifted her head, rainbow eyes whirling a sedate pace as they met the intense gaze of Valeena. Picking her way through the mess of shells she did not break the contact she shared with Valeena, once having reached her feet settling down on the warm sands. You have been waiting for your Ailith a long time, havn’t you? The dragon cocked her head to one side, revealing an intelligence most newly Hatched dragons lacked.

Valeena nodded her head mutely, forgetting to tell the Weyr her dragon’s name, forgetting that there was anyone else besides herself and Ailith on the Sands. She had scoffed at the stories others had told her, of the intense array of emotions and devotion one felt when they met their bonded, that warm glow that suffused every cell of a person’s body. Valeena had believed none of it, had only wanted to Impress a gold because of the power she would have at her disposal not because she cared overly much about sharing a bond with anyone, least of all a dragon. What she had not counted on was falling irrevocably in love, and having that love reciprocated by a being as magnificent as Ailith was.

As weyrlings the pair remained on the relative outskirts of the Weyr’s politics. They were considered too young by most to be a threat, and while a few more crafty individuals entertained the notion of controlling the young queen and her rider, the Senior Weyrwoman realized this quite early on and implemented certain precautions to protect them. It was this almost motherly behaviour of the older woman that endeared her to Valeena, and despite never having had a confidant before coming to Black Sands, she found one in the Weyrwoman. However it was a rather unusual friendship, especially considering that now only Weyrwoman Dabria stood between her and the position of Weyrwoman, the jewel that had been dangled in front of Valeena to get her to come to Black Sands. Whether Dabria had recognized the danger Valeena may have posed and gone to extra lengths to befriend the girl, and hence ensure her position as Weyrwoman remained unthreatened, is possible but the intimacy that developed was certainly not forced by either woman.

However things never remain static, and this was certainly the case at Black Sands. While Valeena had not remained oblivious of the mind games that were played out around her, neither was she fully aware of the extent to which they were carried out.

Ailith was just shy of two Turns, the occupants of the Weyr constantly eyeing off the young gold to determine whether her hide was any more dazzling than the previous day, when Dabria requested Valeena to attend to her in her own weyr. Valeena had barely sat down, the Weyrwoman about to pour them both klah, when Dabria’s gold gave a bellow from her position on the weyr ledge. Having received the warning mentally from her dragon Dabria grabbed Valeena by the arm, and dragged the younger woman with her to her bedroom. “Get under the bed, and don’t so much as breath. If he knows you’re here it will be all the more worse,” Dabria whispered, giving Valeena a final shove,the young woman heeding the Weyrwoman’s words, quickly clambering into the confined space.

From her cramped position Valeena could hear raised voices, Dabria’s most certainly, but the deeper voice, the male voice, was too muffled for her to detect. Then there was the sound of long strides, two pairs of booted feet making there way into the bedroom, and Valeena curled up on herself, as if by decreasing the area she took up she could make herself invisible. There was a slam, a body being thrown into something hard, and a scream, coming from Dabria. “What you plan to do is wrong, and while there is breath in my body I will prevent you from doing it,” Dabria’s voice was scathing, but her breathing was laboured, as if she was sporting a number of cracked ribs.

“Well then perhaps I will have to do something about that, we can’t have a stupid woman fouling up D’myn’s intrigues now, can we? Pity D’myn himself was too busy to do this, I am sure he would have enjoyed watching you squirm. And yet it does make for a nice touch. The son you never had any time for turns on you.” the man spoke menancingly, the voice finally recognizable. D’hrian, the Illusion rider who had brought Valeena to Black Sands. Valeena bit back the gasp of surprise. “Luckily for me, I did not come entirely alone.” The sound of two more people entered the room. “I am sure you recognize P’trak and Larie?” The names meant nothing to Valeena, but must have to Dabria as the woman gave a low growl. “They, and their dragons, are the reason why your gold is nothing but a blubbering, incoherent mass now, why she can not speak to you, or any of you allies, as I am sure you well realise.” D’hrian’s voice took on a rather bored tone, as if he was talking about the weather or some other such topic that did little to hold his attention. “A shame really, to have no one to help you. But at least this way we can keep it rather quiet, no huge mess to clean up, no overly elaborate story to concoct.”

Valeena cursed her own inability to do anything. She did not know who was sympathetic to Dabria and who was against her, could not get Ailith to contact anyone else in fear that it would be the wrong person. And from the sounds of it Miseries were involved. If that was true, there was really little anyone else could do. “Now be a good Weyrwoman and take hold of this knife,” there was the sound of metal being drawn, Dabria giving a mirthless laugh. “You really think I am just going to slit my wrists because you tell me? You must be delusional.”

“Yes, you will do exactly that, because I tell you too. P’trak, get Hikinth onto our dear Weyrwoman, it seems she needs a little persuasion.” The Misery rider did as bidden, and the cry from Dabria was muffled by a hand pressed to her mouth. “Now do it, pick up the knife…. good. And press it against the vein, deeper, deeper,” D’hrian’s voice was cajoling, coaxing Dabria on as she wielded the steel against her veins. Then the knife cluttered to the floor, D’hrian rolling Dabria onto the bed. “We’ll have to wait to make sure she did it properly, but it should not take too long,” the Illusion rider remarked to the other two riders. “Such a tragic death, she really was so overcome with grief at her lover’s rejection of her. Wasn’t she? Poor mother.” The two Misery riders were quick to agree, “Still who would have thought she was suicidal. Such a sad state of affairs.” The room descended into silence, Valeena sure her heart was thumping loudly enough that it was only a matter of moments before someone discovered her.

It was the heart-wrenching keen that arose from all around the Weyr that the three riders had obviously been waiting for, the sign that Dabria, and with her her gold Queen, had passed into between forever. “And that’s our cue to leave. I am sure it won’t be long until someone finds her decaying corpse. I best return to D’myn, not that he will need me to tell him it was done what with the racket and carrying on going on.” The sound of three sets of footfalls retreated from the bedroom.

However Valeena remained under the bed for quite sometime, feeling incredibly shaken, unable to accept that she had just heard her mentor being forced into suicide. Scared that if she was to crawl out now there would be someone waiting for her. How had D’hrian managed to go through all of that so dispassionately? Valeena recognized that she herself was ruthless, but what D’hrian had just done, at D’myn’s insistence from the sounds of things, was something else entirely. While she had never liked the Weyrleader, the unfamiliar grief she now experienced manifested itself into an intense loathing for the Amber rider. At his behest her only friend at Black Sands had died, and while this now meant she had achieved her goal, had finally within her grasp the power she so craved, it was bittersweet, tainted by D’myn and D’hrian.

It’s safe to come out Mine, Ailith bespoke her rider, her voice overlayed with grief. I am waiting on the ledge for you. Trusting her dragon, Valeena emerged from under the bed eyes darting around the room before running to Ailith wrapping her arms tightly around the ashen dragon. Let’s go back to our Weyr now.

I will battle for the sun.
Cause I have stared down the barrel of a gun.
No fun, you are a cheap and nasty fake.
And I am the bones you couldn’t break!

From that day forth Valeena was thrusted into the intricacies of the Weyr, having gone from bit player to leader in the space of a few short days. Those that had been in alliance with Dabria sought her out merely a day after the death of the Weyrwoman. And yet there was no question as to where her loyalties lay, her newly conceived hatred for D’myn not having lessened in intensity, knowing that by siding with Dabria’s contacts not only was she undermining D’myn but seeking vengeance. And yet for all her resentment she managed to keep it well concealed when around D’myn, giving no indication that she knew of the circumstances surrounding Dabria’s death, choosing for the time being to give the Weyrleader the impression she was submissive and obedient.


Father: B’liner of Brown Peklinth (51 Turns-Identity of father unknown to Valeena, she only knows him to be a brown rider at Talune Weyr)
Mother: Cera, Drudge at Talune Hold (44)
Siblings: None that she knows of (possible her father might have sired other children)
Children: Two sons though she does not know whether either are still alive and if so where they are.
Pets: None as of yet

Dragon Name: Ailith
Dragon Color: Gold
Age: 2
Personality: Ailith has a shrewd intelligence that far surpasses that of a normal gold, most likely a survival of the fittest manifestation that allows her to endure, and lead, in a Weyr that consists of mutants with such dangerous powers, such as the Miseries and Wildfires. It keeps her one step ahead of tbose who would attempt to manipulate her and use her position of power for their own desires. As far as golds go she can be positively scheming, however this is again another survival technique, and one that is only evident when the Queen perceives a threat, and is used to diffuse situations.

She is not malicious, and will not plot purely for the sake of creating chaos and discord. In fact she hates useless caranage and violence for, unlike the rather large number of her Weyr who seem to enjoy it. Mind she is not naïve. Ailith realizes that at times physical measures are the only way to make some people and dragons learn however what she can not understand is Xanturnoth and D’myn’s desire to decimate the other Weyrs when for the most part they leave Black Sands well enough alone.

The young gold is serious, and even as a weyrling, Ailith was rarely playful, choosing to spend her time more wisely by keeping herself clean, or figuring out which dragons held ill will towards herself and her Mine. She treats her new found role as Senior Queen with great solemnity, realizing just how much weight the position carries and how precarious her position is should shelet her guard down at anytime. Ailith also recognises that of all the dragons in the Weyr she is perhaps the only one that has even the smallest amount of control on Xanturnoth, for if she chooses another male in her upcoming flight he could lose his position as Weyrleader, and hence a measure of the iron fister control he exerts.

Ailith is incredibly vain and fussy. She hates being dirty and bathes daily while having Valeena oil her every other day so her hide always remains polished and glistening. This tendency extends to the way she eats, rather than mauling her food, she picks at it delicately, hating the idea of smearing herself with animal fat and juices.

The young gold does not rush into decisions impulsively; instead she weighs up all sides of an argument before coming to a conclusion. She is incredibly obstinate, as the majority of her color are. Once her mind is made up on a subject it would take some very impressive persuasion, or exploitation, for her to be convinced that her views are inaccurate particularly considering the rather thorough contemplation that brought her to the decision in the first place.

While Ailith has no qualms bespeaking humans other than Valeena, she will not mince her words, only speaking when she has something to say and using her words for maximum effect, preferring a direct approach.

Appearance: As a newborn dragon Ailith was rather lanky, her wings and legs were thin and long, where as her upper body was more muscular and stocky. Luckily this was just an adolescent phase and now, as Ailith fast approaches sexual maturation her body is in perfect proportion for a gold; legs, wings and body all effective in tandem to produce what is truly a breathtaking dragon As for size Ailith sits slightly above average at 43 metres long. Ailith carries herself regally, as befitting a dragon of her rank, and rather like her rider maintains perfect posture.

Her hide is a range of golds, the base color a marvelous antique gold. Over this, and in particularly covering her dorsal surface is an almost swirl like pattern of a more yellow gold, the effect similar to getting two pots of paint, one of antique and one of yellow gold, and spinning a paint bursh through them. Lighter speckles, so light they may almost be regarded as white gold, scatter across her hind legs and tail, with a few stray, larger spots dotting her belly. As with all dragons native to Black Sands she sports a matte black six-pointed star on her right flank, and the sparkle of her hide is somewhat diminished due to the black cast that is also a result of having Hatched at Black Sands, however rather than being ashamed that her hide does not quite glisten with the same intensity that the golds of other Weyrs does, she believes it makes her look less like a gaudy trinket and more like a piece of fine jewelery that has been lovingly passed down as an heirloom.

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Weyr: Eden

Name: Accalia

Gender:Female

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Rank:Weyrfolk

Age: 34

Appearence: Accalia is very tall for a Pernese woman, and above average even by male height standards at 6'2. Along with her height she has long appendages, most noticeable of these being her legs, which constantly seem to impede her movement. Her figure can only be described as boyish, from bust to hips it is almost a vertical descent, with only a subtle hint of curves at both these points. Unfortunately she is not particularly appealing to the general male population, however neither is she disturbingly gruesome, rather falling in between at just plain and if it was not for her height most would forget her quite easily.

The woman has lightly tanned skinned, a rather pretty fawny-gold color, with eyes of a rich dark brown situated in her elongated face. Her hair is also a shade of brown, though lighter, a hue with the unfortunate name mousey brown. It falls straight to her shoulders and she has a fringe that skims the top of her dark eyebrows. Her nose is small and has a slightly squashed look to it.

She dresses to make herself oblivious, so favours drab, dark colors. Unfortunately for a girl of her height, unless she specifically gets clothes made up for her, she generally has to wear male clothing, although the notion does not bother her overly much.

Accalia has numerous scars, scratches and bruises on her body, however the fault of nearly every single one lies with her and her clumsiness.

Personality: Accalia was an awkward child, and not much changed as she approached adulthood. Constantly tripping over her own feet and knocking into things, her balance is only slightly better these days, a result of Turns of accidents and a good deal of caution. She is a walking disaster zone, and often found covered in bruises or in the infirmary getting patched up from her latest fall or accident. It is as if she had never really got used to her tall, lanky body. The only times Accalia seems to have a shred of grace are upon the back of her dragon or in the water.

As a result of her clumsiness social gatherings or being in rooms full of people cause her extreme anxiety, as she knows more often than not she will make a spectacle of herself. While Accalia does not mind a good friend laughing at her expense she can not stand it from a room of people and shies away from the slightest bit of attention, rather keeping to herself. Neither is she good at idle, shallow conversation which seems to be the norm of such affairs.

When there is no option but for her to attend such gatherings she attempts to make herself invisible on the outskirts, although her height marks her out like a sore thumb. As a result of this combined with her acumen she is very observant, and is usually a good judge of character, picking up on certain traits of a person that remain all but hidden from the casual spectator.

Despite her dislike of large social groups when in her comfort zone among close friends and family, the witty and clever girl is revealed. She can easily hold her own in conversations on a variety of topics however she thinks things over carefully before saying them out loud. Accalia is hardly the type to voice every thought that pops into her head and is often content to play the patient listener.

Not prone to fits of anger or rage, Accalia dislikes confrontation and if she feels insulted or hurt she keeps it to herself, rather than make a fuss and bring more attention down upon her head. This is not to say some things do not rile her, particularly any real or imagined slight to Rownith.

History: As the youngest of 4, Accalia was doted upon by her elder siblings and parents and had quite an easy life at East Hold, so far as could be had with the numerous accidents she was involved in. Lcukily for her, she never heard the rumours that others spoke of when they saw the girl covered in bruises and bandages, her parents sheltering her from such nonsense.

At the age of 11 Turns, things took a dive for the worse. Her father, who had seemed such a healthy and virile man, caught pneumonia and was bed-ridden for quite sometime. Things seemed to be getting better for him, until the usual colds and flus of the Winter season started spreading. With his weakened immune system, Lethan was hit badly, and died only a few days later from the secondary infection. Accalia was distraught. Her father had been her confidant, the one she had come to with her childish joys and woes, the one who had cradled her as she cried after breaking an arm, or twisting an ankle, always having with a kind, reassuring words for her.

And then Accalia became fearful for the rest of her family. They seemed all well now, but then so had her father. Who would be the next to leave her? Then and there, she decided to become a Healer, hoping that by learning the craft she would not only be able to save her own loved ones, but those of other people as well. After all with the number of accidents she had it seemed a good place to be.

Over the next Turn she shadowed the Healers at the Hold, of course getting under their feet, and creating general havoc wherever she went. Finally the Master in residence sent a letter to the Healer Hall, and Accalia was accepted as an apprentice. It was with great joy that she receieved the news, although when she realised this would mean leaving her family, it was tempered with some degree of sadness.

Nonetheless as the Turns passed by she became proficient in the skills of Healing, although her teachers felt she would hurt more people with her clumsiness then help once she progressed to Journeyman stage. She heard the news with regret and a great deal of hurt, though it was not until she was alone by herself that she shed tears over it.

Nearing her sixteenth Turn, a Search was conducted for a Clutch at Eden Weyr. Rather surprisingly for all parties concerned, one of the dragons took a liking to the girl, and she was asked if she wished to Stand. Accalia knew little about dragons or the Weyrlife except from that which she had learnt from the Ballads, and had never even thought of a life as a rider. However remebering the words of her teachers, she nodded her head silently. Surely she would be better off in a place where they felt they needed her, than here at the Hall where others though she was a hindrance.

On the day of Hatching, Accalia had already prepared herself for rejection, and surely enough she failed to Impress. She resumed duties as a drudge at the Weyr, until a Turn later when she was convinced to Stand again. This time she permitted herself to hope and Jade Rownith came up to her and asked why she had such a peculiar expression on her face.

Weyrlinghood followed the same pattern of Accalia's life, in that her teachers worried over her clutziness; Accalia and Rownith were the last pair to be permitted to fly. However it seemed in the air, and with Rownith's encourgament, the mishaps that palgued Accalia on ground vanished. A relief to Accalia and the Weyrling master.

Now, some four Turns since Impression, Accalia leads a happy life as member of Eden Weyr, grateful for the constantly encouraging and loving presence that is Rownith.

Father: Lethan (Deceased)
Mother: Mirae (Journeywoman Baker-50)
Siblings: Mae (sister-30), Lenne (sister-28), Crikan (brother-25)

Pets: None



Dragon Name: Rownith
Dragon Color: Jade
Age: Deceased
Personality: Despite her small size in relation to other dragons of her color, Rownith has a personality to match that of a much bigger dragon. She is terribly vain and gets grumpy when male dragons do not show her the deference she believes she deserves. Rownith is an irrepressible flirt, and is happiest in the few days before and during a flight when the males of the Weyr bevy around her, trying to win her over with compliments. Luckily for her she rises often. Frequently she chooses her mate purely on his ability to woo her, not having to care about the size of a Clutch or leadership of a Weyr, however she does like to draw out the process.

As far as Rownith is concerned she is not only as good as any Queen, but better. To compare her to a green, despite undoubtedly being a mutation of the line, will result in a life long snubbing of the reprobate, as it is an offence Rownith finds unforgivable.

It is only when airborne or on Search Rownith's intelligence is displayed, all asinine thoughts about superiority vanishing, although whether this is due to Accalia’s influence or her own natural ability is debatable.

Appearence: Rownith is on the smaller side for a jade at 21m, only just bigger than the smallest of greens. (Though of course this comparison would never be made in her hearing.) Her wings however are slightly larger than what would be expected proportionally for her body size, both in width and length. This does not seem impede her flight in, she is as swift as any other jade, her agile, muscular body performing feats during flights that would leave Accalia cringing in horror if she were not overcome with flight-lust.

Her hide is as striking as the gemstone she is named after, the base shade a light leafy green colour, however shades of other green scatter across her body; emerald green at the head while her front legs and belly are a pale, granny smith apple green. Freshly bathed and oiled her hide gleams like polished stone, although it is not nearly as cool or hard to touch.

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Weyr: Crystal Cavern

Name: J'ran (Jacahran)

Gender:Male

Sexuality: Herterosexual

Rank: Wing second? Whatever's needed ^^

Age: 25

Appearence: To J'ran's utter disgust he stopped growing at 16 Turns, just short of the average height for Pernese males. He had hoped to achieve the height of his father, however is sseemed J'ran was fated to forever look up to his father.

Aside from this he has no qualms with his reflection, and if he did not receieve his father's height, it seems as if almost everything else gentically bestowed upon him did derive from the paternal side. His face is rectangular shaped form forehead to the maxilla of his jaw. His mandible tapers into a shallow bottomed curve, giving his face a rather long appearance. More often than not, you will find dark stubble along the jaw line, across the chin and skimming his upper lip. Note, it's never actual facial hair, it is debatable whether he can even grow a beard or moustache, but enough that it seems like he has a dark fuzz growing on his face.
His lips are rather thin, and asymmetrical. The right side of his lip appears slightly longer than the left.

J'ran's nose is long and narrow with a dusting of mostly unnoticebale freckles. His eyes are hazel, a mixture of grey, brown and green, the the darker coloring at the iris and then become lighter further away. He has black, moderate eyebrows that match the exact shade of his hair. His hair is worn just above his ears and temple and is moderately short, enough length for it to stick up in the mornings but nowehere enough to be considered long. His skin is quite pale, as suits the Northern climate he has spent his whole life in.

J'ran has never much been into clothing and the choosing of it, often grabbing the first clean thing he can lay his hands on, though he did make more of an effort for Gelian; the woman often buying clothes she thought would suit the bronzerider.

Personality: J'ran was always the adventorous type as a child, and not much changed in adulthood, except that with a dragon he could venture further and accomplish more. He had to try everything at least once, believing himself impervious, even when warned against doing so. If he learnt, by participation, the outcome was not so pleasant he would learn his lesson and move on, however there always seemed to be something else to be tested and tried.

He was decisive in any choices he made and would not move on from a task unless the previous one was accomplished, though he would easily got impatient and frustrated at times when things did not work the way he wanted them to.

The bronzerider was boisterous and enthusiastic, at his best when in the company of others, easily identifiable by his loud voice and ready laugh. Not always tactful, he often would say what came to his head, only thinking after the words left his mouth that perhaps they should have been left unsaid.

He had a streak of the competitor about him, the desire to perform the best spurring him on in life, whether it be in the air, with women or at a game of cards.

Unfortunately the untimely death of Gelian has sapped most of his personality and these days he is a surly man, who only welcomes the company of Minimeth, performing his duties with lack-lustre.

History: At the age when their friends were having children, try as they did Sachi did not once fall pregnant. Disappointed the couple decided they were just not meant to be parents and moved on with their lives, enjoying their life at the Vitner Hall. No doubt it came as quite a surprise when a trip to the Healers confirmed Sachi was pregnant at 36. With the her later-life pregnancy she ran into complications with high blood pressure and oedema of the legs, and while the labour was hard, she gave birth to a healthy, baby boy. The couple were thrilled with their son, bequeathing him the name Jacahran.

Jacharan was an inquisitive child, constantly sticking hands into anything he could find, placing small objects in his mouth, and pushing the boundaries set by his parents. Bewildered by the child's exuberance with both parents such calm people, they had to be on constant vigilance to ensure the child did not choke or put himself in mortal danger. Once he learned to form sentences he asked incessant questions, only to have one answered before asking another.

Having decided at a young age he wanted to be a dragonrider, he refused to learn the Vitner's craft despite his parents cajoling and encoragement. He was too young to drink the wine, why would he want to help make it?

He was Searched for Crystal Cavern half way through his twelfth Turn, and Impressed Bronze Minimeth, the last bronze of his Clutch to Hatch. Jacharan, now J'ran, could not keep the grin off his face, ecstatic that his dream of becoming a dragonrider was now fufilled.

They made there way through Weyrlinghood with little incident, J'ran pushing himself hard to make sure he was one of the first to learn the lessons, Minimeth encouraging and doing his own part in ensuring they remained near top of their class.

Minimeth had flown his fair share of flights over the Turns, caring little for the color hide he chased, and while J'ran had enjoyed his own participation in them it was rare for him to continue a relationship with the female's rider. It was three Turns after graduation however that Minimeth decided their was one color dragon he would avoid in future risings. A Magma rose, and despite warnings from other riders and dragons, the bronze pair welcomed the challenge, Minimeth confident that with his larger size he could easily overcome any resitance from the Magma. How foolish the two were. The Magma, at her very worst, decimated the unworthy males who had attemtped to fly after her, gouging Minimeth's head with her sharp claws and tearing at his wingsails. The bronze had dropped from the sky, his left wingsail in tatters, J'ran running over to the fallen bronze beast. It had taken Dragon-Healers a long time to piece together the delicate pieces of memebrane, and even longer before the wing could be used again but eventually it healed, the pair learning a painful lesson.

Shortly after J'ran's father passed away. While the young man was upset at his father's death, he also acknowledged the man had lived a long and fufilling life. His mother was content to remain at the Vitner Hall with her friends, although J'ran visits often.

It was some four Turns ago when J'ran first met Gelian, a bright, spirited Candidate. They became good friends, and J'ran was happy to watch on as the pretty, dark-haired girl Impressed Ruby Lillith. It was not until Lillith rose and Minimeth won the flight, that J'ran realised he felt something more than friendsip for the rider. For one so outgoing he found it difficult to voice this new found emotion to the woman, and when he finally did she laughed, saying she had known for quite sometime.

The pair became weyrmates, and while Minimeth did on occasion fly other dragons, he would always be there when Lillith rose.
A Turn ago Gelian found out she was pregnant. The couple were thorughly excited at the prospect of a son or daughter, even though they knew with the demands of a dragon-rider they would have to foster the child. Everything went smoothly, until a month before the baby was due. Gelian started to bleed and was rushed to the Healers, however they could not identify the haemorrhaging, and realised both mother and child were about to die. Unfortunately Gelian died from hypovolemic shock, and took with her Lillith and their unborn child.

If not for Minimeth's constant reassurance and support J'ran would have surely lost his mind. The grief hit him hard, and he has yet to escape from it some months on, the man a mere shell of what he used to be.

Father:Jabari (Master Vitner-Deceased)
Mother: Sachi (Master Vitner-61)
Siblings: None
Spouse: Gelian of Ruby Lillith (Deceased at age 24)

Pets: None



Dragon Name: Minimeth
Dragon Color:Bronze
Age: 13 Turns
Personality: Minimeth has most of the qualities of a true bronze, however his sense of logic is often a little askew; he is certainly not the most rational of dragons and judgements can be influenced by his current mind-set. Over-confident, he seldom heeds the warnings of others, somewhat like his rider, although he has a litte more sense were danger is concerned, and will talk J'ran out of some of his more outlandish ideas.

He can not stand being idle, and loathes laziness in riders and other dragons, this the one sure thing to ignite his temper, earning a sharp rebuke form the bronze. Despite this he is usually patient with other dragons, and as long as the dragon is making an effort he is willingly to help. Above all he admires those who try to excel, having always pushed himself to the meet the expectations set by himself and J'ran.


Appearence: Minimeth's hide is just the one all over shade of a copper bronze, except for the paler stomach and wings, quiet light when compared to the various shades of bronze that exist. In certain lights it seems to give off a russet sheen and has a beautiful luster to especially after Minimeth has been sun-baking.

As far as his size, Minimeth is one of the larger bronzes, at 37.5m. Built for endurance he is rather stocky, but this is due to the toned muscle of his frame rather than over-indulgence. His wings are in exact proportion to the rest of his body, although there is indication of a previous injury, deep marks on the leathery hide that lines the bones of his left wing.

Minimeth sports other scars and scratches a few a result of Thread though the worse due to his encounter with the proddy Magma. Across his head knob there are deep gouges where the females claws raked him , and they extend to just above the eye. Any further down and Minimeth would most probably have lost an eye.

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Weyr: Solainoti

Name: Iaeiros (I’ros if he Impresses)

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Heterosexual I suppose, though for the most part he’s rather an asexual being.

Rank: Candidate

Age: 18

Appearence: It seems rather ironic that for someone with so little interest in sexual relationships that Iaeiros be quite as attractive as he is, rather the embodiment of tall, dark and handsome.
Having inherited his mother's dark hair, it is worn at medium length, extending perhaps a centimetre or so below the ear with a slight wave to its rather thick texture. It frames his face, leaving his high, square-like forehead bare.

He has dark eyes, a rich coffee color and thick, dark eyelashes to frame; a feature many woman wish they themselves possessed. His eyebrows lie dark and thickly above. His skin is a light intermediate color, not translucently pale, but neither is it remotely close to dark.

His upper lip is very thin, the bottom lip somewhet thicker but still on the sparse side. He has dark, moderate facial hair over chin and upper lip, giving him a rather rugged appearance.

Iaeiros is a tall man at 6'6, however he often appears taller than this as he holds himself very erect, giving the illusion of an extra inch or so. His body is well-toned with lean muscle, rather at odds with his more scholarly pursuits although he does like to keep active, whether its pacing around a room as he muses over things, or going for a run over the vast areas surrounding his home.

His gaze often takes on a sort of dazed, glazed over appearance. In these circumstances no matter what is said to him he will have no recollection of the conversation, even if he took part in it, his mind off wondering of its own devices.

Clothing is the least of Iaeiros' concerns, in fact he spares so little thought about what he wears, that it often results in a rather graish ensemble with clashing colors, and items of clothing that are ill-fitting or season inappropriate.

Personality: Iaeiros is introspective, easily getting wrapped up in his own thoughts and excitement at the ideas that seem to constantly pop into his head. He is a dreamer, and would have easily been found amongst the Einstein's and Archimede's of Terran culture, constantly trying to solve things and contemplate complicated situations. There is no greater joy to be had then that moment of revelation when he solves a complex problem as far as Iaeiros is concerned. When his interest piqued he is an efficient working, pouring all of his passion into the task at hand.

Unfortunately so often does he get wrapped up in such things he becomes rather oblivious to anything around him, and as sharp as his memory is at remebering intricate instructions and complicated mechanics, in more mundane matters it fails him dreadfully. Names, important dates, and directions all fall along the way-side, and if it was not for his aunt's incessantness, the young man would often forget to eat.

Conversations with Iaeiros are...interesting. He has an odd manner when speaking his conersation peppered with bizarre comments, and halfway through a conversation one word my trigger a tirade of thoughts, in which any chance of resuming a conversation should be forgotten. However he is a friendly, kind person when his thoughts are otherwise unoccupied.

Iaerios is completely oblivious to his rather handsome looks and the effect they may have on males and females alike, often accidently snubbing his would-be-suitors as a result of this. He has no understanding of the mind-games played, or the flirtations involved, and has no real desire to bed anyone. Despite this he does appreciate true beauty, and can find people attractive but it's more so in the way one would admire a nice piece of art than an object to lust over.

History: Aeria has the temperament of a green, and had she ever had any interest in Impressing, would surely have ended up with such a dragon. She flits about from one thing to the next, travelling around Pern as she wishes and it was while in the East, where her family had lived, she encountered Irossan, a rather serious and quiet Journeyman Smith who was quite besotted with Aeria. The encounter resulted in a son; Iaeiros. But in usual Aeria fashion she tired of playing happy families and left Irossan on amicable terms, taking their son with her on her jaunts.

It was some two Turns later, after having traversed around the Southern continent, that Aeria returned to her family's small Holding in the East, pregnant and with her small son in tow. Her elder sister Niaran was not happy to see Aeria trapsising Pern with such an impressionable boy in tow, and convinced Aeria that for all concerned it was best if she left Iaeiros with her and her husband, as well as the yet to be born child. It really took little to convince Aeria this was the best situation for all concerned, having started to tire of her role as 'Mother.' Once she gave birth, to a daughter this time, Aeria only waited long enough to regain her energy before departing once again.

Unlike other children his age he was often content to sit off to the side by himself without demanding the attention of an adult. At first Nairan worried that the child was touched in the head, so unusual a child he was, but over time she came to recognise this was just a particular quirk of the young boy's and he did thrived in his Harper classes.

Two turns after Iaeiros and Eri had been left in their Aunt's care, another brother joined them, again Aeria spending little time at the Hold before leaving. As far as the children were concerned Nairan was their mother while Aeria was a friend they saw occassionally who brought wonderful gifts. Nairan had also had two of her own children during this time, and the five would often play happily amongst one another, with Iaeiros the protective, elder brother.

Despite his father living not far away from his Aunt's house, for all intents and purposes Nairan's husband was the father-figure in Iaeiros' life. It seemed an arrangement that suited everyone, Irossan having no idea how to relate to a child, content enough to entertain the child with stories of the mines on the occassions he visited. Iaeiros developed an interest in Riosian through these stories, and although the mineral itself had not been mined for a number of Turns, Iaeiros learnt all that Irossan himself knew about the rather dangerous stone.

The Technician's Hall had been around for only a short amount of time before Iaeiros apprenticed to it, Nairan proudly sending off her eldest 'son' though with distinctly misty eyes. He displayed an aptitdue for the Craft, and the Master's looked upon him dotingly, though they did worry that attimes he seemed a little too caught up in his studies and that he did not socialise amongst the other apprentices quite as much. Nonetheless Iaeiros believed had he had found his niche, and is currently working upon achieving his Jourmeyman's knot.


Father: Irossan-Journeyman Smith (45)
Mother: Aeria-Dabbles in this and that; travels around the place (39)
Siblings: Eri (half-sister; 15), Anarian (half-brother; 13)

Pets: None-Iaeiros would most likely forget about any pet he had.

Color Preference & Why: Dusk-This color would be perfect for my little dreamer boy, a dragon that puts up with his absentness and is a calm anchor for his mind wonderings.
What Colors/Color don't you want and why: Anything of rank, I’d hate to see the mess of a Wing lead by Iaeiros


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[elainsie]

Weyr: New Cove Weyr

Name: Zaira

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Rank: Candidate

Age: 20

Appearence: Zaira's height is average for a woman at 5'5. While her frame is slender, she has the prominent curves of a woman, a fact she is very proud of and uses to her advantage over many a starry-eyed male. Zaira has wide hazel eyes, a golden brown around the pupil which fade into a jade green closer to the iris, with long dark sooty lashes that can give out a smoldering look or a bright, innocent gaze depending on the situation and the man.

Her skin is very pale and burns easily, with a smattering of freckles over nose and cheek. Her hair is straight and a deep auburn hanging halfway down her back, but she almost always wears it in plaits or braids, adorning it with coloured ribbons. Her face is long and oval shaped with a strong jaw and a pointy chin. Zaira's nose is distinctly crooked, recently acquired due to an altercation between herself and another woman, which became a little more than an exchanging of heated words.

Zaira knows what looks good on her and dresses to emphasise the bits she wants to bring attention to and to hide away that which she would rather not have on show. Generally she wears close form dresses and tunics, favouring more earthy tones. She refuses to wear pinks and purples as they clash terribly with her auburn hair.

Personality: Zaira is a very confident young woman, who is not afraid to voice her feelings and offer an opinion, often when neither have been asked for. She may come across as domineering due to her stubbornness, temper and sharp tongue, but it can also be part of her charm. Zaira's confidence extends to her appearance. She knows men find her attractive and revels in the knowledge, but often takes things too far landing herself into trouble.

She can come across as intimidating, particularly to the more retiring girls she encounters at the Harper Hall, but for those not frighetened away by her sometimes overbearingness, they find a staunch ally in her. She will readily stand up and defend those who she believes have been wronged, and is not afraid of confrontation in the least, glad to prove herself and her opinions correct given the chance.

Zaira does not believe in long term relationships, both her parents had many partners and this seemed the norm to her until she was sent to the Harper Hall and came across some Hold bred girls who were shocked at Zaira's promiscuous habits, and avoided her as if she were a tunnel snake. For this reason she has few friends amongst the Harper Hall, although she is very protective of the ones she has.

History: Zaira was the daughter of a union between blue rider Z'rin and a Zyjax Hold seamstress, Ariya. Although the relationship between the two only lasted a few short weeks after the birth of their daughter, the parents both got along quite well. While Zaira was brought up by her mother and lived with Ariya's ever increasing brood of children (almost all had different fathers) Zaira also saw a lot of her father, who doted on his only daughter. It was from her father that Zaira's love for music and the stories of Pern stemmed and at the age of 12 Turns the obvious choice was made and she was apprenticed to the Harper Hall.

While Zaira enjoyed the training at the Hall, once the initial excitement of moving had worn off, life became a monotonous routine of exercises and chores. During this time Zaira's body changed from that of a child into a woman, and she began to notice the attention directed her way. While at first she was awkward around males her confidence grew with her experience and by the time she was 18 Turns Zaira knew how make the most of her appeal.

However her escapades got her into various predicaments despite her discretion, including a fight with another Harper, Doyna. It was just after Zaira walked the tables and became a journeywoman, when she spent a night with brown rider X'tren. Doyna had been pining after the rider and accused Zaira of stealing the man away from her. Zaira retaliated with a sarcastic comment and Donya took offence, breaking the taller girls nose, which sparked Zaira's temper. Both girls ended up in the infirmary covered in bruises and bleeding and when the Hall Master was informed of the incident he was not amused. This was not the first time he had heard complaint of Zaira, and he had already issued her a warning to be careful of her behaviour. As a result he sent her on an assignment to Nusa Hold, no Harper would agree to go there willingly.

Her time under Vesuvian has not been particularly enjoyable. While she goes about the task of giving the children their lessons and teaching those who wish to learn instruments comptenetly enough the Lord Holder pays her little respect or interest, even at her most fliratatious. Her only real friend at the Hold is the drudge Valeena, they befriended after the drudge warned Zaira to stay away from Vesuvian as Valeena had her own designs upon him. Zaira was impressed by the woman's ambition and intelligence, such a nice change from the wherry-headed females that seemed to have flocked to Nusa.

Unfortunately for Zaira the majority of the men at the Hold are either old or in relationships, and while that usually does not bother her she has her crooked nose as a reminder and warning of what happened when she tried such a stunt before.

Father:Z'rin
Mother: Ariya
Siblings: Zaira has many brothers and sisters scattered around Pern, including F'ariyan (24 Turns) rider of Tempest Laronith at Solainoti Weyr (ONPC)

Pets: None

Color Preference & Why: A violet or green perhaps, or maybe a bone. I could see her being one of the females riding a male dragon, it's just the type of person she is.
What Colors/Color don't you want and why: Not really any I can think of that she would not suit in one way or another. I'll be happy with whatever comes her way ^^

[elainsie]

Weyr: Eden
Name: Kaliara (Kali)
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Hetero
Rank: Weyrbrat
Age: 13 Turns

Appearance:
Being an identical twin Kaliara looks almost exactly like her sister Adria, with both girls taking after their father for the majority of their appearance. Like both their parents Kaliara is tall and willowy with legs that most girls her age would kill for but that Kaliara perceives as gangly. She despairs of her height as it puts her taller than most of the males her age and she hates feeling like she towers over her friends. Her frame contains little flesh on it whatsoever, a fact not aided by the girl's constant motion and reluctance to remain still for any extended period of time.

Her hair is as dark as that of her father's, reminiscent of an unlit night sky in coloring with just a hint of a dusky undertone, however unlike Adria, she wears her hair long so that it falls in delicate waves well past the inferior border of her shoulder blades. This is the one physical feature that marks the twins apart and ever since Kaliarna was a child she prevented Accalia from cutting any real length off of her hair, insisting that she had to have something that Adria did not share. For most of the time the girl leaves her hair unbound, allowing the dark mass to frame her expressive face.

Her coloring also favors that of K'dran's her skin pale enough that extended exposure may burn it, but not so pale that the merest hint of Rukbhat's rays will char her to a crisp.

As with almost all of her physical appearance Kali shares the rather peculiar shade of her eyes with both her father and sister. They are such a pale color so as to be almost regarded as white, however on closer inspection it is evident they are a very pale azure with the hint of a slightly darker blue towards the iris.

Unlike either her sister or mother, Kaliara has no trouble with coordination despite her lanky body, instead she conveys a kind of elegance that is evident in her fluid and incessant motions despite her out of proportion limbs.

Personality:
Kaliara is an impulsive and volatile young girl who seems to have an endless source of energy. She rides a rollercoaster of emotions, when she is happy, she is ecstatic, and when upset, utterly depressed, while her actions are more often than not a result of emotions than logic. Her moods are mercurial, at times butter would melt in her mouth she is that charming and sweet, however the transition into the fiery, quick tempered hellish being can be almost instantaneous and the words she uses when riled are often quite inappropriate for a girl her age. (Most generally picked up from her father.) However her moments of anger are short-lived and almost as soon as she has had her say and vented her frustration converts back to the precocious and vivacious child.

She can be restless and impatient and prefers to be constantly doing something however she throws herself with an intense single mindness into any task, not allowing herself to be torn away until she completes it.

Unlike the rest of her immediate family, when in a positive frame of mind, she loves being around people and the larger the audience she has to perform to the happier she is. Trying to get her to stop talking and let someone else get a word in can be quite a task however. As a child she would come up with the most fantastic stories and excuses, giving hint to the young girl's bright and imaginative mind. This flair for the dramatics, although somewhat diminished with age, still exists and the young woman can make turn the most mundane situations into something lively and exciting often with rather disastrous results.

She values her sister's life more so than her own, and is fiercely protective of Adria, almost always taking her twin's side in an argument. The only exception to this is when it comes to K'dran. Her father is the one person that can come between her and her twin, and Kaliara abosultely adores the man. While she loves her mother and gets along with her amicably for the majority of the time, it is to her father she will run to with her tales of woe and this has not changed one iota as Kaliara ages.

History:
When does a person's history begin? Is it the moment they were born or when they are old enough to have recollection of events, or perhaps when their parents first met? In the case of Kali and her sister the latter is perhaps most accurate as it shaped the events that resulted in their conception. Although Accalia had been rather infatuated with K'dran she had never spoken to the man until a cold Winter morning while both dragons were feeding. It was from this encounter Dharth concocted his scheme which resulted in him rising after and capturing Accalia's jade Rownith.

The aftermath was less than friendly and Accalia vowed to have nothing to do with K'dran or his black ever again. Unfortunately for her she had not considered the possible consquences of the lust induced coupling although she was made well aware of it a few short weeks later. And here Dharth intervened again, forcing K'dran to take responsibility, to become a father figure despite his apathy to anyone and anything. Somehow things transpired so that rather than merely acting the part K'dran began to care for Kali and Adria's mother, as well as both girls, and Dharth realised that he had lost control of the situation.

From an early age Kali was a rather dramatic, exuberant child who was always babbling away about one thing or another. She came up with the most fantatsic excuses, one of the more memorable was when she returned home at 7 Turns of age after playing with friends clothing in tatters. When Accalia asked what happened the precocious girl without batting an eyelash said a Cyan had attacked her friend and she had got in the way trying to protect the smaller girl. Despite incessant questioning Kali did not deviate from her story and Accalia never did find out what actually happened.

As young children the twins had been quite inseperable, however at 8 Turns of age a wedge was driven between them. Adria discovered she could hear all dragons, and obviously came to her sister to share the news and figure out whether her twin shared this ability. At Adria's insistance Kali tried everything Adria suggested but heard nothing. While Adria went off to tell their father Kali burst into tears, angry and upset that her twin had such a wonderful gift while she had nothing. It took quite a while for K'dran, who Kali had turned to after sure her sister had left, to reassure her that she was just as special as Adria even if she was not a HAD. However after this incident Kaliara never felt a remnant of jealousy, K'dran having done an excellent job in dispelling the notion of inferiority and it not being in Kali's nature to begrudge her sister anything, instead the younger of the twins feeling pride over her sister's special ability.

It came as no surprise to anyone when 5 Turns later Adria was made a Candidate, everyone knew HADs a special spot in the Weyr and usually Impressed high ranking dragons. However Kali was offered the chance too, and accepted it gratefully, there was nothing she wanted to be more than a dragon rider like her parents.

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Father: K'dran of black Dharth
Mother: Accalia of jade Rownith
Siblings: Adria-Twin sister
Pets:
Preferred color: Anything really; Kaliara would be happy enough to Impress and I'm happy to have her taken by another Weyr
Color not preferred: Nothing I can think that would worry me if she Impressed, though I like the idea of her having a mutant

[elainsie]

Weyr: As of the moment undecided(Once Searched)

Name: Cerina (Ceri)

Gender:Female

Sexuality: Has not really explored this aspect...possibly bisexual?

Rank:Candidate

Age: 18

Appearence:Ceri is the type of girl who enjoys a good meal, however her body pays testament to this. Far be her from being obese, she definitely sports a more curvaceous figure with extra weight on chest, hips, buttocks, thighs and stomach. She feels this is further emphasised by her rather average height. However she does herself little favours as her posture is less than desirable and she curls up on herself as if by doing so she can obscure certain undesirable physical attributes. For this reason she absoultely dislikes revealing clothing, or anything that makes her stand out, so she tends to neutral and dark colors, mainly in long flowing skirts that skim her ankles, or dresses that conceal her more unflattering features.

Ceri has a rather plain, round face, with intensely dark sapphire eyes, and in anger they can be so dark that they may almost be mistaken for black, with speckles of a steel grey within the inky depths. As with most of her figure, she has full, luscious lips that are a natural dark red, and when pulled in a smile can positively change her appearance, transforming her from nothing special to almost pretty.

Her skin is almost white, with pinkish undertones, well suited to a Northern climate and she has straight inky dark hair she wears cropped at chin length and flicks in towards her face with a parting towards the right side of a face, and a fringe that falls angular to the left, just skimming around her eye.

Personality: Ceri is certainly not one to agonise over a decision, however neither does she plow ahead blindly without delving into the possible repurcussions. Mature beyond her Turns, from a young age she took on an almost protective role over her rather eccentric father, as if she in fact was the parent and he the child. Despite this there is a deep and abiding love between the two and for all Arven's insanity Ceri counts him as her only true friend.

Ceri is the type of girl that would have made a good wife had she lived in Terran during the early 1900's. She can cook, sew (whether it be material or the stitching of broken skin) and is rather biddable, perhaps too much so. Cerina is overly accomodating of others needs, relegating her own far down the list of things that concern her.

This is compounded by a distinct lack of confidence. Cerina greatly dislikes her appearance, knows she will never be one of the great intellects and has trouble initatiating conversation with new people as a result of her rather sheltered lifestyle. In her eyes she believes she has little to offer potential friends, and this is perhaps where her desire to constantly help other stems from; at least in this way she has something to give.

History:The story of Ilia and Arven could quite easily be something from a fairytale; their first encounter giving credence to the old adage 'love at first sight.' Ilia was the youngest daughter of the Sea Hold Arven was posted to on his first assignment as a Journeyman Harper.

As a gift on their wedding day Ilia's father, Lord Holder Ilav, bequeathed the young couple with a cothold by the edge of the ocean, to allow the newly married pair a measure of privacy during their first days of marriage, but close enough so that Arven could maintain his duties as a Harper at the Hold.

The weeks went by quickly and Ilia fell pregnant rather promptly. Within the year she had delivered the couple's first child, Cerina. As she recovered from the pregnancy Ilia spent a lot of time outdoors taking walks along the beach, trying to regain her strength. It was on one such trip when Cerina was only a few weeks old, that one of the fabled water-dragons emerged, her beautiful voice compelling Ilia to approach the creature despite the water lapping at her skirt. Ilia had no thought in her head but the stunning creature who called to her, all thoughts of Arven and Cerina waiting patiently at home for her having fled.

Hours passed, and Arven's anxiety increased. Taking Cerina with him he scoured the beach but the only sign of Ilia was her footprints, which ended halfway between their cothold and the promontory, almost as if she had disappeared beneath a wave. When he informed Ilav, the Lord Holder assumed his daughter must have drowned and that was the story conveyed. However Arven was of a different mind.

The grief over his loss and Arven's constant suspicions sent the man crazy, his only tenous link to reality was his daughter. However Ilav did not trust the man to properly raise a child, especially in the state he was in, and requested Arven to send Cerina back to the Hold where she may grow up amongst her family. Arven vehemantly refused, however he came to a compromise of sorts. Not wanting to leave the cothold himself, in case Ilia one day reappeared, he allowed Ilav to send a number of drudges and a nursemaid/foster-mother to look after Cerina.

When Cerina reached an age where most children of the Sea Hold were learning to swim, Ceri asked her father when she too could join them. Arven forbade her to ever enter the water, scared that he would lose his daughter as he had lost his wife. Cerina bit back her disappointment, not wanting to upset her father, unable to explain to Arven the pull the ocean had upon her, the voices she was sure she heard coming from the direction of the sea.

Although Cerina grew up close to the Hold she had little communication with the children, her father would become overly anxious anytime she got too close to the ocean, and she was not the most forthcoming child. Instead she spent her time in solitary tasks and learning from the adults around her, picking up on some rather useful skills. And while Cerina did not believe this was unsual as a child, as she aged she began to realise that perhaps her upbringing was not quite the same as her comtemparies.

On the verge of adulthood Cerina can not deny the way she longs for the ocean's embrace, desires to feel her skin caressed by the waves she watches crash along the beach with an intense longing.

Father:Journeyman Harper Arven
Mother: Ilia- Rider at Weyr
Siblings: None

Pets: None

Color Preference & Why:Not fussy, whoever decides these things can go wild ^^ I may even have her transfer to another Weyr to Impress so that's open too.
What Colors/Color don't you want and why:I don't mind

[elainsie]

Hold: Kijuju

Name: Landaras

Gender:Male

Rank:Lord Holder

Age:33

Appearence:Landaras stands at seven or eight centimetres above the average male and while he may have inherited a more ectomorphic body shape, long and lean as opposed to athletic and broad-shouldered, he can be regarded as rather appealing to a number of the female, and so inclined male, population.

His is skin lightly bronzed; the type that has a healthy glow even in the coldest months of the Turn. It also is impervious to sunburn, and may warmen a couple of hues on sun exposure.

The Lord Holder has a strong tapered jaw, with a straight-bridged nose that sits proportionately within his oval shaped face. His eyes are set evenly apart and are a greyish hue with a tint of light blue shot throughout the iris as if radiating from the pupil.

Landaras' hair is as dark as any of Eden's native kings' hides and if it were left to grow, curly. However the man believes that curly hair is only for women and children and as such he has his cropped short just above his ears and short at the front so there is only a suggestion of waviness. He is rarely seen with facial hair of any kind, even stubble, and on the odd occassion when he does appear in such a manner it is an unspoken indication of the stress and fatigue Landaras is currently under.

Landaras is not the type of man to be particular fussed with clothing, when working he could easily be mistaken for anything but Lord Holder judging by his attire. Despite this he does recognise the need to dress a particular way where pomp and ceremony is demanded, however he sticks to simple cuts and clothes with little embellishment.

Personality:Landaras, in a word, is personable. He is the type of man who will make the most insignificant person feel as if their views are being listened to, not merely heard. Surprisingly enough this was a trait he was born with, not one foisted upon him as a prospective Lord Holder. It is evident he does not take his position lightly, and he strives for his best in every facet of a Lord Holder's duties. While this has earned him the favour of Kijuju Hold's occupants it has also given him the reputation of being married to his post; Landaras is very much the workaholic and somewhat the perfectionist. With such a high work ethic of his own, Landaras can not comprehend and is intolerant of lay-abouts, he is known to be quite hard on those of Kijuju Hold who have shown on multiple occassions a tendency to shirk their duties.

His memory is good with details, people's names, conversations; all come to him rather easily. A bright child he grew up into an intelligent and innovative man who is not afraid to push boundaries and disturb the sensitivities of the more hide-bound Lord and Lady Holders. In this he can be rather stubborn, and once he has resolved to persue a certain idea, it is a rare person indeed who can have Landaras change his mind. An extension of this is what Landaras wants he almost always gets, and this is perhaps his greatest flaw. While the Lord Holder usually persues his interests for what he believes are the right motives, this at times can be rather misguided.

At times frighteningly decisive, Landaras is not afriad to make a split second decision and is rather in his element when made to think on his feet. He is not the type to rule from his lofty perch with minions at his back and call. Landaras is most comfortable amongst the other Hold folk, whether it's mediating disputes, helping sort out tithes or the like.

While he has knowledge of the better part of his Holder's lives, Landaras is the type of person everyone thinks they know inside and out, due to his sociable nature, but truly confides in few. This does not mean he is the brooding type with the dark past, this in fact is furtherest from the truth. What it does mean is that with so much of him on display at any given time it allows him to keep one facet of his life reserved and away from public eye; although with how much time he devotes to his work his private life, at best, is minimal.

Landaras is a strong believer in fostering ties between Hold and Weyr and this has been evident from the outset of his tenure. He can not understand the attitude of his contemporaries at Conclave, and his father before Landaras acceded, when they whinge and complain about the Weyrs. Landaras holds the view that the more amiable Hold and Weyr are the more productive both, and that animosity is founded on little more than petty jealousies.

History: Landaras was the first child of the Lord Holder, and founder of Kijuju Hold, and his wife Alamira. He was his father's pride from the outset and groomed early to the position of Lord Holder. At seven Turns of age, after a string of miscarriages, his mother fell pregnant and delivered a daughter prematurely. Unfortunately the child was sickly and the labour greulling and both mother and daughter died within a few hours of each other. It was a double blow to Firodious, who had genuinely loved his wife and had been excited to welcome another child to his family.

Alamira and her daughter's funeral was a grand affair, with the Leaders of the Weyr and nearest Holds coming to pay their respects. Landaras, for the day, was left under the care of a drudge while his father mingled with his guests and received their condolences. It was during this time Landaras was spoken to for the first time by a dragon, a bronze belonging to the drudge's sweetheart. While the two adults spent what little time they had together, the bronze, Mopith, entertained the young Landaras. Mopith's kind gesture was one to have ramifications much further than that day, for it was at that moment Landaras first developed a respect and appreciation for the beasts of the sky that matured as the boy did over the Turns.

As only children can Landaras bounced back from his mother's death, yes he missed her greatly but there was just so much to do and see that at the times when he did feel the pang of loss his melancholy did not linger long.

At Alamira's funeral things had still been relatively neutral, if a little tenuous, between Firodius and the Weyrleaders of Fyr Amenti, however it was less than a Turn later, shortly after Landaras' eighth birthday when Dranth caugh Kylsk and the first hybride were born. Firodius was disgusted that such creatures had been allowed to be born, let alone mature, and he was not careful in hiding his contempt from what he perceived were ineffectual Weyrleaders who had welcomed such monstrosties.

Landaras did not share his father's views, surely such creatures as Mopith had a better idea of what they were doing than such as Landaras or his father, but the times he aired his views to his father he was shortly rebuked.

From contempt, animosity developed, and the Hold folk were quick to follow the example the Lord Holder presented in his attitude to the Weyr.

A decade later a still relatively young Firodius suffered severe chest pains and died not longer after their onset. (What would be known in Terran as a heart attack.) This left Landaras, a young man of only eighteen Turns, in charge of a Hold whose people would all but given up on the Weyr that protected them.

Landaras knew things had to change and quickly before the situation became irreparable. With an ingenuity perhaps not expected in one of his age he gathered up a group of his closest friends, youth who did not share the commonly held perception that Fyr Amenti was a ridicule, and made his way to the Weyr to put forward the tentative hand of friendship. To Landaras' surprise they were welcomed warmly, and after accepting an invitation to return Landaras started to form ideas, some probale, some possible and others downright improbable to furthe ties.

These visits continued over some months before the light-bulb moment came to him. It seemed that a number of his friends at the Hold had formed attachments to riders at the Weyr on their jaunts. From this Landaras arrived at the idea that was to pave a bright future for the previously held acrimony. Using the traditional idea of Lord Holders fostering children between one another as the backbone, he proposed the idea that the Hold and Fyr Amenti Weyr should exchange a contigency of children. While many where wary, Landaras pushed forwards with the idea.

It was not until a few Turns later that Landaras started to see the results of his endeavour but surely enough friendships had started to blossom and the tentative link between Hold and Weyr solidified. What the young man had perhaps not expected was the number of couples, and children, produced. However this too worked in his favour as the line between Holdfolk and Weyrfolk became less distinct and both peoples more accepting.

By now the accord between Weyr and Hold is at its highest ever, however there are those, as always with change, who oppose the blossoming friendship.

Thus far Landaras remains unattached and without issue.

Father:Firodius (deceased)-Lord Holder
Mother:Alamira(deceased)-Lady Holder
Siblings:Firala (deceased)-Sister

Pets: None yet but I'll probably get him something down the line.