Post by YayForInfinity on Jun 7, 2007 20:20:09 GMT -5
((Portions of this biography were copied from Lyrical Blue's bio for Lyrai in the interest of continuity.))
Email: potionnumbernine@gmail.com
Character:
Name: Dulin
Rank: Journeyman Harper
Gender: Male
Age: 27/ Late spring
Origin: Born near Ponna Weyr. Spent much time moving. Has been with pirates for some time now, recently found his way to Ponaa Weyr.
Appearance: Dulin has a boyish handsomeness to him, making him appear like he has not aged much past the age of twenty. His dark brown, oval eyes, a trait passed down through a now forgotten line of Asian ancestry, appear to always be dancing with a secret laughter. This, accompanied by his customary smile, gives Dulin the appearance of being the happiest, and calmest, person on Pern. This combination acts like a magnet, drawing people to him, to trust him.
He has chestnut colored hair, a trait he inherited from his father, which he keeps trimmed and neat, and has the rare ability to somehow always look kept, even when windblown. It's slight wave accents around his round face, and high cheekbones, his father's genes, and only accents the thought that Dulin is just always happy to be wherever he is at the moment. His is a face that lingers in the memory, as unimposing and friendly.
Proud of his Harper heritage, Dulin always find a way to include Harper blue into his daily outfits, of which he owns very little. In fact, Dulin owns very little of anything of value, most of his personal affects lost during his time with the pirates. He travels light, and probably will for the rest of his life out of fear that something like what happened years prior will happen again, and he will again be left with nothing. Whatever he needs, he will handle once he gets there. His most common and comfortable apparel is a blue or white-accented-blue shirt with tan breeches, disappearing at the mid-thigh into boots.
Time on the ship has given a tannish coloring to his skin, making it slightly darker than it had ever been in years. At 5 feet 9 inches in height, he is hardly towering over many, just tall enough to be attractive, and hardly a threat.
Family:
Father:
Dulin has heard his sister, Lyrai, liken her father to the weather-beaten cliffs near their home. He is old in an almost ageless way; to his daughter he hasn’t changed at all for many, many years. To Dulin, though, his father never seemed older than the day he left for his first assignment. His children have no idea what his real age is and if you ask him he would only snort in response. Prone to one or two word sentences, it is hard to believe that Dulin is his son.
They bear a profound brown gaze that artists have been trying to replicate for many turns. A Harper to the end, it is he who interested his son in the craft and, like him, he specializes in the stringed instruments. Dulin's relationship with his father was as close as a son could be to his parent, until the incident at Southern Weyrhold (described in the History) put a strain in their relationship. Prior to this, and the death of his mother, they had been very close, and this closeness remained strong enough to see tears in the old man's eyes as Dulin left for the first time.
Mother (deceased):
She died many years ago; Dulin remembers the day that it happened quite well. He can remember her well, a talkative and merry woman, her mother had been the counter balance to her father. A wonderful cook and a strict housekeeper, she had ruled the family with a wooden ladle. A weaver by trade, she never seemed to sit still. When Dulin was still young she developed a wasting disease that eventually took her life.
Sister (Lyrai):
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Sexual Orientation: Homosexual
Personality: Dulin could charm the skirts off of Hold girls. If he liked chicks. But he doesn't, so, never fear Holdsmen! You can unlock your daughters, and let them go out. It's your SONS that you need to keep an eye on. In a relaxed environment, Dulin is an eager flirt who has no trouble catching the attention in a room. Most of the time, he uses to this to see how much he can tease the ladies before he gets into trouble, mostly because it was often sport for him at the various stops he made on the road during his life. His true desire, though, is men (even after what the pirates did to him) and he will never go beyond flirting with women.
Though he shares his sister's and father's affinity for the stringed instruments, his true talent comes from his voice. His is a sweet, tenor with an almost Old World feel (if Pern had an “Old World”). He tries to avoid being too lulling when he is giving any sort of lesson, but he learned early on that he did not have the knack to teach. His calm nature, though, makes him a good candidate for dealing with people on a more personal scale, and he can keep his cool about just about anything (except, it seems, when it comes to matters dealing with his sister, Lyrai).
Dulin. Hates. Pirates. There is not much else that can be said about this, except that Dulin has an almost immediate bias against pirates of all shapes and sizes. They are the cockroaches of the planet, as far as he is concerned, and it will take a lot of (wasted) energy to convince him otherwise.
Other than this personal bias, however, Dulin is a very good diplomat. He is a very quick thinker, and an even better speaker. His calm smile can diffuse even the stoniest Hold Lord actions. He can speak innuendo and double meanings like no one else, and his ability to entertain makes him look like a neutral non-threat. He appears to only be around for a good time and a diddy, and part of this is the actual truth. All the better to get you to do what I want, my dear...
Hobbies/Skills: When not considering his Harper duties and interests, Dulin spends much of his time wandering. To him, this is like pottery making or knot tying to some people. For Dulin, there are many types of wanderings: the ones that take him nowhere; The ones that have an end; The ones that lead him to people; The ones that take him away from crowds. Like his mind, his feet ramble wherever they tend to please.
Pets: One feline, orange tabby colored male, named Tabby. He picked him up as a kitten shortly after returning to Ponaa Weyr.
History: Dulin was raped by pirates. A lot.
But that part comes later. Looking forward to it?
Dulin's story begins the day he was born. He often says it was a crisp, clear, lovely day in the late spring, just as the summer warmth was touching the ground. In reality, it was some time in the middle of the night, and there was absolutely nothing special about the weather. The labor was hard, though, and long, starting sometime when the sun was high in the sky. Stubborn as he was, the boy refused to show himself until the moon was out to greet him. Dulin was born in a cothold near Ponaa Weyr, the son of a Harper and a weaver. He was raised in an environment of love, music, and salt air, calm recollections that he carries with him to this day.
Dulin was a rather rascally youth, even at a young age. His mother always said that the day he learned to walk was the last day the cothold saw any peace. He was extremely high energy, waking in the morning before the sun even kissed the horizon. No matter the time of day, though, his mother was always there to keep an eye on him, somehow being awake and ready for the day even before Dulin stirred. Dulin always awoke to the sound of his mother singing, and the sounds of her loom, the morning meal already made and ready to be partaken. She learned to have eyes on the back of her head overnight, and seamlessly kept the boy in rule, while allowing him the adventures of youth.
At the age of five, Dulin's sister, Lyrai, was born. He barely remembers the long hard labor, though brief memories of his mother's screams and the length of time it took remain true in his memory. Dulin was very curious about this new creature that had found its way into the house, peeking at the sleep child whenever he had a free moment, or his parents were not looking at him not doing his daily labors.
As Dulin grew, so did Lyrai, who proved to be a constant partner-in-crime *erhm* sibling. Wherever the boy went, his sister was not far behind. Though they were often teased because Dulin was letting his sister tag along, Lyrai proved herself to be more than valuable on more than one escapade. Dulin's quick thinking and Lyrai's amazing “acting” abilities helped them out of their youthful adventures. The two were inseparable, and their bond only strengthened as the years rolled on.
He somehow knew that there was something that separated him from the rest of the boys of the cothold. He watched at the boys entering their preteen years started to develop an interest in girls. Somehow, though, Dulin didn't share their fervor. He never mentioned it to Lyrai, because he was afraid that it sounded absolutely horrible, but everything the other boys said they felt for the cothold girls, Dulin felt for all of the boys! Lyrai would stumble across him sitting in random places around the cothold, just trying to get a glimpse of the boys secretly. He always found some excuse for him being there, though, and no one seemed to catch on.
Dulin was just over 10 years old when his mother first started showing signs of the wasting disease.
The disease took its toll and their mother gradually got weaker and more exhausted until all she could do was lay in bed. Two years after she contracted the disease, Dulin’s mother passed away. It was such an emotional blow to the whole family; it had been coming for years. Finally not hearing her singing or the running sound of the loom was still a shock. Their father never really recovered and where he had been quiet before he became withdrawn and fell into a wine bottle many nights.
Both children started their training as Harpers very young, more or less because it was easier for their father to keep track of them. He never remarried and they moved constantly after that, drifting from hold to hold. The wood grain of the lute, smooth and warm contrasted with the caravans they traveled with and for a few years. All the while, Lyrai remained a constant in Dulin's life, the rock he clung to during the storm. As much as he taught her, she taught him. Both knew their father was running, but from what they never could say, and he certainly never told either of the children.
Dulin took an extreme liking to the art of being a Harper, though he always felt that there was more than he could be learning that his father was simply not able to teach. Also a concern was Lyrai's “lack of aptitude,” as their father so gently put it. He was more than proud when, in Southern Weyrhold, Lyrai found a Master who could really show her the other side to being a Harper. This found Dulin, however, wanting more himself, not out of jealousy of seeing her sister excel, but out of the sudden feeling of mediocrity that came with his father's lessons. He refused to turn his back on his father, but he did spend much time talking with the Master at Southern, finding his own path in the way of the Harper. These new lessons sparked a newfound love for the Harper calling, and Dulin poured himself even more into his studies. Seeing his children finally have a place where they could find their calling, their father opted to stay at Southern for some time, making it the longest they had stayed in one place since the death of their mother.
It was also at Southern that Dulin became mixed up with another male apprentice Harper. The other apprentice, still a boy himself, was in a confused part of his life, just as Dulin was. Unlike this boy, however, Dulin's fear had long ago given way to curiosity and a demanding need to be fulfilled. Admittedly, Dulin was the one who seduced him. And it was Dulin's father who found them. He said nothing, and allowed the boy to return to his own family without a hassle, and said nothing to Dulin directly. He treated him differently after that, though, and they soon moved again, his father wishing to diffuse any problems before they even had a chance to form. Dulin never told Lyrai the real reason for them leaving Southern Weyrhold.
Dulin was 20, and Lyrai was 15, when he walked the tables and earned a solo assignment. He was to be sent to some obscure cothold in the west that was in need of a Harper, and had been out of contact with the majority of Pern for some time. Summer saw the day of his departure. The day was filled with farewells and tears, and though he was excited, Dulin could not help feel overwhelmed and scared. A few encouraging words from his sister, though, and Dulin walked onto the deck of the ship. On that deck he stayed even long after the coast had become little more than a speck on the horizon. Maybe this was why Dulin was one of the first to catch a glimpse of the other, not so welcoming specks on the horizon.
The pirates overtook them easily enough. Some were killed in the scuffle, but Dulin managed to survive by hiding behind some cargo in the hold. When the pirates came to claim their prize, they found the young Harper and exposed his hiding place. Dulin being Dulin, however, managed to talk his way out of what could have been immediate execution, mentioning that he just happened to be a Harper, a very useful thing to have aboard a pirating vessel.
For quite sometime after that, Dulin had the simple job of standing on the deck of the pirate vessel, flagging down ships that would pay respect to the Harper blue in Dulin's clothing. He negotiated surrenders with crews, doing his own part at making sure that a few lives were lost as possible. At night, he would entertain with singing learned sea shanties and drumming on old empty barrels (much of his instrumental equipment had been bartered off in market). Dulin was not on board long when some of the pirates noticed how “mighty pretty” he looked. Long voyages without women meant many evenings leaving Dulin with sore rear quarters. The best he could do was not-quite-grin and bear it, seeing as in the middle of the ocean, there is very little one can do in order to escape.
The vessel itself did not make it into any sort of marketing port, but rather made home harbor in small fishing communities. A particularly large cargo roll and a lust for greed, however, called the pirates to Southern Weyrhold, a place of both fond and tiresome memories for Dulin. He felt comfortable planning his escape in a place he was so familiar with, and Dulin recognized that this may, in fact, be his only chance. Using the appearance he had taken to making for himself, (the lowly, broken, pay-no-attention-to-me, pretty boy prisoner) he managed to get into the storage bay, where he set fire to a large part of the payroll. In the mass confusion, Dulin managed to jump ship, and disappeared into the crowd. The crew did not see him as too much of a threat to let go, and besides a small inconvenience and a lost payroll, they really hadn't come out behind. Figuring that Dulin would now be more trouble than he was worth, the pirates did not pursue, and Dulin was now a free man.
This was two and a half years since he had left his family for some cothold in the west.
Dulin spent some time stationary at Southern, trying to salvage what he could of the life he once had. His sea legs were one thing that he was glad to be rid of after a day or so of just walking. He didn't like the idea of needing to get a wide variety of his equipment, but after a few months, he had managed to earn back almost everything that he had lost during his time with the pirates (except for that smidgen of his dignity). After a period of asking around with some of the older friends of the family who still kept in contact with his father, he was able to track down his family. He sent a letter to his father, notifying him that he was alive and well, and was about to do the same with Lyrai, when a better idea sparked his mind.
The next morning, at the age of 27, Dulin packed his meager belongings, and started his journey to track down Ponaa Weyr.
Email: potionnumbernine@gmail.com
Character:
Name: Dulin
Rank: Journeyman Harper
Gender: Male
Age: 27/ Late spring
Origin: Born near Ponna Weyr. Spent much time moving. Has been with pirates for some time now, recently found his way to Ponaa Weyr.
Appearance: Dulin has a boyish handsomeness to him, making him appear like he has not aged much past the age of twenty. His dark brown, oval eyes, a trait passed down through a now forgotten line of Asian ancestry, appear to always be dancing with a secret laughter. This, accompanied by his customary smile, gives Dulin the appearance of being the happiest, and calmest, person on Pern. This combination acts like a magnet, drawing people to him, to trust him.
He has chestnut colored hair, a trait he inherited from his father, which he keeps trimmed and neat, and has the rare ability to somehow always look kept, even when windblown. It's slight wave accents around his round face, and high cheekbones, his father's genes, and only accents the thought that Dulin is just always happy to be wherever he is at the moment. His is a face that lingers in the memory, as unimposing and friendly.
Proud of his Harper heritage, Dulin always find a way to include Harper blue into his daily outfits, of which he owns very little. In fact, Dulin owns very little of anything of value, most of his personal affects lost during his time with the pirates. He travels light, and probably will for the rest of his life out of fear that something like what happened years prior will happen again, and he will again be left with nothing. Whatever he needs, he will handle once he gets there. His most common and comfortable apparel is a blue or white-accented-blue shirt with tan breeches, disappearing at the mid-thigh into boots.
Time on the ship has given a tannish coloring to his skin, making it slightly darker than it had ever been in years. At 5 feet 9 inches in height, he is hardly towering over many, just tall enough to be attractive, and hardly a threat.
Family:
Father:
Dulin has heard his sister, Lyrai, liken her father to the weather-beaten cliffs near their home. He is old in an almost ageless way; to his daughter he hasn’t changed at all for many, many years. To Dulin, though, his father never seemed older than the day he left for his first assignment. His children have no idea what his real age is and if you ask him he would only snort in response. Prone to one or two word sentences, it is hard to believe that Dulin is his son.
They bear a profound brown gaze that artists have been trying to replicate for many turns. A Harper to the end, it is he who interested his son in the craft and, like him, he specializes in the stringed instruments. Dulin's relationship with his father was as close as a son could be to his parent, until the incident at Southern Weyrhold (described in the History) put a strain in their relationship. Prior to this, and the death of his mother, they had been very close, and this closeness remained strong enough to see tears in the old man's eyes as Dulin left for the first time.
Mother (deceased):
She died many years ago; Dulin remembers the day that it happened quite well. He can remember her well, a talkative and merry woman, her mother had been the counter balance to her father. A wonderful cook and a strict housekeeper, she had ruled the family with a wooden ladle. A weaver by trade, she never seemed to sit still. When Dulin was still young she developed a wasting disease that eventually took her life.
Sister (Lyrai):
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Sexual Orientation: Homosexual
Personality: Dulin could charm the skirts off of Hold girls. If he liked chicks. But he doesn't, so, never fear Holdsmen! You can unlock your daughters, and let them go out. It's your SONS that you need to keep an eye on. In a relaxed environment, Dulin is an eager flirt who has no trouble catching the attention in a room. Most of the time, he uses to this to see how much he can tease the ladies before he gets into trouble, mostly because it was often sport for him at the various stops he made on the road during his life. His true desire, though, is men (even after what the pirates did to him) and he will never go beyond flirting with women.
Though he shares his sister's and father's affinity for the stringed instruments, his true talent comes from his voice. His is a sweet, tenor with an almost Old World feel (if Pern had an “Old World”). He tries to avoid being too lulling when he is giving any sort of lesson, but he learned early on that he did not have the knack to teach. His calm nature, though, makes him a good candidate for dealing with people on a more personal scale, and he can keep his cool about just about anything (except, it seems, when it comes to matters dealing with his sister, Lyrai).
Dulin. Hates. Pirates. There is not much else that can be said about this, except that Dulin has an almost immediate bias against pirates of all shapes and sizes. They are the cockroaches of the planet, as far as he is concerned, and it will take a lot of (wasted) energy to convince him otherwise.
Other than this personal bias, however, Dulin is a very good diplomat. He is a very quick thinker, and an even better speaker. His calm smile can diffuse even the stoniest Hold Lord actions. He can speak innuendo and double meanings like no one else, and his ability to entertain makes him look like a neutral non-threat. He appears to only be around for a good time and a diddy, and part of this is the actual truth. All the better to get you to do what I want, my dear...
Hobbies/Skills: When not considering his Harper duties and interests, Dulin spends much of his time wandering. To him, this is like pottery making or knot tying to some people. For Dulin, there are many types of wanderings: the ones that take him nowhere; The ones that have an end; The ones that lead him to people; The ones that take him away from crowds. Like his mind, his feet ramble wherever they tend to please.
Pets: One feline, orange tabby colored male, named Tabby. He picked him up as a kitten shortly after returning to Ponaa Weyr.
History: Dulin was raped by pirates. A lot.
But that part comes later. Looking forward to it?
Dulin's story begins the day he was born. He often says it was a crisp, clear, lovely day in the late spring, just as the summer warmth was touching the ground. In reality, it was some time in the middle of the night, and there was absolutely nothing special about the weather. The labor was hard, though, and long, starting sometime when the sun was high in the sky. Stubborn as he was, the boy refused to show himself until the moon was out to greet him. Dulin was born in a cothold near Ponaa Weyr, the son of a Harper and a weaver. He was raised in an environment of love, music, and salt air, calm recollections that he carries with him to this day.
Dulin was a rather rascally youth, even at a young age. His mother always said that the day he learned to walk was the last day the cothold saw any peace. He was extremely high energy, waking in the morning before the sun even kissed the horizon. No matter the time of day, though, his mother was always there to keep an eye on him, somehow being awake and ready for the day even before Dulin stirred. Dulin always awoke to the sound of his mother singing, and the sounds of her loom, the morning meal already made and ready to be partaken. She learned to have eyes on the back of her head overnight, and seamlessly kept the boy in rule, while allowing him the adventures of youth.
At the age of five, Dulin's sister, Lyrai, was born. He barely remembers the long hard labor, though brief memories of his mother's screams and the length of time it took remain true in his memory. Dulin was very curious about this new creature that had found its way into the house, peeking at the sleep child whenever he had a free moment, or his parents were not looking at him not doing his daily labors.
As Dulin grew, so did Lyrai, who proved to be a constant partner-in-crime *erhm* sibling. Wherever the boy went, his sister was not far behind. Though they were often teased because Dulin was letting his sister tag along, Lyrai proved herself to be more than valuable on more than one escapade. Dulin's quick thinking and Lyrai's amazing “acting” abilities helped them out of their youthful adventures. The two were inseparable, and their bond only strengthened as the years rolled on.
He somehow knew that there was something that separated him from the rest of the boys of the cothold. He watched at the boys entering their preteen years started to develop an interest in girls. Somehow, though, Dulin didn't share their fervor. He never mentioned it to Lyrai, because he was afraid that it sounded absolutely horrible, but everything the other boys said they felt for the cothold girls, Dulin felt for all of the boys! Lyrai would stumble across him sitting in random places around the cothold, just trying to get a glimpse of the boys secretly. He always found some excuse for him being there, though, and no one seemed to catch on.
Dulin was just over 10 years old when his mother first started showing signs of the wasting disease.
The disease took its toll and their mother gradually got weaker and more exhausted until all she could do was lay in bed. Two years after she contracted the disease, Dulin’s mother passed away. It was such an emotional blow to the whole family; it had been coming for years. Finally not hearing her singing or the running sound of the loom was still a shock. Their father never really recovered and where he had been quiet before he became withdrawn and fell into a wine bottle many nights.
Both children started their training as Harpers very young, more or less because it was easier for their father to keep track of them. He never remarried and they moved constantly after that, drifting from hold to hold. The wood grain of the lute, smooth and warm contrasted with the caravans they traveled with and for a few years. All the while, Lyrai remained a constant in Dulin's life, the rock he clung to during the storm. As much as he taught her, she taught him. Both knew their father was running, but from what they never could say, and he certainly never told either of the children.
Dulin took an extreme liking to the art of being a Harper, though he always felt that there was more than he could be learning that his father was simply not able to teach. Also a concern was Lyrai's “lack of aptitude,” as their father so gently put it. He was more than proud when, in Southern Weyrhold, Lyrai found a Master who could really show her the other side to being a Harper. This found Dulin, however, wanting more himself, not out of jealousy of seeing her sister excel, but out of the sudden feeling of mediocrity that came with his father's lessons. He refused to turn his back on his father, but he did spend much time talking with the Master at Southern, finding his own path in the way of the Harper. These new lessons sparked a newfound love for the Harper calling, and Dulin poured himself even more into his studies. Seeing his children finally have a place where they could find their calling, their father opted to stay at Southern for some time, making it the longest they had stayed in one place since the death of their mother.
It was also at Southern that Dulin became mixed up with another male apprentice Harper. The other apprentice, still a boy himself, was in a confused part of his life, just as Dulin was. Unlike this boy, however, Dulin's fear had long ago given way to curiosity and a demanding need to be fulfilled. Admittedly, Dulin was the one who seduced him. And it was Dulin's father who found them. He said nothing, and allowed the boy to return to his own family without a hassle, and said nothing to Dulin directly. He treated him differently after that, though, and they soon moved again, his father wishing to diffuse any problems before they even had a chance to form. Dulin never told Lyrai the real reason for them leaving Southern Weyrhold.
Dulin was 20, and Lyrai was 15, when he walked the tables and earned a solo assignment. He was to be sent to some obscure cothold in the west that was in need of a Harper, and had been out of contact with the majority of Pern for some time. Summer saw the day of his departure. The day was filled with farewells and tears, and though he was excited, Dulin could not help feel overwhelmed and scared. A few encouraging words from his sister, though, and Dulin walked onto the deck of the ship. On that deck he stayed even long after the coast had become little more than a speck on the horizon. Maybe this was why Dulin was one of the first to catch a glimpse of the other, not so welcoming specks on the horizon.
The pirates overtook them easily enough. Some were killed in the scuffle, but Dulin managed to survive by hiding behind some cargo in the hold. When the pirates came to claim their prize, they found the young Harper and exposed his hiding place. Dulin being Dulin, however, managed to talk his way out of what could have been immediate execution, mentioning that he just happened to be a Harper, a very useful thing to have aboard a pirating vessel.
For quite sometime after that, Dulin had the simple job of standing on the deck of the pirate vessel, flagging down ships that would pay respect to the Harper blue in Dulin's clothing. He negotiated surrenders with crews, doing his own part at making sure that a few lives were lost as possible. At night, he would entertain with singing learned sea shanties and drumming on old empty barrels (much of his instrumental equipment had been bartered off in market). Dulin was not on board long when some of the pirates noticed how “mighty pretty” he looked. Long voyages without women meant many evenings leaving Dulin with sore rear quarters. The best he could do was not-quite-grin and bear it, seeing as in the middle of the ocean, there is very little one can do in order to escape.
The vessel itself did not make it into any sort of marketing port, but rather made home harbor in small fishing communities. A particularly large cargo roll and a lust for greed, however, called the pirates to Southern Weyrhold, a place of both fond and tiresome memories for Dulin. He felt comfortable planning his escape in a place he was so familiar with, and Dulin recognized that this may, in fact, be his only chance. Using the appearance he had taken to making for himself, (the lowly, broken, pay-no-attention-to-me, pretty boy prisoner) he managed to get into the storage bay, where he set fire to a large part of the payroll. In the mass confusion, Dulin managed to jump ship, and disappeared into the crowd. The crew did not see him as too much of a threat to let go, and besides a small inconvenience and a lost payroll, they really hadn't come out behind. Figuring that Dulin would now be more trouble than he was worth, the pirates did not pursue, and Dulin was now a free man.
This was two and a half years since he had left his family for some cothold in the west.
Dulin spent some time stationary at Southern, trying to salvage what he could of the life he once had. His sea legs were one thing that he was glad to be rid of after a day or so of just walking. He didn't like the idea of needing to get a wide variety of his equipment, but after a few months, he had managed to earn back almost everything that he had lost during his time with the pirates (except for that smidgen of his dignity). After a period of asking around with some of the older friends of the family who still kept in contact with his father, he was able to track down his family. He sent a letter to his father, notifying him that he was alive and well, and was about to do the same with Lyrai, when a better idea sparked his mind.
The next morning, at the age of 27, Dulin packed his meager belongings, and started his journey to track down Ponaa Weyr.
