Post by serano6 on Jun 28, 2007 23:37:47 GMT -5
Email: serano3@hotmail.com
Character
Name: Belayne
Rank: Stable hand/Candidate (Weyrbrat)
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Origin: Ponaa Weyr
Appearance: Belayne is built tall and strong. He is just a few inches shy of 7 feet and sturdily built. Though he is less than a “motivated” worker, with so many years in the stables and roaming outdoors, he has built up swoon – worthy muscles. He has straight, light brown hair cut short by his sister whenever she has the time. His eyes are a rich olive green with hints of hazel around the pupil. He has a prominent jaw, and a somewhat large but narrow nose. He also has ears that stick out a tad, but are not too wide.
His skin is deeply tanned and freckled under the eyes and up his arms. He has little lines around his eyes due to his constant squinting against the sun. His arms and legs are covered in various little nicks and scratches and he has two large scars. One of them stretches from his lower back and stretches horizontally to his hip bone. He received it when he landed on a piece of scrap after being thrown from a runner when he was six. The other is a jagged line on his calf received when his canine Cain was teething, though he’s never blamed her for it, claiming, “She was too little to know better.” As well, the pinky and ring fingers on his right hand are bent at the second joint from an accident he can’t remember as they’ve been that way as long as he can recall.
As for his dress, he has never cared much about clothes or material things in general. He wears either blue or brown loose pants of tough cloth to protect him from the rough hay. They are all worn and many times patched. His shirts are short sleeved of a similar, if lighter material, in light blue or white. He has one pair of boots he wears every day. The soles have been replaced more than once and there’s a hide patch on the tip of the left shoe, which does not quite match with the rest of the darkly colored hide. He does have one “nice” outfit however, and it is the prominent article in his trunk. It is a suit left to him by his father and, though somewhat outdated, it is quite well made. It is comprised of a pair of dark brown trousers, a white (and actually white, not turned grayish liek the rest of his shirts) shirt, a burgundy vest and a dark brown jacket to match the pants. It has yet to be worn.
(not pernese, but you get the idea)
Family:
DECEASED FATHER Beloric (Bell-ore-ick) (He would be 45 now) – Beloric died 13 turns ago of an infection, at the age of 32, so Belayne was still quite young when his father died and has few memories of him. Those memories Belayne does have however, he cherishes. Beloric was a good man, he worked in the stables all his life and his family lived a modest but stable life. His exact nature is unknown to Belayne, but the stable hand has created an idol of his lost father in his mind which no human could truly fulfill. Belayne calls upon the image of his father in times of hardship, or at least the one he has conjured, but without a true father figure Belayne lacks motivation or direction. He was built like Belayne and in moments of lucidity, Laina has often remarked how similar they appeared. Laina and Beloric met when he was working with the Weyrfolk and she was a Gold candidate. When she was 19 and still had not impressed, they were wed. Soon afterwards, Loira was born.
DECEASED MOTHER Laina (Lay-nah) (She would be 43 now)– She has never been truly pronounced dead in fact, merely missing. She disappeared 3 ago after 10 years of drowning in wine and spirits, she was. It is assumed that she committed suicide, but without her body ever being found, it is impossible to say. Her life was one of regrets. She regretted that she never found a life mate in a dragon and then suffered after her own soul mate was lost. Though an attractive woman in her day, you would never have guessed so when she disappeared, so hard as her life been. She drank from the day Beloric came down with sickness. She was also a bit of a nasty drunk. She was verbally abusive to her children, Belayne especially, possible because she saw in him the man who she was trying to forget. She is most likely the reason for much of Beloric current personality.
SISTER Loira (Loy-ra)– Age 23. She and Belayne have always had a turbulent relationship. They were incredibly close as children, having only each other. Laina had one miscarriage after Belayne, and after Beloric’s death, any hopes for new siblings were dashed. Loira had always been there to comfort Belayne after the boy escaped from one of his mother’s yelling sessions, but things became tenser as time went on. Loira met Sorigen when she was 17 and moved into his quarters later that turn. Belayne, 13 then, felt somewhat abandoned in the crèche by her, though he’d never admit it. As well, when he got older, Loira became frustrated with her brother’s lack of a work ethic or goals in life. Though they still see each other often and have their good moments, they are likely to shift into argument at a moment’s notice. Loira is the only person who Belayne is truly comfortable and moderately open with.
BROTHER IN LAW Sorigen (Sorr-ih-gann) – Age 29. Sorigen is a moderately talented Journeyman Harper. Though he is acceptable at the harp and has a fair voice, he is most talented at writing. He also has a knack for writing the most wonderfully sappy lyrics. That is why Loira originally fell for him. Although he is “pretty” he is rather short and thin and it is his over developed males sensitivity that is to most girls at least, his most attractive feature. Belayne does not know what his sister sees in him.
NEICE Sora (Sorr-ah)– Age 5. She is quite a darling with rosy, china doll cheeks and curly dark hair like her father’s. Though Belayne likes to pretend she’s a pain and generally ignores her, he has to admit she’s quite a sweetheart.
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Personality: On the outside he can seem like a bit of a well…not a very nice person. That may be true. He likes to drink and is certainly not scared of using the women that seem to be drawn to him. He wouldn’t be described as very outgoing person, but he does like to go out and have fun with his buddies. However, within a group of guys, he’d often be the one just sitting, looking somewhat broody. He is a man of few words but knows how to use the ones he has. He can charm with just a look and short monosyllabic phrases. He could definitely be characterized as the strong, silent type.
That is him socially at any rate; however he is also the kind of person who needs time by himself. Since he was 7 and learned that just walking away was the easiest way to avoid his mother’s tirades, he has been a roamer. He often goes off on walks or runs with just his dogs, observing and living with nature. In fact, he is s inclined to just head off somewhere not to return or hours or even days, that he is known as the most unreliable stable hand. He pulls his weight when he is actually there, but he is no where near responsible. However, many of the Weyrfolk and stable hands feel for him and what Belayne has dealt with growing up, as well they want to look out for Beloric’s only son.
In addition to being a free spirit, Belayne does not seem to have any direction at all. He never sets any goals, never perseveres against odds and never feels the need to go above and beyond…or even meet minimal expectations. The only person that’s every pushed him to do anything is Loira, but he generally ignores her. Possibly he fears failure, or possibly he is just lazy. So far he has just coasted through life. The argument can be made that he is young and it is therefore ok for him to simply roll with the flow as he does. Kenia has always just hoped he was taking time getting over his mother’s treatment of him, but the truth is, though he is now prone to roaming, he doesn’t dwell on nor is he deeply troubled by his childhood. However, at 19 years old with no signs of changing, it would seem like time for Belayne to do something with his life.
Though not a candidate, as a Weyrbrat he is entitled to stand for a dragon. He has done so twice, and only when he was halfheartedly pushed to by Loira. He often aims to stand, for reasons he’s not quite sure, but if a hatching occurs too early in the morning he’d rather roll over and go back to sleep, or while he’s away on one of his wanderings he is certainly not going to rush back. Neither has he found any interest in choosing a trade. He’s good with runners and strong as a mule, so what else would he want except to “work” all his life in the stables? Well, that’s his philosophy anyways.
His least favorite word is “potential.” It’s something people keep telling him he has tons of. However, he doesn’t see what good that does for himself. He’s bright and he has a certain charisma about him, but he feels no need to utilize these. He’s completely untapped, and heading nowhere.
Hobbies/Skills: He’s fairly simple in his hobbies in skills. He enjoys walking and trekking with his dogs around the Weyr, and stays in shape through running and swimming in the Weyr lake, as well as the occasional sparring with the other stable hands.
As for skills he has been taught to read and write as a child by the crèche nurses. He is also quite skilled in nature, being able to track, especially with the help of his dogs. He could certainly take care of himself if need be. He works well with animals and is a skilled runnerman. He is good with his hands and with practical skills…which are, however, made less meaningful by his complete lack of a work ethic.
Pets: He has 3 canines that he keeps in the stables, though they roam where they please. They are large, sturdily built, formidable looking beasts but ultimately fairly sweet. However, they are fiercely loyal and would protect Belayne to the death. They are all 6 turns old and from the same litter which Belayne happened upon while “working” in the stables. Though they are not technically his own, they have formed quite a tight unit. Belayne has always connected better to animals than humans, though he'd like to pretend the Canine's are just part of his tough guy act. The pack of them are made up of:
Male Adja – The largest of the three, the leader. He is almost pure black with one white foot. He is the one most likely to scare the shards out of any newcomers to the stables.
Male Scadi – The middle one. He is a little bit smaller than Adja, and less foreboding. Due to his cockeyed eyes, one being brown and the other blue and his white left ear, he looks somewhat comic.
Female Cain – Though the smallest and only female of the bunch, she is the only one actually likely to growl and nip at strangers. She’s also a bit of the bully to Scadi and only listens to Adja and Belayne. She is mostly white with only a few black spots.
History: Belayne doesn’t remember too much about his young childhood, but he thinks of it fondly. He remembers his father teaching him to ride a horse, and sitting on the bales of straw watching his father work. His life took a dramatic turn when his father died of infection. After that it was just him, his sister and his mother. Laina fell into a depressed stupor and drank heavily. Though she had moments of lucidity she was generally harsh and unbalanced. From a young age, Belayne and Loira learned to take care of themselves.
Though Laina never struck either of her children, she was cruel in her words. She didn’t even realize what she was saying most of the time, but she was especially hard on Belayne who too closely resembled his father. He started going off by himself more and more, or spending time with the animals in the stables. Though he appreciated the comfort and hiding places of the Weyr, the outdoors were always home for him.
As he got older, he seemed to live a fairly normal life, though neighboring quarters could certainly hear the raised voices next door. He was taught by the crèche nurses and, though he was often absent from lessons, he managed to grasp basic concepts of reading and writing. He officially began working in the stables at age 14. He began as a fairly eager worker, but lost interest in the menial tasks quickly.
As well as going off by himself, his quiet charisma began to gain him friends. He lacked most social skills up until the age of 12. However, through puberty he began to socialize more with his fellow Weyrbrats. He first discovered girls at 13 and had his first girlfriend at 14. She was 15 but he was quite tall and looked old for his age. It was also around this time that he first tried some of the drink that his mother seemed to like so much. He thought its effects were favorable as well.
From then on there were two sides to Belayne, the quiet, observant one who wandered with his dogs and the one who was jovial enough with his buddies and became rather adept at picking up girls. There was however, one aspect which dramatically set him apart from the other Weyrbrats and Candidates. He didn’t feel any overriding need to Impress a dragon. Though he certainly wouldn’t object to soaring across the sky on one of those creatures, he’d never had much contact with the dragonmen and considered it just too much trouble to go through the stress of standing on the sands. Though he stood twice, once when he was 14 and one when he was 16, on the urging of Loira, but not since.
Since that last stand when he was 16 his life has been fairly uneventful, to the outsider anyways. Though he’s gone on wild adventures with his canine companions and had many an enjoyable night in the Weyr, he has not showed any thought for his future. He doesn’t even consistently pull his weight in the barn. He has been coasting for two years and it looks as if that’s how he may continue.
Color Preference: Brown/Bronze
Sample RP: Belayne leaned against the tree and closed is eyes for a second. He wasn’t tired; he was just taking it all in for a moment, the breeze and the smells. He opened his eyes, a smile dawning on his face as he felt a wet tongue on his hand. He looked warmly at the creature, much more warmly than to any person, “Hey boy, I know, let’s go,” He acknowledged Scadi.
He and the three canines had been trekking through the southern mountains for two days now, not going anywhere really, just going. Sometimes Belayne felt his life was like that, he was going somewhere without any reason, and without any destination – and he didn’t much mind. It was just the way he lived and he found it quite satisfactory.
The stable hand took a look at his surroundings, taking a mental picture. Belayne had a keen sense of direction but he erected a quick marker of rocks next to the trees within the craggy rock anyways. He couldn’t claim to know all the ins and outs of the mountain range, he doubted anyone really could, but he’d never gotten himself truly lost. There were always ways to find the Weyr: the sun, the mountains, and of course the soaring dragons always pointed the way home. However, his sister sometimes feared he’d never return from one of his spur of the moment trips. He knew this, but there was just something about being alone in the wilderness that was addictive.
The sky was darkening. He found a flat spot nestled between to ridges and sheltered in an under hang of rock. He had few things with him. Some dried meat which could last him days, a water canteen he’d refilled in a rare stream earlier that day, a hunting knife and an old but hardy blanket which he now unrolled. He cut off a piece of meat with the knife as he seated himself, cross-legged on the ground. He tossed that piece to the dogs, he always brought extra for them, even though they could catch their own fleeting meals that scurried about the mountains.
Adja snapped up a hunk first and the rest was shared between Cain and Scadi. Though Belayne was adept with his knife, it was the three Canines who were his best protection. They were his best companions as well. He took a sip of water before closing up the wher hide container and tucking it under the corner of the blanket. Belayne scratched Cain between the ears. She licked his hand in return. “So, what’d you to think of…uh…Jaedi? Yeah that was her name, I thought she was nice. Should I go out with her again?” He said beginning a conversation. Cain licked his hand again. “Yeah? Well I’ll think about it, maybe.” He smiled again – twice in one hour, which had to be a record. “Well enough conversation,” He said, “Time to sleep, we have to start heading back tomorrow or Loira will have my skin, ok? Yeah I know she’s a pain.” He had finished with his daily allowance of words and now it was time to rest.
The young man lay back on his makeshift mat and closed his eyes, feeling quite at home. Three warm bodies leaned against him. Now this, this was peace.
Character
Name: Belayne
Rank: Stable hand/Candidate (Weyrbrat)
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Origin: Ponaa Weyr
Appearance: Belayne is built tall and strong. He is just a few inches shy of 7 feet and sturdily built. Though he is less than a “motivated” worker, with so many years in the stables and roaming outdoors, he has built up swoon – worthy muscles. He has straight, light brown hair cut short by his sister whenever she has the time. His eyes are a rich olive green with hints of hazel around the pupil. He has a prominent jaw, and a somewhat large but narrow nose. He also has ears that stick out a tad, but are not too wide.
His skin is deeply tanned and freckled under the eyes and up his arms. He has little lines around his eyes due to his constant squinting against the sun. His arms and legs are covered in various little nicks and scratches and he has two large scars. One of them stretches from his lower back and stretches horizontally to his hip bone. He received it when he landed on a piece of scrap after being thrown from a runner when he was six. The other is a jagged line on his calf received when his canine Cain was teething, though he’s never blamed her for it, claiming, “She was too little to know better.” As well, the pinky and ring fingers on his right hand are bent at the second joint from an accident he can’t remember as they’ve been that way as long as he can recall.
As for his dress, he has never cared much about clothes or material things in general. He wears either blue or brown loose pants of tough cloth to protect him from the rough hay. They are all worn and many times patched. His shirts are short sleeved of a similar, if lighter material, in light blue or white. He has one pair of boots he wears every day. The soles have been replaced more than once and there’s a hide patch on the tip of the left shoe, which does not quite match with the rest of the darkly colored hide. He does have one “nice” outfit however, and it is the prominent article in his trunk. It is a suit left to him by his father and, though somewhat outdated, it is quite well made. It is comprised of a pair of dark brown trousers, a white (and actually white, not turned grayish liek the rest of his shirts) shirt, a burgundy vest and a dark brown jacket to match the pants. It has yet to be worn.
(not pernese, but you get the idea)
Family:
DECEASED FATHER Beloric (Bell-ore-ick) (He would be 45 now) – Beloric died 13 turns ago of an infection, at the age of 32, so Belayne was still quite young when his father died and has few memories of him. Those memories Belayne does have however, he cherishes. Beloric was a good man, he worked in the stables all his life and his family lived a modest but stable life. His exact nature is unknown to Belayne, but the stable hand has created an idol of his lost father in his mind which no human could truly fulfill. Belayne calls upon the image of his father in times of hardship, or at least the one he has conjured, but without a true father figure Belayne lacks motivation or direction. He was built like Belayne and in moments of lucidity, Laina has often remarked how similar they appeared. Laina and Beloric met when he was working with the Weyrfolk and she was a Gold candidate. When she was 19 and still had not impressed, they were wed. Soon afterwards, Loira was born.
DECEASED MOTHER Laina (Lay-nah) (She would be 43 now)– She has never been truly pronounced dead in fact, merely missing. She disappeared 3 ago after 10 years of drowning in wine and spirits, she was. It is assumed that she committed suicide, but without her body ever being found, it is impossible to say. Her life was one of regrets. She regretted that she never found a life mate in a dragon and then suffered after her own soul mate was lost. Though an attractive woman in her day, you would never have guessed so when she disappeared, so hard as her life been. She drank from the day Beloric came down with sickness. She was also a bit of a nasty drunk. She was verbally abusive to her children, Belayne especially, possible because she saw in him the man who she was trying to forget. She is most likely the reason for much of Beloric current personality.
SISTER Loira (Loy-ra)– Age 23. She and Belayne have always had a turbulent relationship. They were incredibly close as children, having only each other. Laina had one miscarriage after Belayne, and after Beloric’s death, any hopes for new siblings were dashed. Loira had always been there to comfort Belayne after the boy escaped from one of his mother’s yelling sessions, but things became tenser as time went on. Loira met Sorigen when she was 17 and moved into his quarters later that turn. Belayne, 13 then, felt somewhat abandoned in the crèche by her, though he’d never admit it. As well, when he got older, Loira became frustrated with her brother’s lack of a work ethic or goals in life. Though they still see each other often and have their good moments, they are likely to shift into argument at a moment’s notice. Loira is the only person who Belayne is truly comfortable and moderately open with.
BROTHER IN LAW Sorigen (Sorr-ih-gann) – Age 29. Sorigen is a moderately talented Journeyman Harper. Though he is acceptable at the harp and has a fair voice, he is most talented at writing. He also has a knack for writing the most wonderfully sappy lyrics. That is why Loira originally fell for him. Although he is “pretty” he is rather short and thin and it is his over developed males sensitivity that is to most girls at least, his most attractive feature. Belayne does not know what his sister sees in him.
NEICE Sora (Sorr-ah)– Age 5. She is quite a darling with rosy, china doll cheeks and curly dark hair like her father’s. Though Belayne likes to pretend she’s a pain and generally ignores her, he has to admit she’s quite a sweetheart.
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Personality: On the outside he can seem like a bit of a well…not a very nice person. That may be true. He likes to drink and is certainly not scared of using the women that seem to be drawn to him. He wouldn’t be described as very outgoing person, but he does like to go out and have fun with his buddies. However, within a group of guys, he’d often be the one just sitting, looking somewhat broody. He is a man of few words but knows how to use the ones he has. He can charm with just a look and short monosyllabic phrases. He could definitely be characterized as the strong, silent type.
That is him socially at any rate; however he is also the kind of person who needs time by himself. Since he was 7 and learned that just walking away was the easiest way to avoid his mother’s tirades, he has been a roamer. He often goes off on walks or runs with just his dogs, observing and living with nature. In fact, he is s inclined to just head off somewhere not to return or hours or even days, that he is known as the most unreliable stable hand. He pulls his weight when he is actually there, but he is no where near responsible. However, many of the Weyrfolk and stable hands feel for him and what Belayne has dealt with growing up, as well they want to look out for Beloric’s only son.
In addition to being a free spirit, Belayne does not seem to have any direction at all. He never sets any goals, never perseveres against odds and never feels the need to go above and beyond…or even meet minimal expectations. The only person that’s every pushed him to do anything is Loira, but he generally ignores her. Possibly he fears failure, or possibly he is just lazy. So far he has just coasted through life. The argument can be made that he is young and it is therefore ok for him to simply roll with the flow as he does. Kenia has always just hoped he was taking time getting over his mother’s treatment of him, but the truth is, though he is now prone to roaming, he doesn’t dwell on nor is he deeply troubled by his childhood. However, at 19 years old with no signs of changing, it would seem like time for Belayne to do something with his life.
Though not a candidate, as a Weyrbrat he is entitled to stand for a dragon. He has done so twice, and only when he was halfheartedly pushed to by Loira. He often aims to stand, for reasons he’s not quite sure, but if a hatching occurs too early in the morning he’d rather roll over and go back to sleep, or while he’s away on one of his wanderings he is certainly not going to rush back. Neither has he found any interest in choosing a trade. He’s good with runners and strong as a mule, so what else would he want except to “work” all his life in the stables? Well, that’s his philosophy anyways.
His least favorite word is “potential.” It’s something people keep telling him he has tons of. However, he doesn’t see what good that does for himself. He’s bright and he has a certain charisma about him, but he feels no need to utilize these. He’s completely untapped, and heading nowhere.
Hobbies/Skills: He’s fairly simple in his hobbies in skills. He enjoys walking and trekking with his dogs around the Weyr, and stays in shape through running and swimming in the Weyr lake, as well as the occasional sparring with the other stable hands.
As for skills he has been taught to read and write as a child by the crèche nurses. He is also quite skilled in nature, being able to track, especially with the help of his dogs. He could certainly take care of himself if need be. He works well with animals and is a skilled runnerman. He is good with his hands and with practical skills…which are, however, made less meaningful by his complete lack of a work ethic.
Pets: He has 3 canines that he keeps in the stables, though they roam where they please. They are large, sturdily built, formidable looking beasts but ultimately fairly sweet. However, they are fiercely loyal and would protect Belayne to the death. They are all 6 turns old and from the same litter which Belayne happened upon while “working” in the stables. Though they are not technically his own, they have formed quite a tight unit. Belayne has always connected better to animals than humans, though he'd like to pretend the Canine's are just part of his tough guy act. The pack of them are made up of:
Male Adja – The largest of the three, the leader. He is almost pure black with one white foot. He is the one most likely to scare the shards out of any newcomers to the stables.
Male Scadi – The middle one. He is a little bit smaller than Adja, and less foreboding. Due to his cockeyed eyes, one being brown and the other blue and his white left ear, he looks somewhat comic.
Female Cain – Though the smallest and only female of the bunch, she is the only one actually likely to growl and nip at strangers. She’s also a bit of the bully to Scadi and only listens to Adja and Belayne. She is mostly white with only a few black spots.
History: Belayne doesn’t remember too much about his young childhood, but he thinks of it fondly. He remembers his father teaching him to ride a horse, and sitting on the bales of straw watching his father work. His life took a dramatic turn when his father died of infection. After that it was just him, his sister and his mother. Laina fell into a depressed stupor and drank heavily. Though she had moments of lucidity she was generally harsh and unbalanced. From a young age, Belayne and Loira learned to take care of themselves.
Though Laina never struck either of her children, she was cruel in her words. She didn’t even realize what she was saying most of the time, but she was especially hard on Belayne who too closely resembled his father. He started going off by himself more and more, or spending time with the animals in the stables. Though he appreciated the comfort and hiding places of the Weyr, the outdoors were always home for him.
As he got older, he seemed to live a fairly normal life, though neighboring quarters could certainly hear the raised voices next door. He was taught by the crèche nurses and, though he was often absent from lessons, he managed to grasp basic concepts of reading and writing. He officially began working in the stables at age 14. He began as a fairly eager worker, but lost interest in the menial tasks quickly.
As well as going off by himself, his quiet charisma began to gain him friends. He lacked most social skills up until the age of 12. However, through puberty he began to socialize more with his fellow Weyrbrats. He first discovered girls at 13 and had his first girlfriend at 14. She was 15 but he was quite tall and looked old for his age. It was also around this time that he first tried some of the drink that his mother seemed to like so much. He thought its effects were favorable as well.
From then on there were two sides to Belayne, the quiet, observant one who wandered with his dogs and the one who was jovial enough with his buddies and became rather adept at picking up girls. There was however, one aspect which dramatically set him apart from the other Weyrbrats and Candidates. He didn’t feel any overriding need to Impress a dragon. Though he certainly wouldn’t object to soaring across the sky on one of those creatures, he’d never had much contact with the dragonmen and considered it just too much trouble to go through the stress of standing on the sands. Though he stood twice, once when he was 14 and one when he was 16, on the urging of Loira, but not since.
Since that last stand when he was 16 his life has been fairly uneventful, to the outsider anyways. Though he’s gone on wild adventures with his canine companions and had many an enjoyable night in the Weyr, he has not showed any thought for his future. He doesn’t even consistently pull his weight in the barn. He has been coasting for two years and it looks as if that’s how he may continue.
Color Preference: Brown/Bronze
Sample RP: Belayne leaned against the tree and closed is eyes for a second. He wasn’t tired; he was just taking it all in for a moment, the breeze and the smells. He opened his eyes, a smile dawning on his face as he felt a wet tongue on his hand. He looked warmly at the creature, much more warmly than to any person, “Hey boy, I know, let’s go,” He acknowledged Scadi.
He and the three canines had been trekking through the southern mountains for two days now, not going anywhere really, just going. Sometimes Belayne felt his life was like that, he was going somewhere without any reason, and without any destination – and he didn’t much mind. It was just the way he lived and he found it quite satisfactory.
The stable hand took a look at his surroundings, taking a mental picture. Belayne had a keen sense of direction but he erected a quick marker of rocks next to the trees within the craggy rock anyways. He couldn’t claim to know all the ins and outs of the mountain range, he doubted anyone really could, but he’d never gotten himself truly lost. There were always ways to find the Weyr: the sun, the mountains, and of course the soaring dragons always pointed the way home. However, his sister sometimes feared he’d never return from one of his spur of the moment trips. He knew this, but there was just something about being alone in the wilderness that was addictive.
The sky was darkening. He found a flat spot nestled between to ridges and sheltered in an under hang of rock. He had few things with him. Some dried meat which could last him days, a water canteen he’d refilled in a rare stream earlier that day, a hunting knife and an old but hardy blanket which he now unrolled. He cut off a piece of meat with the knife as he seated himself, cross-legged on the ground. He tossed that piece to the dogs, he always brought extra for them, even though they could catch their own fleeting meals that scurried about the mountains.
Adja snapped up a hunk first and the rest was shared between Cain and Scadi. Though Belayne was adept with his knife, it was the three Canines who were his best protection. They were his best companions as well. He took a sip of water before closing up the wher hide container and tucking it under the corner of the blanket. Belayne scratched Cain between the ears. She licked his hand in return. “So, what’d you to think of…uh…Jaedi? Yeah that was her name, I thought she was nice. Should I go out with her again?” He said beginning a conversation. Cain licked his hand again. “Yeah? Well I’ll think about it, maybe.” He smiled again – twice in one hour, which had to be a record. “Well enough conversation,” He said, “Time to sleep, we have to start heading back tomorrow or Loira will have my skin, ok? Yeah I know she’s a pain.” He had finished with his daily allowance of words and now it was time to rest.
The young man lay back on his makeshift mat and closed his eyes, feeling quite at home. Three warm bodies leaned against him. Now this, this was peace.
And say if Cain ever had pups, they wouldn't be his to give/sell
