Post by FireThorne on Jan 27, 2007 0:54:47 GMT -5
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Character
Name: T’ryus (Tuh-rye-us)
Rank: Weyrharper
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Origin: Southern Weyr
Appearance: Though not exactly the tallest of figures, cutting just short of 6'0, T’ryus is built well and can certainly be called attractive. He is lean, but not so much so that you cannot tell there is muscle enough to take care of himself, and coupled with his broad shoulders and narrow waist it is obvious weyrlife has agreed with him. His stomach is flat and hard, his legs muscular and corded from his turns of dragonriding. Overall, he is not as strong as the most fit of riders, but he is still a force to be reckoned with. He is browned well from the Southern sun, and has been outdoors so much his complexion is beginning to lean more towards ruddy than just merely tanned. His features are more charming than handsome, for looking upon him you see the smooth, cute face of a boy, not the strong, square jaw of a man. However, despite the pretty face he has, it is still so obvious that this rider is all male.
Blonde hair surrounds that asian-reminiscent face; short, choppy, and just as careless as the rider himself. It is a true blonde, without any honey or brown mixed in, and just long enough to be messy, falling around his ears and in his eyes. However, it is not shaggy or unattractive, but rather unruly in a tempting way. T’ryus would never allow himself to look shabby, since he values the opinions of the ladies far too much. His eyes are the color of the night, shadowed and indiscernible from black, which he can and does use to his advantage. His dark gaze has often mesmerized his audience while he wove a haunting song. His hands are long and quite capable, having being trained from birth in the careful, controlled movements required of a harper. The greenrider has no callouses or rough skin on his hands, since such things would have hindered his ability to play, because he has taken care to always wear gloves when performing hard labor.
As far as clothing, T’ryus is simple, but stylish. His appearance is important to him, since he loves to flirt and always wants to look good for the ladies. His heavy, wherhide boots clasp over leggings he goes to great lengths to ensure are fitted just right, which are accented by two belts. His shirts are simple spun cotton, usually sleeveless and cut beneath his throat in a small ‘V’, commonly worn in the colors of white or blue. Two silver rings loop through his left cartilage, giving a glimpse of his wilder side. He carries no dagger nor sword, but he does keep a small flask of quickal on him at all times. The silver flagon is small enough to slip into his boot or in his belt, and he never leaves his weyr without a full stash. The greenrider can hold his liquor, for certain, so he never gets drunk during the day, even if he takes more than a few sips. He could outdrink a fish, leaving the poor aquatic native drunk as a skunk and the man no worse for the wear.
Family:
T’vin, rider of blue Sithenth (45)-Weyrharper at Southern, he is a cheerful man that is content with his life. He was good to his son, since by some miracle T’ryus was the only child he fathered. Blonde hair like his son’s is worn short, with lovely green eyes that drew Alryus to him many turns ago.
Alryus (47)-A drudge at Southern, her black hair matches her dark eyes. She fell for T’vin at a young age, but only gave him one child. She is a kind woman, and is rather adept at playing and singing herself, since the bluerider taught her much of what he knew. She took a great interest in her son, and passed on the harper heritage to him.
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Personality: Mischievous is one of the first words that best describes our dear Weyrharper, for he is a hot-blooded soul that absolutely loves to have fun. A cocky grin is the most common expression you will find upon his face, and by far his favorite haunt is the weyrhall. T’ryus loves to be surrounded by people, so he can flirt with a pretty lady or joke around with one of the guys. Being a harper does not serve to lessen his amorous ways, either, on the contrary, that honeyed tongue only feeds the flames. He loves a good jest almost as much as women, though, and can dish it out just as well as he can take it. He lives for the moment, and never thinks about what the future may hold, and nor does he dwell on the past. The greenrider exists for the moment, and there are few things that can depress him enough to brood over what has been or what might be. He loves life, and just wants to live it.
An ardent soul, T’ryus is both hot-blooded and hotheaded. The greenrider is fiery, quick-tempered, and easily riled up. Anyone who decides to toss even the smallest of insults his way will be met with hot words and, if they decide to push their luck, his fists. He does not go looking for trouble, mind you, but if you are, you can find it with him. He will take nothing easily, so do not think you can needle him and get away with it. Joking is one matter; insults are quite another. The harper has been in several fistfights, and has proven himself to be rather adept at it, truth be told. A deck on the jaw is not enough to dissuade him, either, so if you start something with him, you best be prepared to lay him out. As far as women go, the greenrider has a bit more tolerance for them than other men. Though he will take no amount of goading from males, he will put up with some needling from the ladies. He does not feel it is right to treat the fairer sex roughly, so they can get pretty far lashing at him before he will react. Though, you can bet your last mark he is seething on the inside. However, not even the girls can feel totally safe, for if they push him far enough, he is just as likely to throw them over his knee and tan their rears as he is to walk away. You can gamble it-just don’t get snotty if you lose.
Despite the quick temper boiling beneath the surface, the weyrharper is a good guy at heart, and rather laid-back as long as you don’t get him riled up. He is always up for a bit of mischief-making as well, and any practical joke being planned usually involves him in some way. All the riders know who to go to when they want to cause a little devilry. All in good, harmless fun, however. T’ryus would never be cruel to anyone, for though his temper erupts like a volcano, he does not have it in him to be vicious or mean. The greenrider respects his leaders, as well, and applies a great deal of effort into his drills. However, when his Wingleader calls an end to the day, he is done with work and is ready to play, and you will hardly ever see him practicing or working unless it is required of him. He takes his calling seriously enough, but he is not obsessed with being the best. He would much rather be writing music or tossing clever words.
Hobbies/Skills: T’ryus is quite adept at playing several instruments, since his mother passed on much of his father’s knowledge to him as he was growing up. His favorite instrument to play is the violin, since the lilting and melancholy voice it holds sounds purely beautiful to his ears. However, he can also play the lute, harp and pipes, and nearly any type of musical equipment you place in his hands. His voice is very lovely, and he often sings to himself or his green when he is working. His favorite songs are the deep, husky ones that tells of great dragonrider deeds.
Pets: None.
History: Born Teryus at Southern Weyr, the greenrider always looks back on his childhood as a very pleasant one. His father was a bluerider, T’vin of Sithenth, and the Weyrharper, while his mother was merely a drudge. Alryus was a rather kind woman, though, and fell in love with the bluerider when she was very young. It was the songs he sang and his beautiful voice that captured her, and T’vin thought the drudge was lovely despite her lowly station. The two had only one child together, though their relationship lasts still. Teryus was blessed enough to have been birthed to a mother that loved her child deeply, and every day she would pick him up after her chores were completed and take him back to his father’s weyr. Even though the bluerider was busy with drills and his own duties, he still made time for his son, so the greenrider still considers his father to be a man of upstanding character. His mother spent the evenings instructing her son in the ways of music, something she had learned from T’vin, and by the time he was a mere ten turns of age he could play an impressive variety of instruments. He and his father harmonized well, too.
Between playing with the other weyrbrats and being tutored in music, Teryus had plenty of amusing activities to pass the time. He loved playing pranks, as well, and was often seen being run out of the kitchens or weyrhall for playing some kind of joke. However, they were all harmless. At the age of thirteen turns, he was chosen to stand at Impression and bonded to his green Lyreth, which surprised his father to no end. T’vin had always been sure his son would follow in his old man’s footsteps, but was happy for the child nonetheless. Though now he had less time to spare, the boy continued to seek musical instruction from his parents, and at nineteen turns he was as talented as his father. It was also around this time he decided he too wished to be a Weyrharper, and began inquiring as to which weyr was in need of such. His parents enthusiastically supported his decision, for they thought it would be a waste of his talent if he did not exercise it so. He had been playing and singing with his father for quite a while in the weyrhall at nights, and it was here he discovered his love of performing. It was soon brought to his attention that Ponaa had no harper, and so off the greenrider went, satisfied that he could continue the craft that he loved.
Once at Ponaa, the greenrider adjusted to life rather easily, making friends of those in his wing quickly. However, ever since the man had been a weyrling he harbored an explosive temper that got him into quite a few brawls, and that impulsive nature had accompanied him to his new home. He found himself in several fistfights, not all of which were exactly his fault, though, and he has been berated by his Wingleader more than once for his temper and behavior. Despite the rocky ground his quick moods have created, he is still thought of well and is considered to be a good wingrider. He is certainly a good Weyrharper. T’ryus has a deep, husky voice that can send shivers down your spine when he wishes, and the riders at Ponaa have welcomed his talents. The ladies, particularly, have singled him out as a man of interest, and he does not mind their attentions in the slightest. On the contrary, he welcomes them. The Weyrharper will certainly prove to be a hard one to pin down if a rider decides to try to catch him.
Dragon
Name: Lyreth (Lie-reth)
Age: 12
Color: Green
Sire/ Dam: Bronze Deluth/Gold Weseth
Weyr Impressed at: Southern Weyr
Appearance: A deep, poison green graces Lyreth’s body, her hide a very rich and earthy color. Unlike many dragons, her underbelly and legs do not vary in shade, for her coloring is uniform from her wedge-shaped head to the tip of her tail. She loves the color of her hide, however, and prides herself upon being such a vivid and profound green. The only variation you will find upon her is the lighter, more jade green that stretches between her wingjoints for her sails, and that same color on her claws. Other than that, she appears flawless. On the other hand, though, her conformation is not quite so perfect.
She is a small green, with slender legs and a body that is petite and willowy. She is actually one of the smallest of her color, being below the average size for most dragons. Her wingspan is a slight too large for her body, but one must look rather closely to tell. Because she is so lithe, Lyreth is very graceful and maneuverable, but she is not nearly as fast at short sprints as her sisters with larger wings. However, she is tough, and can hold flight just as long as any of the larger greens, even though one would think she would be too small to have enough stamina. She excels at tight turns and daring maneuvers, but is slower when it comes to range flying. Her face is just as delicate as the rest of her, with slender jaws and sleek curves.
Personality: A typical green, the first thing to be said about Lyreth is that she likes to flirt. Just like her rider, she loves to toss clever words with other dragons, but by far her favorite pastime is to be complimented. She is practically shameless, and basks in the attention of blues and browns. She thinks herself quite lovely, and therefore believes every single sugared word. It is rather difficult to keep her attention, however, for she is very flighty and tends to flirt with several dragons in one day. She does not take well to being put-off, either, so if a dragon ignores her she will be spitting with indignation. She is quite like T’ryus in the anger aspect, and has an explosive temper that springs to the surface more often than seems possible. It is very easy to insult her, and she tends to hold grudges for unreasonable amounts of time. She is not very forgiving, either, so do not expect to merely apologize and have your slight forgotten. It takes sevendays for this green to cool off.
Despite the hot temper, Lyreth is very affectionate and caring, especially towards her rider. She loves to have fun, and finds it easy to make friends. She is extremely open and forward, shyness being a thing unknown, so she tends to speak to any dragon she finds herself around, whether browns, blues, or other greens. She is also sweet when she wants to be, and can actually be very kind when the whim strikes her. The green is usually making jokes or flirting with her companions, but she can also be very reflective and gentle when she wants to be. It just really depends on what kind of mood she is in. Lyreth is not competitive at all, and merely does what she can during drills. She is not exactly lazy, but she only does what is required of her. She never tries to go beyond what the Wingleader expects of them, and is content to just fly as needed. Overall, she is fiery green that wants to have fun. She does, however, love to hear her rider sing and play, and can spend candlemarks laying in her weyr just listening to T’ryus. She even prefers this to flirting. She adores him above everything.
History: Lyreth broke her shell and immediately darted forward on her ungainly legs towards the waiting candidates, picking up speed at an alarming pace. She knew which boy she wanted, for the pull was so strong she felt it the instant her shell shattered. Of course, she had been towards the edge of the sands, so she did not have far to travel. Her eyes were already on the boy. She was close, so close that she could tell the color of his eyes when the brown wobbled in front of her. The green did not have enough time or talent to stop, and she slammed into her brother, her momentum sending both of them tumbling forward. The brown bellowed indignantly, but Lyreth bristled. Stuff it. If you had been watching where you were going, this never would have happened you oaf. She spat. Her tumble was halted when she crashed into something soft, and the dragonet looked up to met the eyes of a boy. No, not just any boy, but the one she knew was hers. It was Impression.
T’ryus, Lyreth is hungry! She announced, and rumbled happily as he gently righted her on her feet. The pair then left the sands, but not before she tossed one last glare towards the clumsy brown.
Through weyrling training, Lyreth cared more for making friends and flirting than she did for learning how to fight the best, so she always landed just average in their classes. She did well enough, though, but not so much as to be recognized for her talents. Yet she was happy, and that was all that mattered to her and her rider. T’ryus spent much of his free time with his parents, learning how to be a weyrharper, and she always liked to hear him practice. She loves music. When she graduated, the green took to the adult wings with ease, eager to end drills for the day so she could be bathed and oiled. Then flirt. She was rather excited when her rider was transferred to Ponaa, looking forward to meeting new dragons.
During the poisoning, Lyreth was one of the fortunate ones that did not consume any of the tainted meat. T’ryus always said she had been covered by the wings of Faranth to be protected from the tragedy. Leave it to a harper to put things so poetically. As far as her Flights go, the green has no preference as to which dragon flies her, and it is merely the one that strikes her fancy at the time that catches her. Her rider hardly complains about her impulsive nature, however, since he is currently un-weyrmated.
Wing flown with: Beta Wing
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Character
Name: T’ryus (Tuh-rye-us)
Rank: Weyrharper
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Origin: Southern Weyr
Appearance: Though not exactly the tallest of figures, cutting just short of 6'0, T’ryus is built well and can certainly be called attractive. He is lean, but not so much so that you cannot tell there is muscle enough to take care of himself, and coupled with his broad shoulders and narrow waist it is obvious weyrlife has agreed with him. His stomach is flat and hard, his legs muscular and corded from his turns of dragonriding. Overall, he is not as strong as the most fit of riders, but he is still a force to be reckoned with. He is browned well from the Southern sun, and has been outdoors so much his complexion is beginning to lean more towards ruddy than just merely tanned. His features are more charming than handsome, for looking upon him you see the smooth, cute face of a boy, not the strong, square jaw of a man. However, despite the pretty face he has, it is still so obvious that this rider is all male.
Blonde hair surrounds that asian-reminiscent face; short, choppy, and just as careless as the rider himself. It is a true blonde, without any honey or brown mixed in, and just long enough to be messy, falling around his ears and in his eyes. However, it is not shaggy or unattractive, but rather unruly in a tempting way. T’ryus would never allow himself to look shabby, since he values the opinions of the ladies far too much. His eyes are the color of the night, shadowed and indiscernible from black, which he can and does use to his advantage. His dark gaze has often mesmerized his audience while he wove a haunting song. His hands are long and quite capable, having being trained from birth in the careful, controlled movements required of a harper. The greenrider has no callouses or rough skin on his hands, since such things would have hindered his ability to play, because he has taken care to always wear gloves when performing hard labor.
As far as clothing, T’ryus is simple, but stylish. His appearance is important to him, since he loves to flirt and always wants to look good for the ladies. His heavy, wherhide boots clasp over leggings he goes to great lengths to ensure are fitted just right, which are accented by two belts. His shirts are simple spun cotton, usually sleeveless and cut beneath his throat in a small ‘V’, commonly worn in the colors of white or blue. Two silver rings loop through his left cartilage, giving a glimpse of his wilder side. He carries no dagger nor sword, but he does keep a small flask of quickal on him at all times. The silver flagon is small enough to slip into his boot or in his belt, and he never leaves his weyr without a full stash. The greenrider can hold his liquor, for certain, so he never gets drunk during the day, even if he takes more than a few sips. He could outdrink a fish, leaving the poor aquatic native drunk as a skunk and the man no worse for the wear.
Family:
T’vin, rider of blue Sithenth (45)-Weyrharper at Southern, he is a cheerful man that is content with his life. He was good to his son, since by some miracle T’ryus was the only child he fathered. Blonde hair like his son’s is worn short, with lovely green eyes that drew Alryus to him many turns ago.
Alryus (47)-A drudge at Southern, her black hair matches her dark eyes. She fell for T’vin at a young age, but only gave him one child. She is a kind woman, and is rather adept at playing and singing herself, since the bluerider taught her much of what he knew. She took a great interest in her son, and passed on the harper heritage to him.
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Personality: Mischievous is one of the first words that best describes our dear Weyrharper, for he is a hot-blooded soul that absolutely loves to have fun. A cocky grin is the most common expression you will find upon his face, and by far his favorite haunt is the weyrhall. T’ryus loves to be surrounded by people, so he can flirt with a pretty lady or joke around with one of the guys. Being a harper does not serve to lessen his amorous ways, either, on the contrary, that honeyed tongue only feeds the flames. He loves a good jest almost as much as women, though, and can dish it out just as well as he can take it. He lives for the moment, and never thinks about what the future may hold, and nor does he dwell on the past. The greenrider exists for the moment, and there are few things that can depress him enough to brood over what has been or what might be. He loves life, and just wants to live it.
An ardent soul, T’ryus is both hot-blooded and hotheaded. The greenrider is fiery, quick-tempered, and easily riled up. Anyone who decides to toss even the smallest of insults his way will be met with hot words and, if they decide to push their luck, his fists. He does not go looking for trouble, mind you, but if you are, you can find it with him. He will take nothing easily, so do not think you can needle him and get away with it. Joking is one matter; insults are quite another. The harper has been in several fistfights, and has proven himself to be rather adept at it, truth be told. A deck on the jaw is not enough to dissuade him, either, so if you start something with him, you best be prepared to lay him out. As far as women go, the greenrider has a bit more tolerance for them than other men. Though he will take no amount of goading from males, he will put up with some needling from the ladies. He does not feel it is right to treat the fairer sex roughly, so they can get pretty far lashing at him before he will react. Though, you can bet your last mark he is seething on the inside. However, not even the girls can feel totally safe, for if they push him far enough, he is just as likely to throw them over his knee and tan their rears as he is to walk away. You can gamble it-just don’t get snotty if you lose.
Despite the quick temper boiling beneath the surface, the weyrharper is a good guy at heart, and rather laid-back as long as you don’t get him riled up. He is always up for a bit of mischief-making as well, and any practical joke being planned usually involves him in some way. All the riders know who to go to when they want to cause a little devilry. All in good, harmless fun, however. T’ryus would never be cruel to anyone, for though his temper erupts like a volcano, he does not have it in him to be vicious or mean. The greenrider respects his leaders, as well, and applies a great deal of effort into his drills. However, when his Wingleader calls an end to the day, he is done with work and is ready to play, and you will hardly ever see him practicing or working unless it is required of him. He takes his calling seriously enough, but he is not obsessed with being the best. He would much rather be writing music or tossing clever words.
Hobbies/Skills: T’ryus is quite adept at playing several instruments, since his mother passed on much of his father’s knowledge to him as he was growing up. His favorite instrument to play is the violin, since the lilting and melancholy voice it holds sounds purely beautiful to his ears. However, he can also play the lute, harp and pipes, and nearly any type of musical equipment you place in his hands. His voice is very lovely, and he often sings to himself or his green when he is working. His favorite songs are the deep, husky ones that tells of great dragonrider deeds.
Pets: None.
History: Born Teryus at Southern Weyr, the greenrider always looks back on his childhood as a very pleasant one. His father was a bluerider, T’vin of Sithenth, and the Weyrharper, while his mother was merely a drudge. Alryus was a rather kind woman, though, and fell in love with the bluerider when she was very young. It was the songs he sang and his beautiful voice that captured her, and T’vin thought the drudge was lovely despite her lowly station. The two had only one child together, though their relationship lasts still. Teryus was blessed enough to have been birthed to a mother that loved her child deeply, and every day she would pick him up after her chores were completed and take him back to his father’s weyr. Even though the bluerider was busy with drills and his own duties, he still made time for his son, so the greenrider still considers his father to be a man of upstanding character. His mother spent the evenings instructing her son in the ways of music, something she had learned from T’vin, and by the time he was a mere ten turns of age he could play an impressive variety of instruments. He and his father harmonized well, too.
Between playing with the other weyrbrats and being tutored in music, Teryus had plenty of amusing activities to pass the time. He loved playing pranks, as well, and was often seen being run out of the kitchens or weyrhall for playing some kind of joke. However, they were all harmless. At the age of thirteen turns, he was chosen to stand at Impression and bonded to his green Lyreth, which surprised his father to no end. T’vin had always been sure his son would follow in his old man’s footsteps, but was happy for the child nonetheless. Though now he had less time to spare, the boy continued to seek musical instruction from his parents, and at nineteen turns he was as talented as his father. It was also around this time he decided he too wished to be a Weyrharper, and began inquiring as to which weyr was in need of such. His parents enthusiastically supported his decision, for they thought it would be a waste of his talent if he did not exercise it so. He had been playing and singing with his father for quite a while in the weyrhall at nights, and it was here he discovered his love of performing. It was soon brought to his attention that Ponaa had no harper, and so off the greenrider went, satisfied that he could continue the craft that he loved.
Once at Ponaa, the greenrider adjusted to life rather easily, making friends of those in his wing quickly. However, ever since the man had been a weyrling he harbored an explosive temper that got him into quite a few brawls, and that impulsive nature had accompanied him to his new home. He found himself in several fistfights, not all of which were exactly his fault, though, and he has been berated by his Wingleader more than once for his temper and behavior. Despite the rocky ground his quick moods have created, he is still thought of well and is considered to be a good wingrider. He is certainly a good Weyrharper. T’ryus has a deep, husky voice that can send shivers down your spine when he wishes, and the riders at Ponaa have welcomed his talents. The ladies, particularly, have singled him out as a man of interest, and he does not mind their attentions in the slightest. On the contrary, he welcomes them. The Weyrharper will certainly prove to be a hard one to pin down if a rider decides to try to catch him.
Dragon
Name: Lyreth (Lie-reth)
Age: 12
Color: Green
Sire/ Dam: Bronze Deluth/Gold Weseth
Weyr Impressed at: Southern Weyr
Appearance: A deep, poison green graces Lyreth’s body, her hide a very rich and earthy color. Unlike many dragons, her underbelly and legs do not vary in shade, for her coloring is uniform from her wedge-shaped head to the tip of her tail. She loves the color of her hide, however, and prides herself upon being such a vivid and profound green. The only variation you will find upon her is the lighter, more jade green that stretches between her wingjoints for her sails, and that same color on her claws. Other than that, she appears flawless. On the other hand, though, her conformation is not quite so perfect.
She is a small green, with slender legs and a body that is petite and willowy. She is actually one of the smallest of her color, being below the average size for most dragons. Her wingspan is a slight too large for her body, but one must look rather closely to tell. Because she is so lithe, Lyreth is very graceful and maneuverable, but she is not nearly as fast at short sprints as her sisters with larger wings. However, she is tough, and can hold flight just as long as any of the larger greens, even though one would think she would be too small to have enough stamina. She excels at tight turns and daring maneuvers, but is slower when it comes to range flying. Her face is just as delicate as the rest of her, with slender jaws and sleek curves.
Personality: A typical green, the first thing to be said about Lyreth is that she likes to flirt. Just like her rider, she loves to toss clever words with other dragons, but by far her favorite pastime is to be complimented. She is practically shameless, and basks in the attention of blues and browns. She thinks herself quite lovely, and therefore believes every single sugared word. It is rather difficult to keep her attention, however, for she is very flighty and tends to flirt with several dragons in one day. She does not take well to being put-off, either, so if a dragon ignores her she will be spitting with indignation. She is quite like T’ryus in the anger aspect, and has an explosive temper that springs to the surface more often than seems possible. It is very easy to insult her, and she tends to hold grudges for unreasonable amounts of time. She is not very forgiving, either, so do not expect to merely apologize and have your slight forgotten. It takes sevendays for this green to cool off.
Despite the hot temper, Lyreth is very affectionate and caring, especially towards her rider. She loves to have fun, and finds it easy to make friends. She is extremely open and forward, shyness being a thing unknown, so she tends to speak to any dragon she finds herself around, whether browns, blues, or other greens. She is also sweet when she wants to be, and can actually be very kind when the whim strikes her. The green is usually making jokes or flirting with her companions, but she can also be very reflective and gentle when she wants to be. It just really depends on what kind of mood she is in. Lyreth is not competitive at all, and merely does what she can during drills. She is not exactly lazy, but she only does what is required of her. She never tries to go beyond what the Wingleader expects of them, and is content to just fly as needed. Overall, she is fiery green that wants to have fun. She does, however, love to hear her rider sing and play, and can spend candlemarks laying in her weyr just listening to T’ryus. She even prefers this to flirting. She adores him above everything.
History: Lyreth broke her shell and immediately darted forward on her ungainly legs towards the waiting candidates, picking up speed at an alarming pace. She knew which boy she wanted, for the pull was so strong she felt it the instant her shell shattered. Of course, she had been towards the edge of the sands, so she did not have far to travel. Her eyes were already on the boy. She was close, so close that she could tell the color of his eyes when the brown wobbled in front of her. The green did not have enough time or talent to stop, and she slammed into her brother, her momentum sending both of them tumbling forward. The brown bellowed indignantly, but Lyreth bristled. Stuff it. If you had been watching where you were going, this never would have happened you oaf. She spat. Her tumble was halted when she crashed into something soft, and the dragonet looked up to met the eyes of a boy. No, not just any boy, but the one she knew was hers. It was Impression.
T’ryus, Lyreth is hungry! She announced, and rumbled happily as he gently righted her on her feet. The pair then left the sands, but not before she tossed one last glare towards the clumsy brown.
Through weyrling training, Lyreth cared more for making friends and flirting than she did for learning how to fight the best, so she always landed just average in their classes. She did well enough, though, but not so much as to be recognized for her talents. Yet she was happy, and that was all that mattered to her and her rider. T’ryus spent much of his free time with his parents, learning how to be a weyrharper, and she always liked to hear him practice. She loves music. When she graduated, the green took to the adult wings with ease, eager to end drills for the day so she could be bathed and oiled. Then flirt. She was rather excited when her rider was transferred to Ponaa, looking forward to meeting new dragons.
During the poisoning, Lyreth was one of the fortunate ones that did not consume any of the tainted meat. T’ryus always said she had been covered by the wings of Faranth to be protected from the tragedy. Leave it to a harper to put things so poetically. As far as her Flights go, the green has no preference as to which dragon flies her, and it is merely the one that strikes her fancy at the time that catches her. Her rider hardly complains about her impulsive nature, however, since he is currently un-weyrmated.
Wing flown with: Beta Wing
