Leaving Domagoth

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Isyc hauled the wood toward Tro's little shed. The man Tro was poor, and had no axe of his own for cutting down wood. Isyc, being who he was, volunteered to gather some wood to help him survive through the cold season.

Is little fire lizard Remt ran about his feet, chasing a rodent that hopped around through the grass. Remt tackled the rabbit and pinned it to the ground, but instead of killing it, he jumped off and waited for it to stand up again. Isyc laughed and nudged Remt's hind quarters playfully as he walked.

Tro met Isyc halfway to the shack, and grabbed the wood from his hands.

"I'll take this the rest of the way, you get more wood. Thank you," Tro said, and they exchanged loads with one another, Isyc getting a resounding nothing in return for the wood, but nonetheless he turned around and headed back for more.

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( for future reference, the only people with hyphons in their names are males who have impressed dragons. Generally if the dragon dies and they don't their name goes back to normal)

K'leren had split up Beta Wing so that F'dan now led a good number of search dragons. They fanned out in a widespread pattern so that they could cover more ground and be done searching faster. HE wanted to get done with the outer holdings today so they could enjoy the hospitality of his home. A young green sent Roderith a message which he repeated to F'dan. They feel something down about there.

He knew the area well enough to remember that there were a number of small cotholds in the area. "We land Roderith. Tell everyone to follow suit."

The Bronze landed first creating quite the stir among these small hold peasants. F'dan dismounted after the rest of the wing had landed. He turned to a lanky young greenrider and a more weathered, middleaged bluerider. As soon as they were done talking, the blue and greenrider stayed back speaking with the others while F'dan spoke to the gathering peasants.

"Greetings." He spoke clearly and confidantly. Some people may recognize him but not many for it had been many many turns since he had visited the outer holdings. "I'm F'dan of Bronze Roderith, we ride on Search from Ponaa Weyr."

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((Muh bad. I fixed it.))

Isyc returned to where he was supposed to meet Tro with his next armful of lumber, but Tro's old voice did not greet him or thank him. Isyc leaned to try and see if Tro was on the other side of his load, but he could see nothing. No Tro.

Isyc dropped the wood he was carrying and began to ran toward Tro's shack.

"Tro," he called, "are you there? Where are y-?"

Isyc skidded to a stop just infront of Tro's shack. He followed the stunned Tro's gaze to the center of Domagoth. There was a dragon. A large, bronze dragon. Isyc stepped forward slowly, his jaw flailing below his face in awe.

"A... Dragon... Remt..." Remt was following Isyc, looking distrustful of the large beast, but Remt could sense Isyc's awe, and no fear in Isyc, so Remt refrained from doing something silly, like maybe attacking the dragon. Remt ran in circles about Isyc's feet, making odd noises. Isyc snapped his attention away from the dragon and immideatly kneeled down to storke his firelizard.

"Shush, Remt... Good boy. Look at the dragon... Maybe your uncle?" Isyc grinned at Remt, who seemed to glare at him, but he was calm and, when Isyc began to walk towards the dragon, Remt strode by him.

Isyc looked through the crowd as he went, and spotted Farem, his father. Isyc ran to his father.

"It's a dragon!" Isyc said to Farem as he approached.

"This I have noticed." Farem said calmly. Isyc grinned and turned back to look at the rider.

"I wonder why they're here?" Isyc asked.

"Oh, I'm sure you'll find out." Farem said, smiling. He clapped a hand on his son's shoulder, and turned to go back to his house.

Isyc looked to his dad, then back to the dragon.

"Excuse me, Mr. Dragon-rider!" Isyc called, waving his arms. "Can I help you with anything?"

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F'dan noted that the people were mainly quiet and were not angry that the dragonriders were here on search. He was pleased by the over all goodwill of the people here. A young man ran toward him and he waited for the boy to speak before saying anything else.

"Please call me F'dan. This is Roderith. We need all men and women inbetween the ages of fourteen and twenty one to come here. We are on search for Ponaa Weyr. In fact it might be a good idea for you to come meet some of my companions. There were quite a few blue and green dragons flying with F'dan and even a couple browns.

"I seem to have left my manners at the Weyr, who might you be young man?"

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Isyc's eyes widened with awe. More dragons? How awesome!

Isyc was snapped back into reality when the man asked for his name.

"Oh? Oh. Oh! My nam's Isyc! I'm afraid I'm the only kid between fourteen and twenty one, sir."

Isyc grinned and scratched the back of his head. "I'll have to ask my dad-"

"Go ahead, son. And take this with you." Farem shouted over the crowed, and held his shortsword up above his head, with what looks like a new, leather sheath. Farem waded through the people, but only until they realised they were in the way, and parted for him. Farem handed the sword to his son, and Isyc took it with a smile on his face.

"Your about to go on quite a journey, Isyc. Make sure you help lots of people."

"I will. Thank you." Isyc bowed his head, it took both of his hands to hold the sword, atleast at his age. Isyc turned to F'dan, and nodded. "I'm coming with you, then."

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F'dan nodded to a bluerider who began to arrange his riding straps for two people. "Alright then Isyc." He took him over to a blue searchrider and his dragon. "Go ahead and mount up." The blue and his rider were ready and waiting for the young man.

It was confirmed by the dragons that the boy would make a good Candidate for the clutches. Whether he would impress to Sharieth's or not till one of the other Queens laid, was not something the dragons could ascertain. F'dan walked back to Roderith and mounted smoothly, as came with turns of practice.

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When Isyc was set, he tapped on the bluerider's shoulder and gave him the thumbs up. He nodded and they lifted off, Isyc holding on tight and laughing. The wind felt good blowing around him, he reached onto his back and gave the sword on his back a tight squeeze, a tear or two welling up in his eyes. He was leaving his home of so many years, all he ever knew, but not without something to remember his cothold by.

He'd come back one day. When he had a dragon of his own. His da' would be pround, real pround, the, wouldn't he?

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((now you can rp at the Weyr dear... you might start in the Candidate Barracks...
This thread is now closed. ))