Roston and Iyona Meddish Erikson (half-siblings)
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Name: Roston Meddish Erikson
Name: Iyona Meddish Erikson
"They sure don't look sixteen," someone muttered as this pair of half-siblings strutted through the halls. Sure, those kids heard it, and got a private chuckle out of it too. Hollis had sent them to this place, Nidus Aven, and they'd been studying up about the locale. Though they used odd words to describe familiar terms, the Meddish-Erikson siblings fit in with the riders, comfortable around dragons and all their trappings their entire lives.
They'd brought their own gear, clothing and sparring equipment, even a few snacks that they shared only grudgingly once they were familiar enough with the other 'novos'.
"I keep trying to call them candidates or aspirants," Iyona chuckled, "but we're Novos now."
Her half-brother couldn't prevent that broadening smile on his face, eyes glittering as they stood on the Cradle's courtyard watching the various dragon squads in their training formations. The colors they saw didn't exactly defy description, but they certainly didn't come from their parents' homeworld. At least...
"Not from our parents' homeworld," Roston said, since their conversation would often drift toward this subject. "But they're clearly Pernese, even if they're much more colorful."
People had commented about how this pair of kids were 'less' colorful with their Silver caste clothing, they seemed unwilling to don even a cloak or coat in another more natural color, but what those same people didn't get was that for decades their culture had a lot of information conveyed by their clothing colors. They liked being 'high class' and thus had brought along their warm grey-toned fur lined riding jackets, their black gloves, their silvery shaded leather riding helmets.
They took the time to learn where each of the facilities were - the kitchens, the dining hall, the barracks, the infirmary. They were going to be much more familiar with the training grounds and infirmary than most other locations. Even the other novos recognized that this pair were good individually, but even better when they were back to back or on a team together. But that said, they were still in training, and did sustain their fair share of bumps and bruises.
They had no illusions, too, about whether they would bond or impress here. They were sure about it, but didn't ever express any disappointment or expectation about what rank or color they'd be found by. It wasn't like they would pick and choose from eggs or hatchlings, those hatchlings would choose them, and they were both hoping to impress a hatchling that was the right one.