They were almost like brothers, but so very different from one another. Salarn and Cenden had both been brought to the Smithcraft hall when they were ten turns old, they had been born in the same season, Winter, and were both quite strong and healthy. Their mothers had both had children before them, their families spread thin or vanished before their selection to come to the Smithy hall. They didn't look alike at all, other than their stature which was somewhat short. Both however were rakishly attractive and knew it, carried themselves with a strong flair and boisterous nature. They weren't polite, at least not to peers or strangers, but they did know their smithy work.

Salarn would share things eagerly, while Cenden didn't appear to care whether anyone 'had or had not'. They challenged each other to produce results in their classes, so their abrupt nature was largely ignored in favor of that. In fact they challenged anyone that came near their abilities. Had they not been Searched, they would both have walked the Journeyman tables shortly, probably together, and certainly been awarded their knots.

As it was, they were searched. That would normally have put an end to their Smithy status - but this particular Hall had dealt with several Weyrs before, and knew that if they did Impress they would still continue their work, Smithcraft was needed in a Weyr, and Dragonhope would be their home eventually - with or without dragons. The far-north Weyr had plenty of other rider-crafters, so it was not unheard of.

Though they'd both become used to the mild climate and thin air at the Smith hall, each of them enjoyed their stay at the chilly Weyr for different reasons, and at different times... At first it was somewhat mild, and Salarn was enjoying himself tremendously. Of course, the girls also got to enjoy him, as he would strut around without his shirt. Then, shortly before the eggs were ready to burst, the place was struck with a cold front that even the locals claimed was unseasonably chill. Cenden had his turn to gloat - even though it had been some six turns since he'd come to the Smith hall, he was still able to strip down and bask in the wondered gazes, as the storms gathered.

Both of them needed to jump into their white Candidate robes, though, when the moment finally arrived. They could hear the chiming song of the dragons, and were let in by a number of riders. They passed by all the official folk,** Their trip to the sands and the subsequent eruption of activity there would be emblazened on their memories forever. It was also just about the only time they'd ever stopped poking at each other in jest or in challenge, in weeks.

Even that didn't last, though, when they began to watch Impressions. If they had their money on them, they would have joined the betting and cheering - but ... Two browns, one dark and the other of average shade, proceeded to squabble a bit in front of two young men from the Smith Hall. As the two friends, Salarn and Cenden watched, they found it hard not to laugh. Finally, Salarn reached out and wrapped an arm around his dragon's dark brown neck and yanked him off the other hatchling. "All right, **. That's enough. No need to fight over food when I'm sure there is plenty for all of you to eat!" The dark brown snorted, lashing out his tail in a last attempt to get his sands-brother. Cenden smacked ** on the head and the brown whimpered, sinking to the sands. Shaking their heads and grinning, both young men lead their dragons toward the barracks where ** was proven wrong about his brother's claim.

There was indeed plenty of food, and so many dragons at their dishes! This wasn't a small hatching, they figured, but it was somewhat more exotic. There were dragons that ... well, they didn't quite 'defy' description, most of them could be called bicolor browns or greens or whatnot. One or two were so pale that they might not have been 'bronze' or 'blue' but rather copper and turquoise, but the pair of smiths didn't care. Their dragons were theirs, and they were simply the best in the whole world.

It was clear that while (dark) was a bit more aggressive and strong willed, (med) would be bigger by a bit. That didn't stop either brown from squabbling or trying to steal the other's food! And thankfully, though both boys were somewhat rough, the dragons would obviously be rough and tumble themselves. There was nothing delicate about either of them, not like the little greens or sports. Certainly their boldness and strength would lend them both good spots in a wing... but it would probably also drop them in trouble now and again!

Salarn

Status: Guild Born
Age: 16
Gender: male
Siblings: one half-sibling from their mother's side
Born: last
Legitimacy: illegitimate
Fostered due to: mother's abuse
Childhood Health: very stocky
Adult Height: kind of short
Adult Build: burly
Skin Tone: creamy, freckled
Hair Color: darkly brown
Hair Style: tied back with a cord
Hair Length: shoulder length
Eye Color: pale teal
Literacy Level: read at a good level of competency
Politeness Level: they are very blunt almost all the time
Focus: they carefully attend to details
This character is pretty good looking
They are known for being very giving and generous

Values and Goals
Enjoys deeply: their skills as a crafter
Is very happy with: Cliffs
Moderate goal: ride a dragon
Low fear: being ugly/stared at

Metalworking tools are in his possession

Crafting Guild: Smithcraft - tool creation/forging, Status: Sr Apprentice
Other Skill picked up around Guild folk: emergency medic

Searched! When: several weeks ago

Originally From: deep forest community
Location size: well populated
Location climate: very hot

Cenden

Status: Guild Born
Age: 16
Gender: male
Siblings: one half-sibling from their mother's side
Born: last
Legitimacy: illegitimate
Childhood Health: iron constitution
Adult Height: a bit short for an adult
Adult Build: very rugged
Skin Tone: ruddy
Hair Color: dark red
Hair Style: wavy
Hair Length: cropped and stylish
Eye Color: one is red while the other hazel
Literacy Level: are literate to a good degree
Politeness Level: on occasion they've been known to mutter an insult openly
Focus: they carefully attend to details
They are considered remarkably attractive
They are neither truly giving or selfish

Values and Goals
Likes: their nimbleness
Values: being with people
Overwhelming goal: learn
Very weak fear: being alone

A complicated map is in his possession

Crafting Guild: Smithcraft - forge work, Status: Sr Apprentice
Other Skill picked up around Guild folk: specialty minecraft, ore composition

Searched! When: Several weeks ago

Originally From: plainsland community
Location size: seriously overpopulated
Location climate: very cold