Name: Pho (foe)

Status: Guild Born
Age: 17
Gender: female
Siblings: several half siblings on either side of their family, odd for Guild life
Born: in the middle
Legitimacy: born before their parents could marry
Fostered due to: siblings (or half-sibs) demanded it
Childhood Health: average for a youngster
Adult Height: a bit short for an adult
Adult Build: pudgy
Skin Tone: lines of scars all over fair
Hair Color: platinum blond
Hair Style: always falling into their eyes
Hair Length: shoulder length
Eye Color: light blue
Literacy Level: are literate to a good degree
Politeness Level: they're occasionally polite, but often slip up
Focus: if focus had a name, this character's would be it
They're average in looks
Often they share, regardless with whom

Values and Goals
Hates: their father
Enjoys deeply: the Beach
Extremely strong goal: protect something or someone
Strong fear: being alone
A clothing (not expensive) is in their posession
 
Crafting Guild: Smithcraft - tools and machinery, Status: senior apprentice
Other Skill picked up around Guild folk: fishery
Odd Skill (learned outside of craft if any): tailoring
 
Originally From: high mountain community
Location size: smallish
Location climate: moderate
Searched: a while ago, but it was kept a secret from them

Name: Yaralny (yah RALL nee, yahRALL)

hdos26-bei/jer brown

Status: Guild Born
Age: 17
Gender: male
Siblings: many full and half siblings, their parents were all over the place
Born: in the middle
Legitimacy: born out of wedlock
Fostered due to: financial need
Childhood Health: rarely in good health, always kind of ill
Adult Height: unusually small for their age
Adult Build: all muscle, bulky
Skin Tone: well tanned
Hair Color: clearly dyed violet
Hair Style: loosely curled
Hair Length: to waist
Eye Color: dark blue
Literacy Level: are able to read and write fairly well
Politeness Level: they're occasionally polite, but often slip up
Focus: as they look around them, their focus fades
This character is certainly one of the best looking folks around
They often share with their friends

Values and Goals
Enjoys deeply: their wooden musical instrument
Dislikes: being at home
Extremely strong goal: protect something or someone
Overwhelming fear: a relative (their step-mother)
A small painting is in their posession
 
Crafting Guild: Tanning, Status: new journeyman
Other Skill picked up around Guild folk: animal instruction
Odd Skill (learned outside of craft if any): shipwright
 
Originally From: high mountain community
Location size: kind of large
Location climate: seasonal
Searched: recently and it caused a stir

It would only be two of the four who paired up at each clutch, somewhere around the middle of the hatching. With a mess of shells already broken and even a number of unpaired dragons wandering the sands, one particular blue came tromping quickly up to Pho. He promptly did a nosedive into the soft, hot sand. Causing him to sneeze, and Pho to laugh brightly.

It isn't funny! It stings! She cleaned off the dragon's muzzle with care, giggling the whole time, and realized that she did know his name: **.

"This is *," she said proudly to the recordskeeper, who nodded and indicated the meat bowls that she knew she'd be seeing more of for the foreseeable future.

()

Meanwhile, just shortly after Pho's impression, another blue was trying to get past Yaralny. He almost intercepted the hissing hatchling, but was caught short by a mind voice, clear and pure.

I'm here, rider-mine, behind you. Yaralny, now Y'ral, turned to see a gorgeous deep brown hatchling sitting behind him, eyes glimmering yellow and blue. My silly rider, trying to impress a blue.

Y'ral chuckled, and stroked his brown dragon's muzzle gently as ** insisted he do. "I know that would never have worked, **, I'm glad you interrupted me."

()

***

"That girl and her green certainly held up the line," Pho patted * shoulder as they flew over the fields. They were quick to the skies, in weyrling training, Pho was starting to lose weight and gain muscle, and was starting to get noticed by other boys in the Weyr. She remained aloof from their advances, claiming of course first and foremost, she was a rider and a young one at that! She and her dragon couldn't afford to get distracted by romance or even a bit of a fling!

It was more because she and Y'ral would soon become Weyrmates, even with the ranks of their dragons both being males. Y'ral found it almost impossible to keep from gawking at certain women in the Weyr, but a laughing nudge from Pho while they worked, or a well-placed comment from someone about how his 'girlfriend' would notice his mouth on the ground like that... He turned his attentions back to the flight instructions.

They were now learning how to master quick turns and abrupt changes in altitude, and if anything, Y'ral's training with leather gave him a good solid edge when they went to harness in. He was given the task of inspecting the gear on flight days, and when he discovered something weakened or about to break he was able to directly address it with the rider. So it wasn't his fault if anyone fell to their gristly death because of faulty harness leathers, at least - he knew they would listen after that first story the Weyrling master told...

***

Neither Pho nor Y'ral thought twice about learning how to send their dragon between, since they did it naturally, why ought they not be able to do it easily and properly? But some folks fought it, some people were just that uncomfortable between that they though they'd be lost forever. To this pair, it was as simple as recalling the colorful pattern on a rooftop, or the smell of the cherry trees in blossom at Ablan. They knew the turns of the seasons would affect things, and carefully made sure that they were recalling the correct season.

The other thing they had going for them, was that by now both Lainra and Kiryn had Impressed! The Den was the right choice after all, for this group. They could all chat and have something far more important in common with each other now, they were dragon riders!

Pho and Y'ral would wait, one more year or so, until the youngest of their dragons were old enough to head between - and they would return to Dragonhope! Continuing their studies and protecting their home guilds was now most certainly creeping back into all of them. It'd been more than a year, they were itchy to return home. Their return would be to the weyr, not their guild halls, but triumphant they would be.

I am itchy anyway, bespoke *.

You are always itchy, * chided the smaller blue.

** note they are at Dragonhope, not Ablan, part of the Weyr wings updating 3.10.26 removed dragons

Lainra and Kiryn

Pho and Blue *

Y'ral and Brown *