Aneris Weyr, sent 3.31.22

Meiker.io Stone Caster

Where his sister was boldly thrashing around on that dragon she fell from as a child and was very clearly going to be hurt by her actions, it was absolutely not in Tymax's control that a large chunk of rough-hewn marble fell away from its mooring and landed square on his right leg. Even if he'd understood at the time what was happening, he was not old enough or big enough to run away from that spot, so his parents watched all but helplessly as their son's leg was mangled. Thankfully the only lasting damage seems to have been a bit of tightness and inflexibility in his joints, and scarring from surgeries that his aunt performed in order to make sure he could walk properly. Since he was very young when this happened, he has never needed therapy or physical aids to properly get around - a great relief to his parents.

That said, the injury definitely put a fear of that marble and the large sizes it comes in, into the boy's mind. But his parents are both Master Stonecrafters. What to do with their boy? Obviously they could offer him whatever training he could take or wanted, but they also didn't want to stress him so much or give unrealistic expectations. They didn't coddle him: but when he was old enough to start working with the tools of their trade, he instead pointed to a much smaller and refined set of tools - those of the jewler nearby.

He took to these expertly, easily, helping to create beautiful jewelry and items that any Hold would proudly display as a keepsake from a visit. He developed a system for setting small stones into holders that would then catch and amplify light - in another dimension this might have become laser technology! But here, it's more for diffusing light and brightening chambers that otherwise might be dim or dark. He can work with crystals or gems, either way he loves making them sparkle.

His touch is light, but precise, and this extends from his gem cutting to the touch of a lover, or his penmanship. He plays darts with groups of weyrbrats and riders alike, and wonders: if he has to ride into combat against Thread, will he be able to throw a lumpy sack of firestone with as much ease? Then again, the Weyr was already working on other systems of delivery and carrying the stuff so the riders didn't have to be so distracted with it in the heat of Threadfall.

And Threadfall was coming. That thought filled his young mind with dread, and then the rest of the Weyr's when the first strands of the stuff started coming down. He knew that neither he nor his sister - or any of their other relatives in crafts - were to be slated as combat worthy, they were of much more use concentrating on their crafting duties. But still, it never hurt to be prepared at least.

When their sister's amazingly yellow gold dragoness flew at Aneris Weyr, it surprised no one that she had an admirable first clutch of fifteen eggs on the sands. What was more surprising was that the sire was... a gold? A male gold? Wonders never ceased. But then again, he glanced at the brown female ridden by Chyssen and thought perhaps there was more to dragons than just a list of simple colors.

And on that note, he got a gleam in his eye, and began working on something to commemorate the clutch; a pin in the stylized shape of a dragon, with spots for small colorful stones - fifteen of them. He reproduced this pin seventeen times: one for each egg, and one each for the parents. But he couldn't fill in the stones until he knew what would hatch from the eggs they represented!

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(from hatching)

Just then one of the larger eggs split revealing quite the oddity twin greens spilled from the mottled shell. One was only slightly bigger than the other though both were rather small at the moment. The pair seemed to glance at each other first, some silent communication passing between them before they both headed toward the cluster of male candidates. The slighly larger one circled the group before making a quick determination. R'uut nearly fell to the Sand when a male voice was suddenly in his head - no one else heard it. "You're a boy!" He seemed to listen again, then R'uut shook his head. "There's nothing wrong with you at all, Hatith." A blue firelizard glided down from a ledge overhead to join the pair having sensed his owner's surprise. Night needed to check on him. The new greenrider tried to reassure both bonds as they began the trek to the weyrbowl.

The other of the nearly identical twin greens had made his choice as well nudging T'max with his nose. "Hello, Falenth " A grin split his dark face as he met the whirling blue eyes of his new bond. I was stuck in that egg for ever so long. Can you please get me something to eat, " the male voice said his head. T'max's grin widended if at all possible. "Of course. Just follow your brother."

"Twin male greens," Rhiannon remarked with a shake of her head and a smile. "I wonder what else we might see today."

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Dragon

Name: Falenth
Species: Pernese
Gender: Male (offgender like sire)
Color: medium grassy green with brighter sunlight green wings
Size: s/l/ws medium-large (24m)
Parents: Gold Breaundath and Gold Gobicharth
Abilities: Winged Flight
Teleportation, Nexus Teleport
Telepathy, Strong Empathy
Personality: Dependable
Sociability: Gossips
Intelligence: Intelligent for a dragon
Mating: Shy around opposite sex
Threadfighting: unlikely to participate
Likes: Shiny things
Dislikes: Drums
Other: Particularly sensitive to talent: would make a good searchdragon
Bond: Tymax (T'max)