Name: Berg

Gender: Male

Age: young adult

Though Berg is an elf, it's expected that because he's taller and more muscular than most of his kind he'd be able to blend in with Humans more easily. He can tuck his pointed ears under his huge mop of hair.

Sedona Weyr was not Berg's originally intended destination. He was never a great magic student, though extremely intelligent he was very distracted most of the time when his class was learning transportation spells.

Thus instead of reaching the local Stick Fu championships, he arrived at Sedona. He can hear the voices of the dragons around him, and at first thought he was going nuts. But he's since learned that these are just normal things on Pern.

Since he is quite intelligent, too, he knows what went wrong in his spell now, and can make the needed corrections to return to his world. But why hurry? When he can show up at the next competition on a dragon?

Berg paced around the dorm. People stared at him, but thankfully things were busy enough at this 'weyr' thing to ignore his oddities. He noted well that it was all Humans, here, not like at home where he was of the dominant species and Humans were scattered around in their little villages. He did actually start to feel more comfortable among folks that he could look in the eye and not have to be gazing downward. There was plenty to do here, hunting and fishing and making things for the existing riders.

Berg was a bit surprised to hear all the dragons minds at once, hatch, hatch, hatch they said. In perfect unison, it was bloody amazing. All the colors of their minds melted together, into one shining song. He heard their voices a moment later, and realized that this was their cue, there was meat roasting in the kitchens and everyone wanted this to be the day the eggs hatched, so at last it had come.

It was a small nest of eggs, and Berg's limited understanding of the parents didn't make him worried about the fact that it was a male green and a female blue that tended those eggs. Whatever. Dragons would come from the eggs and that was pretty much all he cared to think about just now. He joined his mind with the chanting dragons', he could hardly help it.

Finally the eggs broke open, one by one, bulging, smushing. The first of them was big, bigger than the rest by a good bit. It was a richly shaded brown that came from it, and Berg knew instantly. Knew.

But this was just a hatchling, and he sat on the sand, wet and confused for a moment or two, taking in the light and the sound and the heat. The dragonet blinked, shook his head, and felt the warm nudge from his mother's muzzle to encourage him toward the candidates who all stood uncomfortably and hot in their white robes nearby. Berg thought the robes made them all look like school grads, and in a way he was right.

The dragonet headed toward him, lurching a little in the piles of hot sand. Hungry, hot.

"Yerylth?" That's me. Hungry and hot. "Okay then, let's go and get you some food!"

About time.

***

Yerylth and Berg became known for their strong and wild flying. Even before leaving Sedona and Pern, Berg saw the need to be trained up in things that the dragon was bred to do. This "thread" stuff was dangerous, he'd seen its results on people, dragons, and land. There was nothing like that on his home, but that wouldn't stop him from learning the drills and getting even stronger. Before he knew it, they'd spent a year growing and learning. Berg's stick-fu competition was long out of his mind, but he remembered it when he saw a pair of weyrbrats hitting each other with brooms.

"No, no, that's now how you do it!" Berg asserted, and spent a day teaching them the finer aspects of staff fighting. It would be years before either of the kids was big enough to actually heft a proper staff, but Berg saw they would both be okay at it.

"It's time to go," he said to Yerylth, "I have to talk to the Weyrleaders, all right?"

Fine, I'm sunning myself. Wake me when you're done.

Berg greeted the Weyrleaders and explained his situation to them, and while they were a bit sad to see such a strong brown leave the Weyr, it would be a bit of a relief having one fewer non-human around...

Even more so when they realized that Yerylth wasn't actually sunning himself. He was attempting to chase a young green who had come into her first heat!

Berg just let him do it, he lost the flight because he wasn't even his full size yet. But that wouldn't deter him in the future.

"Not sure how many little greens there will be where we're going, but if you find one, you can chase her."

I'm glad you won't mind, but where are we going again? Why won't there be greens there?

No, Yerylth wasn't really known to be as bright as some browns. But that was all right. Berg had a terrific grasp on what the dragon knew and didn't know, and how he could best get the brown to do what he needed.

So right then, he needed Yerylth to hold still while they loaded up what few things he had collected in the year spent at the Weyr, while Berg performed the portal spell necessary to bring them back home.

They are Elfin
Appearance: bronzed tan skin dark brown hair snow eyes