Kavera Weyr

Name: Wiran (W'ran)

Wiran always thought that the girls were laughing at him, when he asked if they wanted anything. Eventually he learned that no, they were actually tittering like that to hide their excitement - he was sought after even as a young teen, and now that he was an adult oh how they watched him.

But that never really stopped him from being a sweet hearted and kind young man. He taught himself to read, and also taught himself how to read people. How they stood and walked, the way they spoke... He could tell if someone was angry - and particularly at him - just by the way they were breathing.

Because he was an attractive child and a dashing young teen, he was taught to work as a steward for the local hold. In it he was able to greet many travelers, riders and dignitaries. He also was meant to learn every inch of the place... But there were places he just didn't want to go. The depths of the Hold, like most, were just too dark for his eyes to grow accustomed to. Glow baskets hardly worked, and he could hear those tunnel snakes slithering around... waiting...

But he was also all but terrified of standing out on the Hold's upper tiers. He always felt as though the ground were tilting, that the walls angled down around him and caused him to almost lose his balance. He would quickly retreat inside if he had to go out for too long. Oddly enough, the one time he's been on dragon back (after his parents finally allowed him to leave with the riders, they'd searched him long before and under different circumstances), he had no such fear. Wiran was certain he'd pass out or fall from the dragon, but instead he didn't have the grip of terror that standing on a cliffside did.

Perhaps he'll be able to conquer that in a Weyr.

***

When the dark blue hatchling moved around his siblings like a shadow, his bright eyes lit up a yellowy-green when he saw Wiran. W'ran, I can find my way around the dark for you. Can I eat those 'snakes'? Are they good? I am hungry!

Laughing, W'ran nodded and led the dragon off the sands to start a new life!

Name: Kindanenth
Color: Royal Blue
Gender: Male
Size: Small Blue

Status: Commoner, House Born child
Age: 18
Gender: male
Siblings: 5
Born: first
Legitimacy: born to unmarried parents
Childhood Health: very stocky
Adult Height: a moderately tall person
Adult Build: lithe but muscled
Skin Tone: well tanned
Hair Color: salt and pepper
Hair Style: loosely curled
Hair Length: very long
Eye Color: forest green
Literacy Level: can read proficiently well
Politeness Level: they are known for being extremely polite and deferential to their superiors and others
Focus: as they look around them, their focus fades
This character is certainly one of the best looking folks around
Given a gift, they will show but not share

Values and Goals
Hates: their clothing
Dislikes: a Dragonry or Hatchery
Strong goal: marry and have a family
Extremely strong fear: heights
Hates: the dark places
Odd Skill (learned outside of craft if any): perception and noticing things

Originally From: plainsland community
Location size: kind of large
Location climate: moderate
Searched: as a youth

 

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