R'vian and Laranath's weyr

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You are drawn to the next weyr by the sound of tapping. As you walking into the weyr, it sounds more of a metal and rock sounds. The edges to the entrance are ragged, and it looks as if this was one of the newer weyrs added to the Weyr.

You walk furthur into the dragon chamber, smelling the scent of fallen dust. You see a good sized dragon couch, and the form of a tall doorway behind it. A noise from behind startles you, and a large bronze lands on the ledge outside the weyr. He takes a few steps into the weyr, eyeing you catiously.

"Sorry, couldn't here you. Have you met Laranath?" You turn your eyes back to the young man walking out of the doorway, not having noticed when the noise stopped. A tall young man is staring at you in a rather intimidating way. He stands well over six foot, with broad shoulders and an almost fighter look to him. He has shaggy brown hair, and large expressive brown eyes. His skin has a deep tan on it, which doesn't seem as if it was caused by natural sunlight.

"It's a scar, actually." He smiles lightly, not offended by your staring. "From a harsh burn I received when I was Apprenticed into the Smith craft. I was trying to melt some metal ore, and tipped the cauldron with the stirring rod. Poured it over both my arms. It's healed rather nicely, actually." He smiled, walking around the expansive dragon couch and over to you. He held out a heavily calloused hand with a smile. "Like the weyr? I made most of it myself, with these two hands."

You glance towards the chiseled doorway and he waves you towards it, smiling at Laranath as the two of you disappear inside. You cough as you do, taking in a lungful of chalky dust that seems to be everywhere in the room. He laughs, a deep rumble more than normal laughter.

"Sorry about that." He waves a hand in front of your face, fanning the dust away. "I'm working on the hearth for the room. After I Impressed I didn't get quite as much time to finish it as I thought I would. So busy with chores, J'simo, Laranath, flying, working..." He trails off, staring at the unfinished hole in the wall that will eventually be the hearth to the room.

He snapped back to reality a few moments later, smiling at you. "My name is R'vian. I'm a Journeyman Smith as well as a Dragonrider, why I'm making my own weyr from scratch. Not much else to do when you have no Thread to fight. Ever since Impressing Laranath from Jerdan Weyr I've had my hands full though, I must admit. Family helps, though. My brother is brownrider V'nie. Both of my parents are Smiths, two Masters." He smiles, pride in his voice. "I was Searched by a blue from Jerdan right before the Hatching. Lar was one of the last to Hatch, sharding took his time. Don't you think?" His large face spreads in a grin.

A brown firelizard suddenly appeared in the air, squeaking in surprise at the fact that his owner was no longer alone. He lands on R'vian's shoulder carefully, looking at you with whirling, cautious eyes. "This is Clae. He's a good flit. Very good at carrying messages. Trained by Damina and her friend, Azralla or something to that nature."

Clae chirped at this, and offered his foot out to R'vian. A message capsule was attached, and he took it off quickly. Frowning, his brows furrowing, he lifts his head back to you. "Sorry, but duty calls. My mother is looking for a ride here for dinner tonight. She wants to talk to V'nie about this new weyrmate of his." He chuckles lightly, shaking his head. "Excuse me." He nods to you, a slight smile on his face before he darts around you with surprising swiftness for such a large young man.

 

~*~ R'vian's Stats ~*~

^j^ Laranath's Stats

Name: R'vian (Ravian before Impression)

Name: Laranath (Lar for short)

Age: 18

Color: Bronze

Rank: Bronzerider/ Jwoman Smith

Rank: Adult/ Wingmember

Dragon: Bronze Laranath

Sire/Dam: Ferth/ Raenith

Parents: Vian and Raimi, Master Smiths

Siblings: Numerable

Siblings: Brownrider V'nie

Personality: Lar is quiet, and enjoys the
simple things in life like his rider.
He is generally good natured, and very
respectful of the browns of the Weyr,
whom he views as the major work-horses
and best-tempered dragons... second to
bronzes, of course.

Pets: Brown firelizard Clae

Relations: He is easily annoyed with flits,
and cannot stand most other pets. He
generally likes people, though he often
intimidates them.

 

R'vian Impressed Laranath at Jerdan Weyr.

R'vian Impressed Brown Clae at Sorani Weyr.

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