R'iahn

At a Glance

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Ibriahn (R'iahn)
Riah
Dark Brown
Blue
6'6
37 Turns

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Rider in Galaxy Wing
Fort Weyr
Sabiahna
Iv'ritan
Savras (+3T, M, NPC)
Ivahna(-1T, F, NPC)
Risabhian (-2T, F, NPC)

Description

Time changes everything; once handsome, well-muscled, tall, R'iahn's form has not aged as well as it might have. His fourth decade approaches, and a life of hardship has wrought a man sinewy and gaunt, lean and tall and angular. Cheekbones, slightly hollow, are softened by a scruff of black-grey-brown in varying degrees of development, while eyebrows echo the stern expression in his eyes and a large, hawklike nose reigns below. The overall impression is of aristrocracy gone slightly awry, though the smiles he offers more often these days do soften these harsh features. The man's hair is the same as his beard; sunburned black struck ever-more every turn with grey, these days kept well-groomed.
R'iahn gives the overall impression of severity, most of the time, holding himself upright and of late, somewhat neat and tidy. His uniforms are not wrinkled, and he doesn't reek of anything, at least. The only constant in his wardrobe is the least-well-kept — his constant companion, and old and battered dark brown wherhide jacket, thoroughly scarred and patched here and there.

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History

R'iahn is a Fortian by birth; he was born to a brownrider and a Harper at the Weyr a little less than fourty turns ago, their second son. He was christened Ibriahn, and had the upbringing of most Weyr children, fostered off to a large foster family, though he kept contact with his biological parents. He two more siblings, sisters, over the turns, and well over a half-dozen foster children in and out of his foster parents' house. He was fostered to the Harper Hall, and rose to the rank of Journeyman — a knot he forfeited in a fit of rage at some point not long after he got it. Thereafter, he wandered with a band of traders teaching their children until he was searched at Telgar Weyr. As a Candidate, Ibriahn gained two friends who would be his for life; Zalana, green Zaivanth's, and Reilory, who became O'rly, green Sanldoth's.

R'iahn took a place in Telgar's Search and Rescue wing, seconding the wing for several turns before becoming its' wingleader for a relatively short time. He and Zalana were weyrmated not long after graduation, and they had two children together over the next seven turns, until an unfortunate accident took Zalana's life. R'iahn turned in his Wingleader's knot promptly, and moved to Ierne Weyrhold with his infant daughter, young son, younger sister and O'rly, the latter two who refused to be parted from him — both women helped with the children, while O'rly was something of a bulwark of sanity for the man. After an initial period of which he has no real memory, he remembers little of the next turn, as he found his own way of dealing with his loss — benders of liquor-fueled madness. Eventually, the greenrider managed to knock some sense into him, though, and R'iahn took up a job as a Dragonhealing student. He would follow O'rly next; when she moved to Xanadu to continue her studies, the bluerider followed shortly, fostering his elder son to the family of the only dragonhealer who'd ever been able to handle his dragon, then-Sigam and keeping his youngest with him stubbornly.

R'iahn, ready to go back to work and regain something of his former life (well — too tired of ignoring his damnfool dragon, more like), settled into the Galaxy Wing under Wingleader K'ael, happy to once more be doing something more useful than being a student, even if Search and Rescue was as stressful as ever. Time passed, and one day, O'rly was suddenly 'mama' to then-toddler Briahla, who had never known any other mother, so the conclusion was likely logical for her. Though he really hadn't noticed it, among their duties, he and O'rly's relationship had changed, and he found that he wasn't entirely opposed to the assumption his daughter made. Nearly a turn later, Sanldoth rose in a fateful flight, and Jaesriuth caught her. A month or so later, O'rly transferred her studies from the Yokohama to the Observatory at Xanadu, but the bluerider noticed nothing amiss until she donned a bathing suit a handful of months later, and lo' and behold was evidence of why. While his initial reaction was decidedly unmanly — he fainted cold — Riah took to the role of pending-father once more, spending as long as any other wandering Pern looking for impossible cravings. Finally, the day arrived, and R'iahn found himself presented with a brand-new son. Then a brand-new daughter.

Time will only tell how quickly it takes him to go stark mad.

>> Click to see Unabridged History <<

R'iahn was born Ibriahn, son of brownrider Iv'ritan of Fort and then-Journeyman Harper Sabiahna who was stationed at Fort at the time. Sabiahna ad Iv'ritan's relationship was, upon the birth of their first son, Savras, merely cordial — she fostered the boy out, but they both kept a relationship with him. But as the next few turns wore on, Sabiahna became pregnant again, and at some point during the pregnancy, she and Iv'ritan were Weyrmated. Ibriahn was born a healthy lad, and grew up in the usual bizarre foster mother-mother-foster father-father setup that most Weyr children endure. He never minded, and has even today a cordial relationship with both sets of parents, closer to neither and considering all of them to be his parents. He is equally close to his siblings, older brother and younger sisters Ivahna and Risabhian.

At eleven turns old, he was apprenticed to Harper Hall at his mother's behest — and, not really having any objections to it, he decided to go with it. He was a decent student, and took all of the general studies, studying hard until such time as he could become a Journeyman. He did so at a relatively early age, nearly nineteen turns old, having majored in the area of teaching. Alas, soon after, a rift grew between he and his mentors; and quickly it grew, until he threw down his knot in a fit of rage and stormed out. He might have gone back, realizing that wasting eight turns of one's life isn't the most intelligent of ideas, had a caravan of traders not taken him in. The traders were needing of a teacher of any sort, and didn't care that he didn't have the knot. He taught the band's children for the next few turns, doing a relatively decent job of it, while keeping out of the way of passing Harpers, most especially his mother.

Still, the arrangement was only temporary, and while they were stopped in Telgar Weyr one summer, it dissolved. There was no ill will between he and his companions; he was simply Searched by one of the dragons there, and he had taught one of the older girls of the caravan enough that she could step in for him. So, gladly, he took the position of Candidate. During Candidacy, he never really mentioned his harper training, though he excelled in all of the classes Candidates are required to take. It was generally assumed that he was the heir of some cothold or other and had had training, and he never said a word one way or the other — out of shame or continued irritation, one. He made a pair of friends in Candidacy who would stick with him through life, though he didn't really make too many enemies of the lot of them. His two comrades went on to Impress at his side.

Jaesriuth and Sanldoth Impressed the two friends at different points in the same day; a queen from Ierne had laid her clutch a day or so before a Telgari resident had laid hers, and they had ended up hatching on the same day, separated by a few hours. Zalana and her green found each other in the same clutch as Sanldoth and O'rly, while Ibriahn had to wait for the wee hours of the morning for Jaesriuth to find him. They were a ragtag bunch of Weyrlings, with Sanldoth and Zaivanth providing a more sane, stable side to Jaesriuth's hair-brained and stubborn schemes. The blue was constantly in trouble, and Sanldoth kept back from her fair share of insanity only be the exceptional cunning and charm of Zaivanth. Over Weyrlinghood, R'iahn and Zalana grew closer, until the natural move seemed to be for them to move into the same weyr after they graduated. That they did, as the trio scattered to the world of Dragonriders.

R'iahn and Jaesriuth quickly took in with the Search and Rescue wing, while Zaivanth at first was tapped to the resident Policing wing. Sanldoth and O'rly went in still another direction, to the Management wing (which didn't in the least bit surprise R'iahn), but the trio remained close friends, often spending evenings in one weyr or the other as friends do. O'rly's situation with her family concerned Riah, as she was both he and Zalana's close friend, but the subject didn't come up much — and time passed. Jaesriuth managed to advance quickly, within a turn made Wingsecond of the wing after he made a remarkable rescue of a stranded group of traders in a snowstorm in the barrier mountains. Zaivanth shortly transferred over to the S&R wing, citing differences of personality with the others, and quickly the green and blue became an unstoppable force. As Wingsecond, Jaesriuth lead the wing into many different, but brilliant rescues, aided by the cunning of his partner in crime. The Wingleader generally let him take on the more hopeless cases; not only was he more apt to come out of them with the wing intact, he was much younger, and his bones didn't ache all of the time!

R'iahn was content in this position; S&R was exciting, and you were never doing the same thing two days in a row. It suited his tastes, which had gained a decidedly wanderlust-happy tint since his days with the Traders, just fine. Still, in time, he had to make nice with his family — and when he hit twenty eight, he figured it was time to do so. He had just found out that Zalana was pregnant, and intended to keep the child, and what good grandparent doesn't want to know the fate of their children…and grandchildren? So the son returned home, and the reunion was anything that can be expected after nearly ten turns. Lots of tears, lots of catching up, and a little bit of guilt-tripping and fighting. But within a sevenday's leave that he had they had it all worked out, and he returned home a happy man. Now that they knew where he was, his mother and father and foster mother and father as well as siblings could visit him. Zalana was the princess of the family, the woman who was nearly as sharp-tongued and fiery as her dragon — she and Risabhian got along especially well, the two becoming nigh inseparable in their frequent visits.

Alzanbri was born on one cold winter morning, and his father proudly escorted his family as well as Zalana's to the Weyr to show off the boy, who made a pretty baby, quiet and calm with thick and dark hair like his own even just born. Sanldoth and O'rly were also in attendance, with the woman proudly made honorary-auntie. Life settled down quickly after that, though it did get a lot busier for R'iahn, who was shortly offered the position of Wingleader when the older 'leader decided to retire to Honshu. He took it, though reluctant to take time from his weyrmate and baby; she pushed him to it, citing that Jaesriuth would pine for forever if he didn't. So he decided to let himself be given the knot, and quickly settled into the position he'd half been taking care of for turns. Jaesriuth was more than happy with this, and quickly the wing set to advancing itself; learning new skills and new ways of saving people who might not have previously had a chance. The blue reveled in his newfound position, and rejoiced when his partner in crime returned as Zalana weaned Alzanbri and instead of fostering, used most of the extra income R'iahn was earning to hire a nanny. It worked, though!

Zalana became pregnant once more when Alzanbri was a little over the three turn mark, shooting poor R'iahn's blood pressure up a few notches as he struggled with the dragon who liked to injure himself every other sevenday. One of his Wingseconds, a good man who'd Impressed just after he had, was acting as Wingleader more and more often while Jaesriuth battled injuries that he thoroughly deserved. But he was happy — at first, he hadn't known what to do at all with his firstborn, but he had grown into the father position almost naturally. Wingleader was tough, but he and Jae hacked away at it, and only took a sevenday off when his first daughter was born several months later. Jaesriuth was injured again, anyways! Alzanbri was a loud lad where his younger sister was been silent, never hesitating in the least to inform the entire Weyr when he was displeased. Zalana took her time off for maternity leave with reluctance with the serene girl, and was more than happy when one of the Weyr's wet nurses offered to watch the girl during the day after a month or two. She went back into the Wing with zeal, and quickly the dynamic duo were at it again.

Unfortunately, six or seven months later, things dissolved all too suddenly. Jaesriuth took half of the wing into a storm after a ship that was sinking, intending to save the crew before they all drowned. Zaivanth seconded that wing, with several of the larger browns and bronzes chosen for their size and stability, while he and Zaivanth would dart down and grab the sailors. It didn't turn out that way. Several crewmen in, Zaivanth was struck by a massive downdraft, and both wings snapped. She crashed into the mast of the ship and suffered internal injuries, though one of the bronzes managed to *between* with her to Ierne, where the Dragonhealers could tend to her. In his attempts to get to her and to get purchase quickly after, Jaesriuth broke a few spar-bones and a foreleg, and had to be carried in as well, kicking and screaming as it was. The rest of the wing stayed as long as they could, but only managed to save a portion of the crew before they were forced back to Telgar by rising winds that threatened even the larger dragons.

Zaivanth's injuries proved irreparable, and she and Zalana went *between* soon after. R'iahn seemed to take it well for all of a day, but once he finished getting his transfer to Ierne taken care of — going back to Telgar wasn't an option, and the aforementioned Wingsecond would do an admirable job — he lost his grip quite quickly. Sanldoth and O'rly transferred from Telgar to be with her longtime friend, and were absolutely instrumental in bringing the man (and his sensitive dragon) out of their funk. After spending several months quite drunk, and frequently in all of the situations one can expect of a man such as R'iahn in his position (drunken declarations of the intent of things such as *betweening* forever, becoming a woman, a farmer, and not the least notably, a murderer, even if the guy who spilled his glass of rum would fully have deserved it!), he finally pulled himself up by his bootstraps. Well, that is to say, Sanldoth and Jaesriuth with help from O'rly pulled him up by his bootstraps. While his children had been staying with a sibling, he finally brought them back home, and set to finding a career at a WeyrHold.

This was not as easy a task as he had, at first, expected it to be. Jaesriuth nearly bit off his head in one swift bite when he suggested becoming a transport rider or freight rider, insisting quickly that he would never, ever do anything of the sort. Quickly enough, though, another vocation opened up for him — the man realized that becoming a dragonhealer was, actually, an option. As he owed his life to the healers at Ierne, and his dragon's to the dragonhealers, it seemed a logical step in his life. Still, school didn't pay for itself, and with no option jumping out to him, and Jaesriuth shooting down most mundane ideas, the man turned to hunting. Wild felines aren't the easiest thing in the world to hunt, but their pelts sure do bring a pretty price! It took the better part of a month to learn /how/ to tan them properly, but eventually he did, after many smaller animals were used for tests. As Jaesriuth finally healed, the two would start their newest adventure. He had a good bit saved, still, from his days at Telgar, but supplements were always good when you had small children who you refused to foster out. Why refuse fostering? Not the smartest thing to do, but when Risabhian volunteered to move down to Ierne to help where Zalana left off, he couldn't resist the temptation to continue with his Weyrmate's intentions of not fostering.

The turns went on, and R'iahn and Jaesriuth recovered mentally and physically from the trauma of the incident at Telgar. R'iahn studied Dragonhealing and progressed fairly rapidly, to be expected considering his age and his experience with dragons — and a dragon such as Jaesriuth. Their business of selling feline hides bought the groceries, and occasionally the pair took side jobs. Life went back to normal, with R'iahn spending the occasional week doing nothing but sitting on a beach somewhere with a bottle of something that would make a weak man cry. He did stop drinking for the most part, thankfully, and other than a habit of sleeplessness, was pretty content with the simple life at Ierne. However, as the turns progressed and somehow became nearly four turns, Jaesriuth's patience ran thin. One morning, the bluerider found himself at Xanadu Weyr speaking with the Weyrwoman and Weyrleader on the subject of transferring — quite by accident, tricked by a dragon who just couldn't sit still. Unable to deny that he was ready to go back to doing what he was supposed to do, though, R'iahn went with it, and found himself a Rider at Xanadu Weyr, new and fascinating.

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Family

Name	Relation	Age	Location	Position
Iv'ritan (Ivosritan)	Father	+23	Fort Weyr	Brownrider (Istelth)
Sabiahna	Mother	+20	Harper Hall	Master Harper/Teacher
Olyn	Foster-father	+34	Fort Weyr	Assistant Steward
Tisanya	Foster-mother	+28	Fort Weyr	Baker
Savras	Brother	+3	Harper Hall	Journeyman Harper/Musician
Ivahna	Sister	-1	Ista Weyr	Brownrider (Onkaelth)
Risabhian	Sister	-2	Fort Weyr	Nanny
O'rly	Weyrmate	-2	Xanadu Weyr	Craft Rider
Alzanbri	Son	-28.7	Fort Weyr	Candidate
Briahla	Daughter	-32.2	Xanadu Weyr	Weyrbrat
Seilistraye	Daughter	-37.11	Xanadu Weyr	Infant
Belsiaryn	Son	-37.11	Xanadu Weyr	Infant

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Firelizards

Fascinatingly Illogical Green Ashaya Description: There's no two ways about it - this green has /presence/. A firelizard she may be, but her heart beats the vigorous tattoo of a dragon. She even carries herself like one, head proud and indomitable, gait smooth and slow to disguise the hitch, and yet she is modest and unassuming in her natural grace. As she moves, her wings seem to cross along her spine when tucked; when human terms are applied to this, it seems as though she is always in deep thought, wings clasped in a patiently reserved manner behind her back. Indeed, she seems almost aloof, and her color immediately reflects this, silky jade fitting tightly around her lean, angular body. A pale peach dusts and fades indescriminately along her sides, hinting at a nature not quite her own… but everybody knows that she cannot possibly be part human, right? Exactly, and even she will respond to such claims with what seems to be a quirk of her ridged brow. She seems to have mastered facial expressions like this, and is quicker to use them than to croon. When given a direct order, it is evident that she will not let you down unless she is on her deathbed. A somewhat duskier tone of harlequin green dances about long-fingered paws, along the spars of her 'sails, tickling her strangely pointed headknobs, stretching, pulling, and weaving like so much hidden lace, only one of many secrets to be found with this little green. Ashaya is 42 centimeters in length with a wingspan of 68 cm. >> Click to View Egg Information << Scientific Anomaly Egg The overall appearance of this egg just doesn't seem /possible./ Now, granted, the weyr has seen its share of crazy eggs, ranging from the psychedelic to the image-printed, but never has there been one like this. It is cool, static, and almost unearthly calm, magnetic, but unassuming, a treasure, but also an… well, an anomaly. A matte blue washes across most of its pocked surface, the kind of blue that one wears to center themselves and put everyone into a state of calm. Silver sparkles here and there occasionally, but it is very rare that you will see it at first glance; like the glimmer of dark eyes, it will likely be firelight or close inspection that allows you further perusal. More noticeable is a smooth gradation of jade that sweeps out across the egg from a condensed arrow, bubbling outwards and fading away, looking for all the world like a pointed ear. Dam: Green Pattie Sire: Blue Rumble Credits: Much of her nature has already been hinted at, but as time passes, more of this green's more subtle qualities will come to light. The most noteable of these is an earth-shattering brilliance that cannot be denied. She listens and takes orders with an eerie sense of knowledge, and, if you didn't know better, you could say that she borders on precognizant, the smug look in her eyes telling that she knows what you're going to say almost before you say it. She doesn't have to be told twice, and is a tamer's dream when it comes to teaching her commands (you can likely venture beyond 'come' into the realm of 'bring your meatroll and come sit on my knee'). Does this seem to good to be true? Well, it is. While a loyal companion that will defend her people to the death, she is reclusive, and if in any way hurt, will shy away and immediately sever all connections with the offender. She doesn't do this lightly, but it will become obvious over the years that there are some humans, dragons, and firelizards that have earned the position of 'nonexistant' in her mind. If ever brutally treated by anyone, she will become completely unemotional and unresponsive, eyes totally vacant until her inner self is prepared to deal with the outside world. Indeed, there seems to be a duality of self that she is constantly at war with - her cool, disengaged exterior and a melange of turbulent emotions that linger just beneath her hide. This is something she will battle with most when it comes to mating, and one will be lucky to see her keep reason when this time comes. She reacts to perceived competitors with a ferocious, unyielding force, and to potential mates with a tumultuous lust that will likely shame and embarrass her the next day. Don't worry, she'll come to her senses once she wraps her head around the fact that, at the time, it was logical, and there is no revoking her actions now. Her croon is soft and otherworldly, pitching high and low alternately like a decadently played fiddle, but with a foreign, paralyzing tinge to its notes. It is surely something to listen to, when she sings, hypnotic, enchanting, reeling you in and then luring you into a deep sense of emotional calm. T'hy'la, she is calling, come home. This green is based off of the Star Trek character Spock. While she has room to be changed into what you want her to be, and in fact I invite you to if she seems unsuitable to you, I encourage you to at least give her a chance before nitpicking at the details. She has a lot of the character's natural grace, stillness, competence, loyalty, and verve, as well as complications, and there is a lot to be explored. I cannot give you just one page to explain the complexity of Spock, but I encourage you to take time out and really /research/ what she is all about. This character has quickly become one of my favorites of all time, attracting me with his alien-ness, but appeasing me also with his human short-comings, so kick back, relax, and enjoy the ride. Her croon is based off of the song found here, starting at :37 seconds: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ksItbOwNSss Ashaya was desc'd by S'gam. <3

B-Double EE Double RR-U-N, It's a B-e-e-r-r-u-n Blue Minion Description: Wide bands of dark grey circle the firelizard at the upper neck, chest and belly with pale blue-grey as the foundation of color for the rest of his broad body. His legs are thick and muscular as is his tail, balancing the roundness of his barrel-like torso. Iridescent hues shimmer in the mingled blues and greys, giving him a silvery sheen, the rainbowed hues more prominent at his paws and around his eyes. >> Click to View Egg Information << Take One Down and Pass it Around Egg Smooth. Rich. Pale. Golden. The egg also has a sheen to it and the top quarter of the shell is frothy white with inclusions and other off-color markings that give it a foamy appearance atop the liquid gold of the rest of the egg. Dam: Gold Quisits Sire: Bronze Ore Credits: The egg theme for this clutch was 'Drinking Songs' - though not your traditional bawdy barroom songs, rather songs that mention alcohol/drinking/etc. The hatchlings themselves were a combination of drinks as well as 'the beach'. This rotund blue is your very own keg, enjoy! He was desc'd by Lissi! <3

Ad Vitam Aeternam Green May "For all time." Summertime was obviously in mind with the creation of this diminutive lady. As though it has been freshly cut and served, a bright and shimmering melon-green covers this firelizard's small, streamlined body. Cheerful orchid and violet tones dapple their way across her belly, and speckle themselves across the imperial arch of her nose beneath wide, soulful eyes. Across her back and down her forepaws flows a cascading waterfall of vivid blues, greens and teals, colors spiraling and fading together until one looks almost the same as the next. Her wide but dainty wings are brilliant, green as a wave lit through with sunbeams, and highlighted by spatters of foamy white touching the very tips of each. >> Click to View Egg Information << Dam: Gold Saoirse Sire: Bronze Ruin Blue Wind Egg No matter which way this egg is tilted, it has a new image to display. Though it appears to be all one landscape, one fourth of the egg is decorated by full summer trees, filled with the rich verdant depths that cast cool shadows onto the grass below. Green quickly morphs into the bold golds and oranges of yellow, wrinkled blobs floating down like leaves onto the ground. This, of course, makes the next trees all the more stark: the dark, empty boughs reach into the sky like knotted fingers, roots burrowing deep into the cold ground… Until spring blooms suddenly, introducing sparks of pink, white and yellow buds onto the surface of the egg. The only thing holding it all in common is the stolid blue of the sky, unshakeable and inchanging through all of life's patterns. Credits Rainbows and butterflies follow this green wherever she goes, her life blissful and untainted by bitter violence and unmitigated scruitiny. Sure, her kin will tease her about her diminutive size, and some of her fellow clutchmates will hate her for her beauty and swiftness, but whats the point in getting worked up over things? That only breeds unhappiness and malcontent. She is satisfied with the world, unburdened by its troubles, allowing for a sweet and playful temperament to shine through the cloudiest of days. As far as the clutch credits go, eggs were based off of songs from the musical "Spring Awakening," while the firelizards were based off masks for their colors, and the personality is very loosely based off of characters from Phantom of the Opera. You'll have to listen to the song, "Blue Wind," yourself to get the impression you desire to draw from it, but your firelizard's mask is located here: http://im.quirao2.com/qimage/p/moy300/p19/volto-ibisco-piume-890.jpg Because your firelizard is based off Christine, I tried to find colors that were soft, effeminate, and clean enough to fit her personality. Created by the lovely S'gam!

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Dragon

Destiny's Design Blue Jaesriuth In stark contrast to his in-your-face personality, Jaesriuth's coloring is anything but. An inky midnight seems to engulf him almost entirely, leaving only faint variations and minor changes; like the fact that his neck and tail ridges are brilliantly blue, tinged only faintly with misty, twilit silver. Or the fact that his wingsails are as dark as his hide for the most part, like a starless night sky, lit up around the hand-part of his wing with faintest silver, almost like clouds. Otherwise, his midnight body has only the scintillating speckle of palest blue that drifts over just about the entire bulk of his body. The specks measure no bigger than a freckle on a human, but their cumulative effect is almost that of stars dancing over a clear night sky; clear but for the slight overcast of short, broad wings. The flecks drift in patterns interspersed with areas of nigh-darkness, not seeming to have any sort of congruity or continual patterning — but for one area. Along his right shoulder, the speckles flash silver, and gleam in a faintly angular pattern, something like a stylized "A". He is a handsomely-built fellow, small and lean, but the small isn't just a 'he's kind of short'. No, Jaesriuth is quite tiny for a blue, among the very smallest, surely! He is outstripped by more than one green as far as length, at least. He is slightly bulkier than the females generally are, with more muscle and less length (length is, really, the main thing he lacks) in tail and neck. His wings are short and broad, allowing for excellent agility in the skies, but not much staying power — physically, at least. The blue carries himself with absolute pride, though, a swagger in even the dragon's cursed hop-skip stride, tailtip constantly flicking a cheerful tune, expression absolutely one of smugness. Jaesriuth has reached a length of 24.04 meters, and a wingspan of 40.07 meters in adulthood, quite a tiny blue indeed.

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Logs/Etc.

>> Short Story: March 30 2010 <<

“You are irrationally insufferable.”

« I am not! »

“Yes, you are. Kneel down further, damnit. I’m not twenty any more, and I can’t crawl up on your back like a shardin’ lizard to wash you.”

« Am not! You’re just a cynic. We OWNED that drill, R’iahn! And you’re also not an old man. Stop whining. »

The midday sun shone with springtime ferocity down on the figures of man and dragon, in the shallows of the lake. Jaesriuth was ‘getting handsome’ so he could go brag to the greens about his feats in their drills this morning, not that he needed any prettifying, thank you! The blue’s rider was stripped to his waist and wearing swim-shorts, clambering about his dragon to reach all of the various spots that needed to be sand-scrubbed down before Jae could be oiled. Not far away, a four turn old splashed in the very edges of the shallows, watched by one very patient green firelizard, while a silvered blue flitted about Jae, helping to scrub the dragon.

« That feels /good/! Ah — yeah — right there! Aaaahhh. »

Riah scrubbed one of the blue’s old scars, a long, jagged line between wingsails with a soft snort. “Insufferable.” He grumbled, but kept up his scrubbing all the same, making irritable noises. Jaesriuth turned to putty beneath the less-than-tender ministrations, wings fanning out over the water and blowing vague bubbles as he kept his nose as far down as he could without drowning. Eyelids drooping, the dark-shaded dragon crooned.

« You’re the best ever, Riah. I looove you, you know that? »

The human concept of love had taken a hold on Jae’s mind at some point, and somehow he hadn’t forgotten the picked-up phrase — he liked to pull it out whenever his rider’s guard was down and he could catch him unawares. Said rider now sputtered like he’d been sucker punched by his dragon, scowling. “Jaesriuth.” He warned, moving his scratching to another spot.

« But I dooooo! »

“Yes, I know.”

« Good! And you know what else? »

Suddenly, the blue lurched forward, reaching out to grab Briahla in both forepaws, apparently much to the squealing girl’s delight. She kicked and flailed, but laughed all the same, wriggling madly.

« I love you too, Briahla! I do, I do love you! Ha! Who’s your favorite ever? »

“Jae! Uncle Jae! Down, Uncle Jae, down! Lemme go!” The girl squealed, wriggling in the gentle grasp of the smallish blue. He gave a draconic sound of amusement, a bright, wavering warble, and instead lifted her up higher, sitting up on his hind legs and splaying his wings wide.

« Fly, Bri! Wanna go flying with me? Bet dad would think that was funny. »

His eyes shimmered with vibrant blues and greens, as R’iahn stood with his arms crossed, expression stormy. “Damnit, Jaesriuth! If you drop my daughter, I’m going to flay your hide off!” He growled, getting another trumpet of amusement from his dragon. “I’m serious! You /did/ drop Alzanbri when he wasn’t much older, you know! Do you want me to call Sanldoth? I bet she’s close by! I /will/ send Ashaya to go get her, damnit!” The man grumbled, pointing an accusing finger at the dragon. Said dragon shrank back again, sending a quick glance around, warily. No, he certainly didn’t want to get a lecture on the illogicalness of not only speaking to a human child — it was HIS human child, what was R’iahn’s was his, so he could talk with her if he wanted to! — but lifting her up into the air and ‘playing’ with her.

If dragons could be said to pout, Jaesriuth pouted like the four turn old that Briahla was.

« Fine. You’re no fun at all. He’s not fun, is he, Briahla? »

>> Log: March 23, 2011 <<

Rubbing at the back of his neck, R'iahn eyed the small group of three Weyrlings before him evenly. Faolie, brown Xcelath's, K'perz, brown Iewth's, and T'qot, green Kyshieth's, peered back at him with mixed respect and a healthy amount of fear. Not that he had done anything to /instill/ that fear in them in the over-a-turn that they had been his students, but Weyrlings always seemed to be fearful.

« Probably because you're a grumpy old man. »

Jaesriuth's rat-a-tat-tat mindvoice assaulted his aching head cheerfully, and Riah scowled towards his dragon, then turned the vague scowl on the Weyrlings. K'perz quailed a little, shifting back against his vaguely greenish brown, while Faolie eyed him with a quirked eyebrow and T'qot, impassively. "Weyrlings." The greeting eventually growled forth from some grumpy part of him that he wasnt even certain of, and the man winced. Perhaps he shouldn't bark at them. They needed their wits about them. Taking a deep breath, he tried to remember what O'rly had taught him about centering onesself, and squinted at his students for a long moment.

"Today is an important day." Deceptively mild, he tried valiantly to tread the line between too-serious and not serious enough. Either might spell disaster for his charges, and he had /no/ desire to lose any of his Weyrlings. The pain was not unfamiliar to the man, neither was losing a Wingmate, but if it could be avoided…well, he could be calm and reasonable. "You three will be perfectly fine if you /pay/ /attention/." Severity crept into the last as he cut his eyes to Faolie and scowled vaguely at the girl. At barely sixteen, the girl was a troublemaker if he'd ever seen one, every bit as onery as the rascal he'd raised. The girl grinned cheekily at him, not showing the mild fear of her fellows as she thumped her dragon's shoulder firmly. "Of course, Sir!" She stated firmly, snapping an only vaguely proper salute as he scowled at her. "See that you do, Weyrling. You best hope I can't find you if you end up over Ierne rather than our destination. I promise you that you will not sit down for at least a sevenday."

He just left the possibility of not reappearing at all out entirely — they could have that entire discussion later. Now was not the time. Each and every Weyrling knew the dangers of /between/ing. "Mount up and follow Jaesriuth. When we arrive at a safe height for /between/ing, he will share with your dragons a destination. See that they focus on that destination as closely as they can. Don't add anything to it. Don't take anything from it. Follow the directions, and we'll all be fine and home before dinner."

So saying, he swung astride his dragon, strapping himself in and watching the young dragonriders do the same. « Xcelath is not as confident as his own. » A muted rumble of distant thunder conveyed his dragon's concern as he settled into the straps and waited. She has enough for both of them. You should know that. He huffed into the dragon's mind, amused by the starburst of vibrant joy from the blue — not that he'd let on to that or admit it. Ever. « You're right. For once. » Jae fired breezily, then launched himself airborne, apparently spotting that his younger proteges were all ready to go. They ascended quickly, and Jaesriuth gamely battled tiny Kyshieth for dominance into the higher reaches of the sky above their home, and with reluctance admitted that she won as they reached /between/ing height.

« This, » Stagnant marsh far below, specific landmarks etched in the grasslands and jungle, « Is the location. Follow me and you will be safe. I won't lead you astray. » Confident in a roaring explosion of vibrant noise and color, Jaesriuth promptly disappeared /between/.

R'iahn despised between. Clutching to the only sensation, he tried to cling to Jaesriuth, squeezing his eyes shut and gritting the old phrase in his mind: Black, Blacker, Blackest…

They appeared above their location. Then, Kyshieth. Then Iewth. R'iahn's stomach dropped into a free-fall beneath them, never mind that that was impossible, as he held his breath and sent a valiant plea to whoever was listening that…

« Xcelath! »

Roars resounded all around them, Jaesriuth's wild bugle rising around the deeper rumbles of the larger dragons and the bright warble of the smaller green. The normally-dark brown was slightly pale and his rider looked rather shaken — R'iahn cursed fluently and threw his fist out in the command to descend and land, heading for the clearing far below.

2014

Title	OOC Date	Cast

2013

Title	OOC Date	Cast

2012

Title	OOC Date	Cast

2011

Title	OOC Date	Cast
Cuts and Bruises and Burns, Oh My	April 26, 2011	Eledri, Karona, R'iahn
Distraught (Egg Touching 3)	May 16, 2011	Flandynn, Karona, Kiley, Landers, R'iahn, Thea, Seryth
A Lesson in Finesse	May 22, 2011	Aqueepoli, Briana, Flandynn, Iessrien, Karona, Keziah, Kiley, M'nol, Ocelara, Pyriel, R'iahn, Little Brat (npc'd by Thea)
Containment...Breech?	May 22, 2011	Aqueepoli, Briana, Flandynn, Iessrien, Karona, Keziah, Kiley, Landers, M'nol, Ocelara, Pyriel, R'iahn, Little Brat (npc'd by Thea)

2010

Title	OOC Date	Cast
Close Encounters	August 15, 2010	Desri, R'iahn, Rylavi

2009

Title	OOC Date	Cast
Save The Eggs	July 09, 2009	Niva, R'iahn, Sigam, Thea
Sigam's in Stitches	July 09, 2009	Aeryn, F'yr, Riahn, Sigam
Founder's Day Opening Ceremonies	July 17, 2009	B'ky, Cenlia, Eledri, F'yr, J'ed, Jessamin, L'ton, M'nol, Moria, Niva, O'rly, Ontali, R'iahn, Sigam, Thea, Uthine, Xhaine, T'burk
Never Have I Ever	July 18	F'yr, Riahn, Sigam
Hatching in the Dragonhealer's Annex	August 03, 2009	Cecron (npc), D'son, Farrah, K'ael, Keiryn (npc), Lisila (npc), Tebriqua (npc), Thea, Pol (npc), R'iahn, Sigam, Varaen (npc), Azaeth, Seryth

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Credits

- Ro for the layout thing — I copied it from Tali's, hahaha. Thanks again! ;)