Description: Rennay is a tall and heavyset
girl with brown curly hair, apple cheeks and a smile that's a permanent
feature on her face. She loves to wear frilly clothes and sparkly jewellery.
She will never leave her house without making sure she looks her best.
Though she isn't skinny, she is limber and carries her weight
Personality: Rennay is sunny and outgoing. She loves eating,
parties and all social gathers and will usually be on the planning comity
or among the volunteers. Rennay cares about her appearance and takes a lot
of time to look good. She has a preference for bright colours and bold
Hobbies: Socialising, volunteering, dressing up
Skills: Management and organisation, make-up and fashion
Family: Rennay has two older brothers who don't understand her
fussing. Her father works as a maintenance man in the hold and her mother
helps out several people (elderly, invalids but also temporarily
Pets: cream and white firelizard Ava (f) from Isla
Rennay woke up to a sunny day with a bright blue sky, white, fluffy clouds
and the scent of spring on the wind. She stretched and yawned, happy to
laze a little while longer. She had done her chores yesterday, her parents
and brothers were at their respective workplaces and all she had to do was
enjoy the day. Falling back on her pillow she took a deep breath and
closed her eyes. Maybe she'd sleep a little while longer...
But then a loud bang shook her home. Startled, she half-dropped,
half-jumped out of bed and peeked out of the window. She was met with
beautiful eyes that shimmered and changed colour. The dragon that looked
back at her was a rich royal blue and it's hide shone in the early
sunlight. On closer look, it appeared the dragon was wet and that was why
he sparkled so.
"Excuse me dear lady." the
dragon said, "Might you help me and my rider
for a bit?"
Rennay was surprised to hear the dragon's voice resound in her head.
Though the message was loud and clear and the dragon was just in front of
her, the words hadn't been overpowering or loud.
"We've been caught in a stray raincloud and
are now quite drenched. I can dry myself in the sun outside, but my rider
would like to change into some dry clothes so that he doesn't catch a
Somehow Rennay got the impression that the dragon was making fun of his
rider. How strange, weren't dragons dignified and loyal creatures?
Shouldn't this blue dragon care more about his riders wellbeing? She
dropped her line of thought when she heard a knock on the door below.
"Just a minute!" she called and then of course took way longer
getting dressed in a bright blue dress with green ombre effect that fit
her figure well and enhanced her curves. She combed her long curly hair
and tied it in two loose braids that elongated her face. Then she applied
some light cosmetics and, though not the way she wanted it to be, decided
against taking her time for a more decent ensemble. She'd probably taken
close to 15 minutes by the time she got downstairs and could tell that the
dragonrider was getting a bit impatient.
"Come in." she smiled, opening the door.
The dragonrider was about as tall as she was, muscled in his arms and
torso and looked like he was about the age of her father. Without much
delay he started to strip. Rennay turned around and held out a towel so he
could dry himself.
"I'm still quite decent." the man told her.
She turned around to see he had indeed only taken off his shirt and riding
"Do you have a shirt I could borrow? Maybe from your husband?"
"You seem to be about the same size as my eldest brother. And I know
just the shirt that would suit you." Rennay rattled, going back up
the stairs and unscrupulously dug through her brother's closet until she found the
blue shirt that matched the dragon's hide. Returning to the first floor
she held out the shirt and started an explanation about skin tone,
coloration and appropriate attire.
"Thank you." he interrupted her, "If you come with me I can
give you the shirt back right away."
"To the Weyr of course." he grinned, "Or can't you leave
"No I'm free..." she started.
"That's magnificent. Come along now."
Rennay let herself be dragged outside and before she knew it she was
strapped onto the dragon's back and couldn't help but wonder what would be
the ideal outfit for an outing like this.
"Usually the humans wear leather."
the blue dragon gracefully supplied.
After his rider had mounted and taken up his position, the dragon took off
and launched them into the sky. Nothing could have prepared Rennay for the
feeling of flight. The wind, though sheltered by the rider's body,
whistled around her head, making it hard to hear anything but the sound of
her own blood, pounding. Far too soon the dragon spiralled down to land in
"You did well for your first flight." the dragonrider commented.
"You didn't scream." he shrugged, "How about you go to the
firelizard beaches and I'll come find you after I've changed?"
He pointed her in the right direction and winked at his dragon as Rennay
walked toward the beaches. She'd never been to a Weyr so she might as well
make full use of the opportunity. Looking around like she wanted to commit
it all to memory, she nearly missed the path toward the small alcove where
the eggs were incubated.
"Want to take one?" A woman asked.
"Can I?" she asked.
"First one is on the house." the woman smiled and dropped a
small egg in her hands.
Rennay didn't have to wait long before the egg started shaking and
cracking. She held some dried meat she'd taken along at the ready. And
suddenly a pale, tiny firelizard sat in her hands. Surprised by the
unusual colour, Rennay looked up to the woman.
"Oh, we've gotten in some eggs from the Isla Genetics Center and this
appears to be one of them. Don't sweat it, just return to make sure we can
breed this little beauty."
"I'm sure she'll have plenty of chances to do just that while she's a
candidate." the voice of the dragonrider sounded from behind them.
"I told you I'd spotted a gem."
the blue dragon let them know.
"I would appreciate if next time you don't dive through a raincloud
to make me look at her."
It seemed to some of the inhabitants of Dawn Watch Weyr that the
sands had been occupied for most of the turn at this point, a situation
which was uncommon in these modern days. Harpers told stories of the days
of Threadfall, when one queen had hardly left the sands before the next
was laying, of sands shared by several dams at once.
The weyr was still rough, areas being opened and cleared as they were
needed, Weyrs occupied haphazardly as the leadership ruled that apart from
a few specific weyrs set aside for particular plans, then if you were
willing to clear it out, it was yours. With the coming of winter, some
riders had found that the weyr which was the perfect temperature in the
heat of summer had issues keeping the heat in during the wet season.
Several dragons had taken to sleeping in the hatching grounds to escape
the poor weather, and they were all very lucky that the ladies currently
on the sands didn't mind sharing them.
White Ailith and Green Dianath had risen within a few days of each other,
and while Ailith had attracted a number of males from across the Nexus,
leading them on a merry dance before choosing White-Blue Itawith, Dianath
had ignored the lure of the offworlders and chosen her Weyrmate, Byrrath.
A howling storm had risen up in the dark hours of the night, hitting the
Weyr in the wee hours of the morning, and the starsmiths had warned
everyone to plan to stay inside for the next few days as it blew itself
out over the forests. Most of the smaller weyrlings had, with the
permission of the two ladies watching over clutches, been brought into the
hatching ground to wait out the storm, where they would stay warm even
with their smaller body mass.
It was of course at that time that the eggs started their slow but steady
rocking, immediately notable as different to the sporadic shifting of the
past week. It was Ailith who noticed it first. A firsttime mother she was
more nervous than the more experienced Dianath. After a quick check both
dragons were certain that the hatching was indeed imminent and Dianath
asked Ailith if she wanted to male the call.
"Candidates to the sands please"
her voice was firm but gentle as it broadcast:"The
eggs will hatch soon"
By the time the candidates were all arrayed about the sands, a good two
thirds of whom visibly dripping from their short jaunt through the storm,
Ailith's pale eggs were noticably cracked and straining, while Dianath's
greener tinted ones seemed to be taking it slower in their approach to
The first hatching was actually a pair, as the violent rocking of the
larger of Ailith's two eggs caused it to slip from it's hollow in the
sands, and slam into it's much smaller sibling. Both shells shattered, and
a dark bronze could be seen clearly from the larger egg, it's body
completely covering the hatchling from the smaller egg. After some
complaints the bronze moved away to reveal a tiny white.
"Time to go and find your chosen, my little
ones" Ailith's head came between them, seeming so large
when compared to the size of the hatchlings, despite that she was the
smallest adult dragon in the weyr. She nudged the bronze, who huffed, but
got to his feet, and then the white, who nuzzled her back before doing the
As Ailith's two hatchlings fussed about, one of Dianath's offspring made a
quiet and largely unnoticed entrance, as a large crack in the side of the
second-largest egg broken apart and a little brown hatchling came
slithering out of the still mostly intact shell. Dianath twisted her head
around to watch him.
Shaking his head as he began to get to his feet caused him to stumble into
one of the other eggs. There was a loud cracking sound as the brown's
weight came down on just the right weakened spot to cause the whole thing
to come apart.
"Aniyath!" The protesting
voice drew out the name, "You ruined my
A small green shoved herself upward, dislodging the brown who had come to
rest on her back.
"I'm sorry Diyoth. I didn't mean to."
The brown replied.
"I know." The green sighed
quietly, "No-one never means these things.
Still, I'm going to go find my rider now, before anything else happens."
She took off, leaving her brother to right himself without
assistance, and stopped just before she would have gone barrelling into
the first row of candidates.
"Rennay!" She called,
spotting her person just behind the first group. "Come
closer so I can see you."
The young woman did as commanded, stepping forward with a hurry, the other
candidates parting before her as they realised that the green had made her
"Yes. You are exactly right. I am Diyoth."
The Green introduced herself after walking a quick circle around the girl.
"Now, it's time you fed me."
The Don't Judge a Book by it's Cover Green Diyoth
Parents: Green Dianath x Bronze Byrrath
Colours: #596B36 | #7E915B
Personality: Patient | Stylish | Efficient | Encouraging
Rennay primped and took her time while Diyoth commented on her progress.
"Just a little bit more on the upper
lid." Diyoth said, "No,
that's too much."
Rennay wiped away the excess and started over.
"We were supposed to be there half an hour
ago." Diyoth told her.
"I really want to look fabulous for this." Rennay answered.
"I know but I think we might get into
"Done!" Rennay finally called out and then she rushed (without
actually running, which would mess up her hair) toward the weyrling
Diyoth felt her strength with every move of her muscles. She was confident
that she could take on the world. Together with her rider they were
undeniably the best looking dragonrider pair around. Diyoth had always
loved to pick out outfits for her bond, but lately she'd been spending
time on herself as well. Appearing with decorative riding gear and
spending more time bathing and preening.
The rush of adulthood hormones had taken eased some of her childish
demands into well-thought out discussions. Most people knew it would be
easier to get a mule to move if Diyoth didn't want to do something. But if
the right reward or reasoning was present, she always did a perfect job.
Diyoth was a lady who knew what she wanted.
The same could be said for her rider. Rennay had grown more responsible as
lessons progressed and had even started to excel once flight-training had
come into play. The fashionable dragonrider had no shortage of suitors and
Diyoth had been spectator to several flings. But this time it would be her
turn to decide who got to spend time with them.
"I am ready to rise." Diyoth
told her rider.
Rennay felt a surge of excitement at that statement.
"How soon?" she asked.
"Right now!" Diyoth answered
barely holding back a growl and launched herself in the sky.
With a quick dive Diyoth drained a nearby herdbeast from it's blood before
taking off again, ready to play.
Rennay laughed as the surge of hormones and emotions hit her. She was
powerful, soaring high above others and drawing the attention of every
available male dragon in the vicinity. Soon... she thought, but then
decided that postponing the fun would increase the pleasure at the end.
She would make the boys work for her.
All around them people stopped in their tracks, the powerful sensations
demanding attention. Rennay looked up to the sky where Diyoth was leading
the chase and at the same time she was there, enjoying the wind in her
face and the suppleness of her muscles as she beat her wings. Her lungs
pumped, her blood sung and her ears caught the excited calls of her
"She's going to draw this out." Rennay heard someone say in her
"That only makes it all the more exciting." someone answered.
Rennay felt proud of Diyoth who did just as she pleased. Free spirits the
two of them were and that would never change.
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