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Skin: changeable hazel green to sea blue
Hair: weak aquamarine Hair Style: simple styled cut Hair Length: cut short
Eyes: medium heliotrope
Clothing Style: can't seem to look good in
modern fashion, but enjoys older styles
Latency at Power Rank 6,
Genetic Purity 65 Though a PR 6 does not allow for an active power, some
day they might develop a Minor Environmental power
Lifespan: around 220 years
Kaumburuh (a “free worker” who doesn’t have their own land holdings,
but does have a job)
Born into their Status and happy to be there Working
for a tired older Pelatih (an “animal master”), wanting to find
someone to train to replace them.
Breeding: 2nd Degree Bred
Fertility: Normally Fertile
What about the future? If they
play their cards right this Zekiran might go far.
Bond: Brown Yarmidth
Parents: V2Y3 - Gold Theemdoth+Bronze Rhodith
Dhuua had not been all that opposed to giving up a
genetic sample for the ride to Dragonhope Weyr. He had enough money to pay
but why waste money when you could give something that didn't cost you
anything and wouldn't be missed? A couple of cells that would regenerate
seemed like a steal for a life-changing trip. But then Dragon masters were
held in high regard on Zekira and adding more to the ranks was probably
what Amaranth Marad had actually wanted from him.
Dhuua hadn't been deterred by the prospect of hard work and cleaning out
whatever bodily fluids a dragon might produce. After all he'd spend years
working on a farm. He'd seen enough to not mind getting his hands dirty.
And being able to communicate with the animal he'd be caring for seemed
like something good. At least then they could clearly tell you what they
were feeling and where the problem might lie if they were sick.
Outside the dragons started humming and not much later Dhuua was asked to
make his ay to the hatching sands were the eggs were nearly ready to
release their occupants. It was the middle of the day and the weather was
pleasant and inviting. The dragonlings had picked a good day to be born.
Standing at the side where he had the best view of the stands and other
candidates, Dhuua observed and waited. He wasn't a social person and
preferred to be alone.
"Does that mean you wouldn't like me?"
the brown dragon inquired.
"I came to impress a dragon, If I didn't want you I wouldn't be
here." the Zekiran replied dryly.
"Oh well, then my name is Yarmidth."
"Nice to meet you." Dhuua replied automatically.
Dhuua had softened a bit during his training. Maybe
the contact with a social dragon had done him good, though the Zekiran was
still a bit rough around the edges and would prefer quiet over a small
gathering any day. But at least his courtesies sounded like he meant them
which Yarmidth felt was quite a feat. For the rest he and his rider had
gotten along well. Dhuua was a diligent worker and had cared for Yarmidth
better than the average newly bonded human. In training they were among
the best and they never had problems with the weyrlingmaster.
"Maybe you're just a bit too good."
"Maybe you should act out a bit..."
"I could stop cleaning your weyr." Dhuua suggested.
"Oh no, not that." Yarmidth
was quick to reply.
"I could leave you to go be with the ladies."
"Would they even be interested?"
"They might." Dhuua insisted.
"I don't think you even know what ladies
like. Nor men for that matter."
"Do you?" Dhuua asked, getting ever so slightly annoyed.
"Yes, like that! I want more of that.
"I shall aspire to try." Dhuua promised.
Dhuua wondered what to do. He'd finished his training
and was a free man again. He could go back to the old Pelatih and get his
job back. But maybe the old man had found another apprentice to take over
his business. He could return to Zekira as a dragon master and get all the
extras, titles and duties that went along with it, or he could stay and
work at one of the dragonries. None of the possibilities were without
drawbacks and all had their merits.
"You could roll a die."
"And leave this all to chance?" Dhuua asked with just a tinge of
horrification in his voice.
"Well, if you don't like the outcome, you
can try again. At least that tells you something."
"Doesn't that kind of defeat the point of letting chance
"You're still your own master." Yarmidth
told his rider.
Dhuua shrugged and did as adviced. He rolled the dice and watched as the
side with two dots turned up. Apparently chance wanted him to do his duty
and take up the title he was entitled to have.
"If you don't like the life you could always
come back." Yarmidth said.
"I guess that's true." Dhuua conceded and got ready to return to
Dhuua had just laid eyes on his native planet when he was met with Amaranth Marad,
the lovely person who'd brought him to Dragonhope. Just as he'd expected
they were there to make sure he registered as a dragon master. He was
taken through several administrative processes with an appropriate amount
of paper work and when he left he was the owner of a sprawling estate of
123 units in the area of Kelis.
"That went well." Yarmidth
"Oh we're not done." Dhuua replied, "We'll need workers
next and all the other people that keep an estate going. I imagine we'll
be busy for quite a while.
A slight smile curved Dhuua's lips. He actually looked forward to the
"We're going to have people around?"
Yarmidth asked a bit taken aback.
"Servants. They'll know to keep quiet."
Dragon impressed at Dragonhope
Weyr 11th Pass Giveaway
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