*"Yeowwrrrrr! Yeowwrrrr! Grrrrr...*
A brown watch wher, tied to the front of the building, growls at you. A dragon up above you krows, and then starts swooping toward you. Scared to death, you want to run inside the building, but the canine-ish watch wher has other plans. So, like a fool, you stand there, frozen.
The dragon lands near you, unhappily.
*I was in the middle of an excersize! Now I'll have to fly without T'ler!* He looks at you, his eyes changing from on excited yellow-orange to an angry red-black mix.
"It's alright, Hinaeth. Maybe in a little bit." T'ler reaches out, unfastening some things around the dragon's stomach. The dragon snorts, and then pushes off.
You sigh with relief. It would not be pleasurable to become a dragon-snack.
"Yah, you made him pretty mad, alright. But, he'd give his life for me, so he's almost completely obediant. Queens are top priority, even if he is larger than some of them." T'ler smiles happily.
"Well, help me take this stuff inside the shop." You point to the brown reptile outside the building.
"What, Ash? He's just a puppy in a watch wher's body! He wouldn't hurt a fly!" he laughs. Just in case, though, you stay on the other side of T'ler, away from the watch wher. You grab one end of the humongous saddle, as T'ler lifts the other. To the right, he drapes the straps over a work bench. Closer to you, is a bag of firestone. Not another threadfall!?!
"Just for practice." T'ler reassures you.
Inside, T'ler sits you down, and introduces you to his "helper."
"Laya doesn't take to kindly to Hinaeth, don't know why. Laya's the name of this gal here. Anyway, Hinaeth's a little jealous of her; being that she's older. She usually has to stay inside. Do you think she could ever survive my Hinaeth?" He scratches the flit on the eye ridge. It croons back at him.
He motions for you to follow him, and you dare not dissapoint him. He leads you out back.
"This, my friend, is Hinaeth, in action." There before you, in the air, is a true born athlete. Swoops, curves, dives, he's doing everything!
"Yikes!" you exclaim.
"I can tell you like it." T'ler laughs, grinning at you.
"He's finally hunting for himself! Strange thing, though, I always get stuck with his leftovers. I usually feed some to Laya, and get rid of the rest by donating it to the hatcling's Weyr. They could use the extra. meat."
You walk back in, and three plaques catch your eye.
"Oh, those are the portals I was working on. Choose one, it will take you far." He holds each one up in turn.
Ty's Stats
Name=Tyler Romain Gotham
Gender=Male
Parents=John Gotham and Alice Neff
Siblings=1; Jessi, female
Current Status=Black Smith's Assistant; Impressed
Age=15
Looks=Black hair, brown eyes, tall, average wieght
Temperment=Devoted, loves reptiles of any kind. Can be a good leader, but prefers to give other's a chance to express their feelings first. Normaly a good decision maker. Likes to get everyone's opinion, as to make a choice that would be fair.
Other=Impressed bronze Hinaeth at Verinicia Weyr.
The Dragon's Stats
Name=Hinaeth
Gender=male
Color=Bronze
Type=Pernese; from Verinicia Weyr
Stage=Adult
Mother=Aerianath
Father=Rhindith
Siblings=9 others
Other=Wow! I can't believe I impressed a bronze! I'm SOOO lucky! He's one of those bronzes that are the size of a small queen. Big boy, bad temper.
