HENDAR
"Do you have ... something on your arms?" You ask, and he turns with a smile.
"Why yes I do," he says, "I've got Southern Fighting Blades on. Why?"
"I've.... never seen those before."
"Of course not. They're very rare, and they've been outlawed in most places. I'm afraid I still like playing with sharp things, and they were given to me by my father. I'm still attached to them."
The blades are attached to heavy leather bracers, and there are long spikes at his elbows. They look like they're quite dangerous!
"You don't think you could take those off could you?" You ask, timidly.
"I don't think I will," he says, challenging you with a gaze. "As I said, they were my fathers, and I will keep them on."
So, this was why he had the reputation he did in the weyr! He was known to be tough, but outstandingly fair. He broke up fights between bullies and their prey, and he often was used as a kind of excuse by the weyrling trainer to keep young candidates in line.
"I won't be able to wear them when I'm on a dragon, you know," he says, and you nod.
"Well, that's a relief. So, Hendar, how old are you?"
"I'm 18 turns old. I was searched just recently, out of my Hold's lands. I used to work with the burden beasts, but I also had some training in the Hold's court. You know, keeping the peace." He holds up the bladed bracer on his arm, and the light gleams dangerously off the four sharp spade-shaped blades.
"Are you going to try a craft, if you don't Impress?" You ask, wondering if he'll beat you up for that?
"Well, I've got the option to just go back to the Hold and continue to be a guard. But this is what I want," he waves out at the skies. "I want to fly!"
"What do you think of the girls in the weyr? The ones for the hatching?"
At that his face gets a broad grin. "Some of them are much nicer on the eyes than others, aren't they? Especially... What is her name? The blond?"
"Cerice..." you suggest, and he nods. "She's about my age, isn't she? I'd love to see how much of her is perfect!"
The conversation threatens to become more rude, so you decide to ask the other regular questions and get out while you still have light in the day.
NOW RIDER OF BRONZE COMETH from SEASPARKUL WEYR!
READ ABOUT HIS IMPRESSION AND SEE HIS NEW HATCHLING!
About 18 turns old
Stands over 6' tall, and is extremely well-built, strong muscles especially on his chest and arms
Has lightly-tanned skin, with several scars visible, but all obviously from fighting
His hair is pale caramel colored, and is short, to his ears but fluffy; his eyes are light blue
He wears the bracers with a sleeveless long tunic and loose pants
