| Merelan |
| Stats Name-Merelan Age-15 Rank- apprentice Harper Family- Father- Master Herder Borishman Mother- Nyamera Siblings- Gorsh (19) Byamere (17) Merelan (15) Nyasa (13) Morima (10) Appearence- Merelan is "boyishly" handsome. He had a cute face, round and innocent, and a strongly built body. His eyes are a startling shade of blue, and he had long, dark hair. Personality- Merelan is a patient, calm type. He isn't overly intelligant, but he's reliable and empathetic. Merelan is a popular lad at the Harper Hall, and he's very social. Pets-none Dragon-n/a (candidate at Moon Shadow Weyr) |
| Search-Hatchling-Weyrling-Rider (scroll down) -Moon Shadow Weyr- |
| "Sour notes people, are like bad genetics. Merelan, I'm sure you appreciate that." Merelan nodded his head lazily and listened as Master Pesh continued. "When you are playing, and one foul notes hits the air, it is immediatly noticed by everyone. You think it's not a big deal of course, what's one wrong key in the course of a lifetime? Well, everything of course, let me tell you why. Once you hit that wrong key, you are more apt to do it again. Hitting a wrong note means you've trained your fingers, or your voice, incorrecctly. It means because of that improper training, that you will be more likely to do it again, for the same reason. If you are a well trained musician, there is no reason to ever make a real mistake while working. And if you are not well trained, you should not be working. Does everyone understand?" The small class of apprentices nodded sleepily. They had been sitting here for hours, listening to the Master drone on and one without ever really getting to a point. They didn't want to listen to this, they wanted to learn something useful! Even Merelan, who prided himself on his patience, was growing tempremental. Would they ever get to leave? Some of them did have other classes to attend, and chores to get around to. Pesh was the only Master that seemed to think the entire Hall (who knew, maybe the entire world) revolved around him and what he thought was best. Nearly every one of the apprentices had gotten into some sort of unjust trouble because of Pesh's self-loving attitude. If he could just skip all this junk, and tell us the important stuff....Merelan thought, and watched with feigned interest as Pesh finally took up an instrument. Ah, too bad, it was a broken instrument. Undoubtidly he was just going to exentuate his point on "sour notes". Merelan could have screamed, except that he'd be in trouble with the Master. Prediction held true, and within moments Pesh was sounding off one sour note after the other. Half the students had to cover their ears to protect themselves from the high-pitched torture, and the other half was trying not to laugh seeing a Master looking so ridiculous. Ah, finally, Pesh lowered his pipe and was glaring eagerly at his students. "Now, do we see what I mean? How horrid would it be if all music was played like that?" Pesh looked directly Merelan, who fidgeted under the gaze. Pesh didn't like him very much, 'useless to train beasters', Pesh had said once. 'Once a beastcrafter, always a beastcrafter.' And Merelan had remained on Pesh's bad side ever since. It didn't bother him that much though, it was either stick it out here where the music was, or go home. Going home was an intolerable thought, and Merelan would gladly have an entire curriculum or Pesh's then mention to his parents that he was thinking about coming home. Merelan's parents had tried to mold him to their own image; plain folks who wanted nothing more than their herdbeasts and a roof over their heads. Merelan had never fit that mold, and he never would. He wanted to travel, to see interesting things, and to get away from his stifling parents. They had been furious when he told them he wanted to go to the Harper Hall, and they had threatened to disown him. If it hadn't been for the traveling Journeyman Gerti, also a Harper, who convinced Merelan's parents that having a Harper in the family was considered a great honour, Merelan may never have escaped from his "home". ".....Merelan!" Merelan jerked up with a start. How long had he been daydreaming like that? No matter, at least it wasn't Pesh talking to him. Merelan's friend, Haward, was shaking his shoulder urgently. Merelan slapped his hand away and directed his attention back towards the Master-who was still going on about making sour notes on pipes. But Haward didn't care that Merelan was paying attention to Pesh now, Haward shook at Merelan again and pointed out the window. Behind the ominous figure of Pesh, a great pair of blue wings could be seen gliding down into the courtyard. "Dragon!" Merelan shouted, eager to let everyone else know there was one here. What did it matter if Pesh gave him extra cleaning duties as punishment for the outburst? It was a given any Master had to release his students from class when a dragon came. For any dragon, whether or not they were officialy on Search, had Searching abilities, and Harpers didn't want to tie up future dragonriders out of view. "Wow." Pesh remarked sarcastically, and frowned. He waved his students to go, it wasn't his choice whether or not they could stay, and eighteen cramped and stimuli-starved apprentices rushed to the main courtyard. Every single one of them had the hopes of getting Search. Merelan didn't especially care for the dragon...but to get out of class... But as Merelan stepped onto the hot stone of the courtyard, the beautiful blue beast turned his massive head in Merelan's direction and trumpeted loudly. Young people, scattered all over the place, stepped backwards and exclaimed things loudly. Masters looked vainly about for the rider, trying to decide where the man had gone to, and only Merelan stared unblinking into the dragon's rainbow eyes. "Hello lad." A soft, pleasing voice said quietly from behind him. Merelan whipped about, startled. He felt as if someone had invaded on his private moment with the beautiful blue creature, and was getting defensive. Calm down fool. Merelan told himself, noting the other person was a dragonrider. The man wore the knots, and he seemed more comfortable in the courtyard, with the dragon, than anyone else did. "Heyla." Merelan said softly, excentuating his outland accent and forcing his blue eyes to stare directly into the rider's. For a tense moment Merelan didn't know what to do, and then the rider smiled, extending his hand. "I'm M'ranu, rider of blue Nenverth." Merelan nodded and took the hand, shaking it firmly. "Merelan." The blue trumpeted again, and Merelan faced the blue hesitantly. He felt something there, with this blue, and he didn't want the rider to disturb that. Of course not. A voice, from nowhere, said into Merelan's mind. Merelan knew it was the dragon, and sent his heart racing with the knowledge of what that meant. Dragons only talked to those they liked, those that they would.. "Say," M'ranu said, tapping Merelan's shoulder gently. "I know this is going to seem odd, but Nenverth says that he'd...." "Search me." Merelan said quietly, silently thanking the blue. How wonderful it would be for a dragon all his own! Speaking of traveling and living an exciting life.... M'ranu nodded knowingly, and Merelan turned to the rider then, his face a readable mask of joy and surprised happiness. |
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| "Hey now, stop that!" M'lan laughed at his Torunth ducked his head under the water, tried to blow bubbles up, but ended up getting water up his nostrils and roaring a protest instead. Torunth began to creel now, causing several other dragonets to stare at him, and their new riders to look worridely towards M'lan. Arrrwwwhh. Torunth yelled at M'lan, and M'lan just shook his head, wiping a tear from his eye. It was bathing time for Laureth's clutch out by the lake, and Torunth was insistant on being the biggest baby about any "ordeal" he had to suffer to get through his daily routine. That's not funny! Torunth warned, and slogged out of the shallow water to dry next to his rider. M'lan let the soaking dragon flop down next to him, causing M'lan's tunic to get just as wet. You're such a wherry. M'lan told his dragon silently, and Torunth just gave a mental "shrug". Whatever. The blue snorted, and rolled over on his back, soaking up the sun. M'lan watched his dragon for a moment, and then leaned forward to get a better glimpse of who was out here today. There was Hatsue, a girl M'lan fastly felt himself starting to like, and the twins, Nyra and Nyru, who had Impressed twin greens. He thought they were too much alike, and too close to each other presently, for him to be thinking about. Then there was that, um, Deep. Torunth supplied seeply, and M'lan shrugged, taking the most convenient word. That deep girl Moree, who had Impressed the queen. And the very strange, cold girl Naysi, who had Impressed the magnificent looking rainbow. Never before had there been a rainbow, at least not to M'lan's knowledge, and that should say something about Naysi. But M'lan didn't even think about approaching her, not even to introduce himself as another candidate. Naysi seemed too....too... Deep. Torunth said again, and M'lan swore he could hear the blue chuckling. I was going to say....something else! M'lan snapped at his dragon, and quickly shoved thoughts of those girls from his mind. He couldn't like a high ranking rider like that anymore, the Weyrleader had said that blue riders were the only ones who had to set their sights so realistically when thinking of mates. For blues could only fly greens, until one of those female blues from DawnSisters matured, in which case she'd most likely be flown by a male green. M'lan shook his head. It was all too complicated. I'd say stop thinking about girls! Torunth said, and rolled back over on his stomach, staring up at M'lan with adoring eyes. That's a long way off in the future for us, and you're still very young. Torunth heaved a sigh, and got to his feet, indicating he wanted to go somewhere else. I'm hungry M'lan, will you feed me now? "Of course." The boy told his dragon, and as he walked off towards the Weyrling barracks, hoped that girls weren't that far off in his future as Torunth predicted. |
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| I still don't see how you think that flying hurts me. Torunth whined, and M'lan just shrugged. "The Weyrlingmaster says I'm not to overfly you-it could ruin the muscles in your wings." What muscles? Torunth asked. I don't feel them. And he flapped his wings to emphasize his point, but M'lan smiled. "Sorry Tor, we're not going far today. Twice around the Weyrbowl and it's back to sacking firestone for us." M'lan hummed a tune as he fixed the weyrling harness about Torunth's shoulders and mounted up. It still felt weird to be riding Torunth, seeing as how he'd carried the the dragon in their earlier days. You can't carry me now! Torunth said proudly, and M'lan patted his neck and heartily agreed. |
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| You can't like Nanolly! The adult blue Torunth cried and M'lan, now nineteen, demanded to know why. He was getting tired of Torunth interfereing in all aspects of his love life. He'd given up blackriders, female greenrider, and even a goldrider at Torunth's insistance, and now he found himself falling for a bluerider, who rode a female blue and Torunth was still upset! Because, Torunth said urgently, her blue is not grown yet, and I want to chase now. This was news to M'lan, but he handled it in stride. "You should have said something before. I think I can get this Nanolly to like me, and when that blue of hers flies, you can catch her. Two blues parents, wouldn't make an interesting clutch?" No. Torunth said firmly. No. You are allowed to mate whenever you like, but I must wait for a female to rise. And now one has, a beautiful one at that! I like her very much, and I'm going to chase her; whether you like or not M'lan. Torunth finished with a snort, but M'lan just laughed. "And if I don't go? You can't leave without me, even to chase, and you know it. I think you should wait for Nanolly's little hatchling..." And if Nanolly doesn't like you? Then what, what am I to do? I really like Cryspith, and I don't want to loose her. "And if this Cryspith doesn't like you? What will you do then?" M'lan mimicked his dragon's tone, expecting to be listened too, but Torunth growled lightly. That is Cryspith's decision, but I think she'll like me well enough. If she doesn't, then at least I tried, and I'll come back and help you woe this Nanolly, even though I don't think I'll like Caeth. "Who's Cryspith's rider then?" M'lan said, loosing patience. Caller. "Caller?" M'lan shook his head. "Fine then, we'll go chase this Cryspith of yours, and I'll see what kind of woman this Caller is." Torunth grumbled at his rider's statement, but then crooned with delight at the prospect of chasing Cryspith. |
| Chasing @ Abri Weyr |