Standing 6' tall, and with heavily built body and legs, he is clearly built for his job. Kilyl's skin is as dark as his brother's, and his hair is strongly blond. Under those blond curls, lay yellow eyes just as strange to look at as his older brother's, though perhaps with a little more cheer in them. He likes wearing the colors of frost and the ground, blending in with his surroundings while also looking good.
He is more concerned with such things as looking good, than his brother. With the skill he displays at hunting, he is left with a lot of free time on his hands. Time which he knows will not be wasted by making friends and getting closer ties to other people. He also knows that this free time will vanish once he's a dragon rider!
Kilyl is that confident in himself and his abilities that he feels secure knowing that he will ride some day. His deep concern for those he knows cannot protect themselves against Thread provide him with quite the desire to fly against it on a dragon.
Kilyl is intense, but is not remarkably complex. Once he finds something good, he likes to hang on to it, make it his own. However he is not overly greedy about these things -- especially since he knows that becoming a dragon rider will move him away from most of them.
If Kilyl impresses, he hopes to be on a brown or bronze dragon. While he knows that greens and blues are the foundation of the wings, the sheer strength in his own body should be mirrored in his life mate. He will shorten his name to K'ly, leaving off the L at the end just because...
"Which boys are those?" His foster mother Raanatani called back, laughing.
He joined up with a number of the males of the Cothold, and outside they were met by blue Trelerth and his rider A'rd, A Searchrider for the Protectorate!
He saw how many of the younger kids were nervously looking at the blue dragon. Which of them would he be taking away? He wanted to be the one!
The mind of Trelerth came into Kilyl's head, saying, Xaviea Weyr is having its first clutch. There are always many girls wanting to be on the sands, but they need male candidates. Who among you is brave enough to head to the far north?
"Is it very cold?" His brother Lyskan asked, moving past a couple other of the boys. "I hear it's terribly cold up there. How could eggs hatch in that sort of chill?"
"They'll hatch," Kilyl said, abruptly. There was no way he'd be left out now that there was a chance! "I'll go. I want to see this northern land."
Proudly, Lyskan nudged his way around his brother and said loudly, "and I will too, if only to look at the eggs."
They exchanged a glance that said more about their competitive urges than any shouting match could!
A'rd nodded, his white hair glimmering in the sun of the south. "Good. That's what I wanted to hear. Xaviea is new, but it still has standards to uphold! Come now, get your things packed."
They both ran off to their shared cabin, and then came back with large sacks of their clothing. Gear intended for hunting would serve both of them well, in the northern climes.
They mounted up onto Trelerth and flew off to the chill!
Lyskan and Kilyl stood among the boys, hoping that they would impress well. Or at all. The first egg to break was a bronze dragonet, and everyone cheered. That was always a good sign. The strong bronze went to a boy who stepped up to him, for the dragon had rushed himself out only to discover that he had no idea who he wanted.
A blue and two greens came into the world, chose their partners, and were escorted away to the food and oils. The Queen egg, the first of its kind for Xaviea, hatched and a girl looked proudly at her new lifemate. Lyskan impressed before his brother... A brown took him off the sands.
Kilyl stood rather numbly. He would have loved to be riding a brown... But jealousy had no place in a weyr, he'd heard stories of what jealousy between riders -- or brothers -- could lead to. He took those stories to heart. It was while he was mulling over this that several other eggs broke open and impressed their contents to the boys and girls around him. At last, when there were only Kilyl and two girls left, the last eggs on the sands broke.
While the green chose right off, the blue and brown were taking their time. A girl named Setia moved closer to the pair of dragons, and seemed to spook the blue.
I think she is too strong willed for me. I want someone who will comfort me. I am hot! And my skin itches, K'ly. Do you know that it was very cramped in there? If you don't realize it yet, I love you, my rider! I am Sapphrith. Why do you think that name is funny, K'ly?
While Setia went for the brown who was creeling in distress, K'ly said, "I love you too, Sapphrith. Come along, there is food to be had, and oils to keep your hide from itching so."
