Lyskan is tall, strong and built solidly. He is over 6'2" tall, and is all muscle. His skin is very dark, while his hair is silvery white-platinum, and tightly curly. His eyes are eerie yellow-orange in color, which makes him quite stunning. He usually wears his own craft's work, heavy leather coveralls and work boots, so he is more than casually aquainted with dragon riding gear.
He loves his craft, and pays attention to details. He could even become a tailor, for the fine needle work and soft leather he makes. He is sure to pass into his Journeyman status, even if he does have a dragon to ride: his work is certainly not second-rate! He also loves to use natural colors, so he is rarely found in the dye areas or with oddly shaded leather on him. That perhaps is his craft's one failing for him, he believes that leather ought to look as good on a person as it did on the animal it came from. Furs also entrance him but he is less apt with them.
Though he likes to sing and dance, his talents lay in his hands, and he is not terribly social. Mama Tani would like to see him Impress a dragon who could bring those things out in him.
Should he Impress, he believes he would be best on a Brown, as they are sturdy and stable, he doesn't want the flighty attitude (no pun intended) of a blue, nor the strong implications of having a Bronze. He will shorten his name to L'skan.
"Which boys are those?" She called back, laughing. The many boys of the Fosterling center were shooed out into the main courtyard near the cothold's entrance, and there they were met by blue Trelerth and his rider A'rd! A Searchrider for the Protectorate!
The boys looked around them nervously. Which of them would he be taking away?
Trelerth bespoke clearly to the boys, 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?" 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 his brother said, abruptly. "I'll go. I want to see this northern land."
Not one to be shown up by his little brother, Lyskan nudged his way around his brother and said loudly, "and I will too, if only to look at the eggs."
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!
They did not have to wait long, for the eggs were literally about to hatch as they entered! The bronze which came first thrilled the audience, and then the hatching began in earnest!
Lyskan felt an itch under his arm. He tried to scratch it, but it seemed to be one of those dratted things which wouldn't be reached by conventional means.
He vaguely watched as three others Impressed, and then concentrated when the Queen egg hatched! It might be very important some day, to know who rode that queen...
But his concentration lapsed again when the itch on his shoulder and side came strongly back. It was almost like a rash, but when he hazarded a look under his robe (when no one was looking -- all eyes were on the eggs after all) there was no reddening save what he'd scratched.
Because of this, Lyskan barely noticed the brown dragon which had barrelled up to him, and nearly bowled him over! The dragon couldn't have done any damage, for Lyskan's bulk matched him muscle for muscle!
I itch! Scratch me! L'skan, I am Lyrath, and I itch!! Make it stop!
"Meet Lyrath," L'skan announced happily to the boy who'd been chosen by the blue beside him. "I'm sure I know just where that itch is, Lyrath. "L'skan walked away from the sands with his new lifemate, and made ready to scratch!
"Yeah, but we're better than the bronzes, and you still stand a chance at catching a queen if she flies, Lyrath."
Oooh, a queen! Do you think she'd like me? I will fly faster next time. And that little Sapphrith will regret getting under my wing!
"We might have to fly with him for the rest of our lives, Lyrath, I'd get used to him if I were you!"