Sokas sat in the dust, whittling diligently at a stick. PERSONA: S'kas GENDER: Male AGE:  18 ORIGIN:  Danach OCCUPATION/RANK: "Brown" Copper rider @ Utopian  HAIR: Sandy brown EYES:  Brown PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: His skin, like everything else about him, is a dusty brown, so that it seems as if he sprouted from the earth.  Indeed, it is a possibility, since he has no memory of his parents or where he came from.  He is handsome, in a hard-work way, and his hands are rough, but gentle and nimble. PETS: 3 dragonchen  SKILLS: He can whittle/carve rather well, and can play the flute. PERSONALITY: He is kind and friendly, peaceful and quiet. It hadn't looked like much at first; he was trying to get it to look like a paard. Eventually, he gave up on that idea, and let the knife take his fingers where they would. Which was, unfortunately, his hand. "Shards!" Sokas yelled, throwing the knife away as a thick line of blood welled up on his hand. "Shards," he repeated softly, sucking at the blood. In awhile the bleeding stopped, and he wound a strip of his shirt he tore off around the offending cut and tied it. He retrieved his knife, and started whittling, carefully keeping his injured hand out of the way. He started to see that the shape the stick was taking was a dragon...he worked harder, until the small stick was a flute, with the head of a dragon ready to flame Tabriz at the end. He cut three holes into the middle, and tested it, playing a simple tune he had learned from his older sister, Sallah. The pretty tune drew a small crowd, and soon people were tossing coins in his hat he placed on the ground, and dancing. They gave him money to play favorite songs, and one girl stood and accompanied him with her voice, while her brother backed them up on his guitar. All from a random whittle? Sokas thought, smiling. Sokas gathered his things, and placed the money he had made carefully in his kerchief, and into his pouch. He set his cap at a jaunty angle on his head, and, whistling the tune he had played on his dragon flute, he walked toward the beaches, his mind set on finding a clutch of dragonchen eggs. Digging about, he came upon a few round objects. Dragonchen eggs! The mottled eggs were very hard, and from inside he heard faint tappings. He gathered them, and placed them out on the sand in front of him. Suddenly, he heard an angry cry. A flash of gold darted at him, and he rolled away. Several times it came at him, and several times instinct alone saved him. Eventually, he got away, hiding in the bushes behind a large rock. The golden mother landed by her clutch, and called out. Instantly, many dragonchen, with food and seaweeds, lined up around the eggs and put the food around them. As the eggs started to hatch, the dragonchen crooned a loving welcoming song. Sokas watched, enraptured, as the dragonchen hatchlings emerged. The adults fed them, and the babies, as soon as their wings dried, flew away. However, three of the hatchlings wandered, unseen, toward him. He fished in his pockets for the sandwiches he hadn't finished, and fed the dragonchen 'til they were full. When they slept, he realized that he had Imprinted them! With that thought, he named the blue, the brown, and the green--Spriz, Aro, and Lea. He tucked them into his pouch, smiling, and walked back toward the town. Sokas and his little friends drew a crowd during the day. While Sokas played his flute, the girl who sang and her brother returned, and the trio of dragonchen danced through the air in magnificent acrobatic delights. At the end of the day, Sokas and his trio continued wearily, but happily, toward Utopian Keep and their room that they had been given for a few days. On the way, they were stopped by a Rider from Cathair Andromeda. "Hello there. Nice dragonchen you have. Quite a foursome you make. I heard your music. Very entertaining. Well done." "Thank you," Sokas said courteously. "My dragon liked it as well. In fact, you have been Found!" "Me?" "Well, no, not really, I was just having a little fun." As Sokas's smile faded, the rider jokingly punched him, lightly on the shoulder. "Aw, c'mon-I don't kid about things like that! Climb aboard, m'lad!"
				Whistling a merry tune, S'kas finished up some of his carvings. Most of them were of Tallarth, the little brown dragonet that he had Imprinted. Setting down a miniature figure of Tallarth, S'kas walked into the room where Tallarth was dozing. "Hey there, Tal." Tallarth opened hazy rainbow-hued eyes and glared at S'kas. I'm trying to sleep! "I know. But just look at this carving. Then you can sleep." Very well, Tallarth yawned and stretched, then waited as S'kas walked into his whittling room, and came back, dragging a a life-sized carving of Tallarth. Tallarth sprang to his feet, eyes whirling an excited red-orange, and smiled inwardly at S'kas. It's perfect! Wonderful.. "You like it? Good. I made it especially for you." Tallarth rumbled happily in his throat, and nuzzled S'kas. Thank you "Anything for you, Tallarth!"
				S'kas was incredibly proud of his brown Tallarth.  Not only had the dragon decided at a very early age that he was ready to Chase, but he had also taken the initiative to sign them both up for the Chase--at Starburst.  They were to chase green Kalimith, and her rider Quiralla.  S'kas loved that name. It rolled off his tongue beautifully.  It befit the lovely woman, too.  She was simply perfect, for the first Chase.  S'kas, unlike other men he knew, was not at all nervous about his first Chase.  Or what would ensue if--no, when--his dragon caught the pretty Kalimith. SUCCESS!!!  See chase below: Flight #3 - Green Kalimith Early morning arrived, light dawn's mist enveloping the Bowl in a gloomy grey. The sun wasn't up yet, and Quiralla was fast asleep under a warm blanket in her weyr. Suddenly, a mental urge clawing at her brain jolted her awake. Quiralla, wake, my rider. The males are blooding. It is time! "Kalimith! By Faranth, what are you -" she began hastily, but the green soared down the the Grounds and began to taunt the males. "I'm coming, Kalimith! BLOOD!" Quiralla screamed into the Bowl as Kalimith zoomed around, pouncing on a wherry and sinking her teeth into the tender flesh. "NO!" Quiralla was shrieking so her throat hurt by now. "BLOOD ONLY!" Kalimith snorted but obeyed as she drained the blood from the lifeless body. The green's eyes turned from misty blue to icy, angered red as she finally rose into the sky, having blooded her sixth kill. Are you really that stupid? Kalimith taunted, backwinging farther into the clouds. You are so wimpy! I could walk and you wouldn't be able to catch me! Never! Quiralla chorused another line with Kalimith. "Never..." Xenith caught up first and licked his bloody muzzle clean with his tongue. Kalimith wasn't even excited. Oh, how lovely it is to soar. The blue snapped and closed in on his prize. Kalimith, seeing the danger, glanced over at him, and shifted her direction as he dove at the green. The two browns were catching up now, and Kalimith saw her danger yet watched without a care at the fighting males. Her wings were grabbed, and she scowled at the blue. You again! she hissed, shaking the blue off of her back and bugling. Xenith was dumbfounded, but for the time that he watched in a trance, he lost her in the clouds. Defeated, he snapped back and dropped out, unnoticed by Kalimith who was busy with the other suitors. Predesoth, his reddish brown hide gleaming in the dewdrops clinging to it, flew in for the catch. The green barely noticed him. Kalimith would be his now! Or not. For when he dove at the green she moved over and sent Predesoth colliding into Tallarth, the loner of the group. Predesoth still flicked about in bursts of speed through the air, watching the green who he would put his best effort into catching. Kalimith crowed, seeing the males so far behind. Tallarth appeared to go between in defeat, and Kalimith crowed. Two down, one to go! she crowed. "Look out, Kalimith!" shouted Quiralla. Too late; for Predesoth had caught up and was beginning to twine his neck with Kalimith's when she bellowed at him. Predesoth, you sharding wherry, you have not won yet! Nobody will! For I will always have vengeance! With that, Kalimith bugled and slashed at Predesoth. The brown was extremely wounded, emotionally as well as physically. He dropped out, and Kalimith bugled a victory. She didn't have time to glance up at the surprise waiting for her. Tallarth, up to his tricks, had been very quiet throughout the flight. And Kalimith's hide no longer glowed like it had, her wings beat slower as she dodged. Finally, she made up her mind as the brown chased her around the sky that morning. Tallarth, you win. I surrender. Sighing, Kalimith locked her talons with Tallarth's; entwining klah-brown with shimmering emerald as their necks and tails twined. "No!" Quiralla screamed on the ground, but Kalimith was relenting to Tallarth. So Quiralla, on the ground, let herself fall into S'kas' warm embrace. "Don't be worried, Quiralla. I am your true one," said S'kas. "Tallarth flew her well," said Quiralla, planting a light kiss on the young man's cheek. Kalimith and Tallarth were still spinning, twisting and diving together in the sky. Oh, why did I ever let you catch me! Look at Quiralla! She is disappointed! Hush, my precious emerald. You are her greatest treasure still, as you are mine. Don't call me your 'precious emerald.' Let us go back to our riders now. And they did. Quiralla awoke, pushing the layer of blanket away from the rather uncomfortable mattress that she'd set up on the Sands. Kalimith sat there, her eyes open and contently half-closed. Tallarth sat on the ledge closest to her, crooning softly to his mate. S'kas woke from his slumber on the mattress beside Quiralla's, greeting her warmly. Only then did Quiralla notice a glint of an egg underneath one of Kalimith's wings, spread over part of the sand. "Is she - " Quiralla began, but Tallarth intruded on her thoughts. She is done. Six wonderful eggs, and the dragons inside are all well developed. Tallarth speaks the truth, came a soft voice in Quiralla's mind that could only be Kalimith's. I have laid six, and I do not lie. See them here. Count them if you must, but there are six and no more. Upon saying this, Kalimith gently folded her wing in to reveal the eggs. Quiralla counted them and found no more and no less than six. S'kas asked Tallarth, "Is there a potential for rares? Did she tell you?" The brown thought on this for a while. Being born to green-white Sevith at Andromeda Weyr, this clutch could have something special. Perhaps. Kalimith thought that one egg was a rare but she's not sure. I could be responsible for a surprise, but no one can tell until the Hatching day. Quiralla smiled at Dimaneth. "Anything special in this clutch?" I can't tell. Nobody can until my eggs hatch. Tell the Searchriders to get three female and three male candidates, and have them bring anything they might need. My children will need some oil when they hatch and maybe a companion, like a firelizard. I don't think they'll need to bring their own candidate robes. We have some. And have the Searchriders tell anyone who is worthy to stand that they won't have a good chance of Impressing a rare. All right? "Of course, Kalimith. Right away." Quiralla got up and went to find D'mad and the team to tell them the news of the clutching.
			S'kas and Tallarth were very excited about the upcoming chase of cream Myzineuth and her rider Salvari, so much that Tallarth had prompted S'kas to carve a small piece of the two females together. It had turned out beautifully, and S'kas was about to present it to Salvari that afternoon..They would Chase her at Talis, in about a week.