D'ran's Weyr
	D'ran's Stats Name D'ran (formerly Deiran) Rank Weyrling Age 19 Sex Male Height 5'9" Weight 167 Hair Blond and unruly Skin Normal, slightly tanned Eyes Blue Mate --- Dragon Name Ghanelith Parents Nerek and Diala Siblings Lian Children --- Place Of Birth BlueCrest Hold Physical Description He has a slightly long nose, a thin face, and blue eyes that can be both dangerous and warm at the same time. Personality Likes to appear tough, but deep down he is a very emotional man. A total ladie's man, he will flirt with any cute girl he sees.			Ghanelith's Stats Name Ghanelith Rank/Color Brown, No rank (yet) Age Adult Sex Male Mate --- Parents White Galleth and Brown Prasoth Siblings Gold Quisanth, Female White Cramolith, Male White Horeteth, Bronze Keneth, Bronze Canarth, Brown Petoriath, Brown Faeth, Brown Ranth, Brown Nelloth, Brown Tusath, Brown Eatanth, Blue Khanorth, Blue Gramolith, Blue Falth, Green Mennioth, Green Oppeth, Green Fatunith, Green Jhacath, Green Hanilith Children --- Place of Birth Sapphire Weyr
You enter a weyr. The first thing you notice about this weyr is that it is the messiest one you have been in yet. The skin covering the door to the sleeping room is torn askew, and the furs covering the bed inside are scattered about the room. In the weyr area, chairs, a chest, and several other pieces of furniture are sitting in unusual places arond the room, and a few of them are broken. Dirty food trays are in a lopsided pile in the corner, and there is a large wine stain on the stone floor. You look about for the owner of this weyr, but he is nowhere in sight. You are about to leave when you hear a voice in your head. We will be there soon, The voice says, so you sit down to wait. In a minute or two, a young dragon lands on the ledge. The brown crouches, letting his rider slide off his back. The rider comes forward to greet you, waving.
		"Hello, there! Ghanelith told me that someone was at our weyr! I hope you weren't waiting for us too long, we tried to get back as fast as we could." You tell him that it is alright. He smiles. "Come inside! It's hot enough to cook a dragon egg out here!" As he says this, he takes you gently by the arm and leads you back inside the weyr. "Err... sorry about the mess..." He says once you are inside, looking about the cluttered weyr, "Had I known I was expecting a guest, I would have fixed this place up a bit..." You tell him that it's okay again, stepping carefully to avoid the misplaced objects on the floor. He grabs two chairs off the floor and clears an area with his foot, shoving the various pieces of garbage aside. Once he is done, there is a clear ring
amidst the clutter on the floor. He sets the two chairs down within this clean area and gestures you to sit. "My name's D'ran," He begins, "And this big fellow is Ghanelith." You introduce yourself. D'ran smiles and continues on. "Sorry we weren't there when you came, but Ghanelith and I were out at Sapphire Weyr. We went there to apply for a position in the Sapphire Weyr Fighting Wings." You ask about the fighting wings there. "Well, I really hope to become Wingleader, and I know Ghanelith could easily do it. Why, I'll bet he could easily outfly Silitonith and take his position! Of course, that would also make me Weyrleader, and why not? Jewel is very attractive... I will. I would do anything to please you. D'ran gazes at his dragon lovingly. "I know you would. I would do the
same for you," He says to Ghanelith in a soft voice. The dragon eyes whirl a happy shade of blue. After a moment, the dragon's eyes turn an irritated orange and he raises his powerful hind leg and tries to scratch his neck. Why is it so itchy? "Your skin is cracking. Must be from all that sun you got while we were out at Weyrling practice. I'm starting to burn, too!" You look at D'ran's shoulder and face. They have turned bright red and the skin is beginning to peel. You agree that he did indeed get a rather nasty case of sunburn. He smiles at you. "It's alright. All I need to do is put some aloe on it. Ghanelith, however, needs some oils!" As he says this, he strides into the sleeping room. When he comes out, in one hand he holds the jar of oil and in the other the aloe gel. He twists open the jar of oil and peers inside. "Shards! I'm out of oil!" D'ran turns to you, "Eh... sorry to make you leave and all, but I need to go fetch some more oil from the Lower Caverns." You tell him that it's alright and walk out of the weyr.
Read D'ran's Search Story Read Ghanelith's Hatching Story Ghanelith was Impressed at Sapphire Weyr Return to the Resident Dragonriders Page Main Talis Weyr Page
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