Name: Dillon (D'lon)

Gender/Age: male, 13

Rank/Craft: Apprentice Smithcrafter (tinkering), Candidate

Relatives/Family: none present and accounted for

Location: Alabaster Hold

Dragon if any: impressed BRONZE DALINOTH AT JERDAN WEYR

Physical Description: currently 4'5" and 90, will grow up to be 5'7" and 140 or so, fair to pale skin, light brown hair that is badly cut and usually tweaked in a cowlick at the back of his head. Light brown eyes. Diamond shaped face, and small build, he will not be a very muscular adult, but he will be strong enough. He has a kind of whiny, high pitched voice, which won't get very low as an adult. He doesn't care about fashion, nor about what colors he's supposed to wear with what, and often needs to be dunked in a barrell to get clean.

Emotional/Mental Description: Snippy, usually on edge due to one thing or another. He is very smart, but still very young and somewhat naive. He likes girls -- certain ones, that is, and is usually bad about talking to them. He takes advice only after he learns to trust who is giving it, and can easily be bullied if he's in the wrong about something. Usually thinks he's right, mostly because often he really is.

Skills: He is a good tinker, loves to work with metals and devices. He has already made one trip to the Aivas site, and will love to have the ability to go there whenever he needs to if he Impresses. He also has a good mind for studying and philosophy, so the history which will be found at that site interests him as well. He likes exploring, and has a good sense of both direction and location, he will be able to target betweening very easily and securely.

History: Born to the Hold and educated with older children because of his intellect. He was still much smaller than most other kids at the time, so he learned to bully his way through things with his mind, rather than his body. He can outsmart many people, including those much his elder, but has learned that this will also give him enemies, much older ones... He was Searched for the most recent hatching, and is pleased about that.

Notes and Special Information: he is intrigued by the genetic engineering that went on, in the Ancient times, and might be able to figure out how to do it himself, given long studies and conversations with the right people.

Pets/Hobbies/Posessions: he found Blitz for Margot, and visits the creature often, but has no pets of his own. One of his hobbies is to drive his elders crazy. Nearly everything he has he built or made himself.

When Dillon got back from the fishing hole, there was someone waiting to see him. A tallish dragon rider. Dillon's jaw dropped a bit, but he recovered quickly as always. "Greetings," he said, trying to make his voice deeper than it was. The dragon rider smiled, and approached. "Your Lord holder tells me you're quite adept at creating things," he said, looking at some of those things which hung from the ceiling and walls of Dillon's small room. "I do, sir," Dillon said, proudly. "This one can fly, well, it should fly, but it usually falls." He fingered an ornithopterish object, and put it sadly back onto its stand. "You might learn more about flight on the back of a dragon," the rider suggested, and Dillon stood still for a moment. "Are you telling me I--" The dragon rider laughed, and then placed his strong, calloused hand onto the boy's shoulder. "I'm from Jerdan weyr. We've a clutch on the sands, two in fact, but the younger one will be for you to stand before. Does that suit you, young smithy?" Dillon nearly leapt into the air, but he reserved himself. "It does," he said, simply, and bowed. "Should I get my things now?" "Your Lord Holder has told me to be very careful in bringing your things, if you want to have them. But..." He looked about the room, "you will not have much time for such things after you Impress." Dillon's heart fluttered. At first he was overjoyed. Then, realizing that his job as a smithy would certainly be interrupted, if not entirely curtailed, by becoming a Rider. But then... A rider! What better to do with his life?! "I will stay here for a little while, if that's all right, sir?" "You may stay but not for more than a few sevendays. The eggs have only just been laid, but they will begin to harden. If you are not there, they will hatch without you." "I will be there soon, then."

The hatching came at dinner! Oh, to have had a good meal in his stomach when the humming started... But that was not to be! The candidates rushed into the sands, which were still hot from the day's basking. A brown and a large bronze came out from their eggs, and began wandering toward the boys. Dillon gazed at the smaller brown, but then felt a strong, slightly sarcastic voice in his head. Do you want me to be brown, D'lon? I am Dalinoth. Dillon, apparently now D'lon, suddenly realized that the bronze who had just hatched was bespeaking him! His mind had wandered a bit, been thinking on how these great creatures came to be and how they might be made more than they even were now, and he had no idea how wonderful it was to have... a BRONZE! as his lifemate! "No, of course not! You are a wonderful dragon. Are you hungry?" he could feel the dragon's hunger pangs, echoing his own from the lack of dinner! They went to the feed area, and both ate to their heart's content, under the watchful eyes of the meat-handlers. Always saying "don't feed such big strips!" or "he'll gorge himself, slow down!" Either way, they ate at last! Read their WEYRLING adventures!

Read about their mating flight! (New 8/20/01)