Even before he felt the ground tremble with the brassy calls of his parents, Foldelesth knew there was no bond for him upon the sands. Still, when the call did come he struggled free from his egg just as his siblings did. It took him what felt like an eternity to find a chink in his round cell and exploit it, ripping with claws too soft to do much damage. Finally he managed to crack his egg, squeeze out and tumble to the hot sands.

Rising and shaking flecks of shell and sand from his hide, he turned to his green-silver dam. My name's Foldelesth. I think Draco's Inferno is the place for me, if that's alright with you all? She nodded and he wobbled off the sands, fanning his heavy wings to dry them. At the tables he found a large blue-sunset dragon already assisting a belligerent little orange. Are...you from Draco's Inferno? he asked shyly, eyeing the orange as she ate with an indecent amount of snarling and gnawing.

Yes I am. My name is Kjedoreth and I will be your and Selvaggioth's caretaker back home. Bring over a bowl and eat before we go. He was slightly distracted in keeping the bowl under the orange's nose, because she kept moving away and gnawing on his claws instead. Okay! Foldel' said brightly and, in his eagerness to help out Kjedoreth, the little brown whirled around and leapt upon the table, taking a bowl that was far too large in his jaws and attempting to clamber down.

The headwoman had barely gotten the word "Be" out of her mouth before Foldelesth tripped, slid off the table, bouncing off the bench on the way, and landed on his rear in the sand. A few moments later the bowl of meat landed, upturned on his head. As wherry blood and meat bits slithered wetly down his muzzle and Selvaggioth cackled and rolled over in mirth, Foldelesth only said,

Oops...

Foldelesth's ungainliness improved slightly as he grew, though in his weyrling year it appeared to worsen. In weyrling classes he constantly got tangled in his and others flying straps (much to the surprise of said others and their riders). Once, he even tried to assist in the chopping of meat for his fellow weyrlings and nearly sustained a bad injury to himself when, while attepmting to grasp the large knife, he somehow sent it flying across the room where it lodged in the wooden mantle. All he ever had to say was, Oops...

The blue-sunset Kjedoreth constantly had to get him out of trouble in one way or another. Whether talking down enraged cooks and herdsmen, or outright fleeing from chasing holders screaming at the brown for setting their beasts loose or destroying a retaining wall in the process of being built. His fellow sponsored, Selvaggioth had a fine time setting him up with pranks and so forth, the orange was often seen cackling just around the corner from yet another catastrophy with Foldel' had occured.

Taking a deep breath and exhaling it happily, Foldelesth spread his wide wings and trumpeted. Free! I am free at last! The brown spun around with his wings still outstretched and nearly decapitated the taller people nearest him. Only their shouts of fear and sudden dives for the ground alerted him to what he was doing. Oops, sorry! Foldel' cried what was now a familiar sounding cry to those around him. Once again, the people were all sent scurrying as it appeared he was soon to take off.

Watching the brown take off was much like watching an albatross. Something so big attempting to gain any altitude at all was faintly amusing. He flapped his wings once, twice, three times before he lifted off and zoomed for the heavens. In the air he was unbelievably more agile and coordinated than on foot. Possibly, it had to do with the fact that his feet no longer were used to propel him. As he skimmed the treetops of the pine forests circling the frozen weyr, Foldelesth heard a familiar voice call to him. 'Ey, lookit little growed-up Folly! Were are you off to in such a hurry, little Folly? It was Selvaggioth, stalking from the forests with her eyes flashing red and blue.

I wish you wouldn't call me 'Folly' Sel'. The brown grumbled as he landed next to the orange dragoness. She snorted and warbled to him, taunting him. What else would I call you, Folly? I'm sure I can make something else up...something like... Sel' opened her mouth and took a deep breath as if she were about to speak something verbally, but Foldel' cut her off before she could. I'm going to Ryslen, since you seem to care so much! He bugled exasperatedly to the orange.

Selvaggioth chuckled and shook her head. Aww, is ickle Folly gonna twy and bond a pwetty dwagon? She taunted further, waggling her head and batting her eyes. Foldelesth puffed up slightly and replied, No, I am not going to bond this time. There is a beautiful female at Ryslen who I wish to chase. Her name is Narwyn, lovely, shimmering Narwyn! The orange dragoness nearly rolled over onto her back in laughter, kicking the air with her hind legs. You!? Chase!? Hah! If you so much as get off the ground without fouling up in your own wings I'll be surprised!

The brown puffed up even more, flaring his wings and taking a couple good-sized limbs off of a nearby tree in their sweep. I will to get off the ground! I will chase the beautiful Narwyn! You'll see, I'll chase her and I'll try my best to catch her! and with that, he took off, (a little more gracefully than before, but Selvaggioth still had to flatten herself out onto the ground) and rose swiftly into the sky. He winked between in an instant, leaving the orange Selvaggioth glaring after him on the ground.