Gender: Female
Age: 19
Family: Brother, Iason
Weyrmate: A'ros, on Andalusite-Celestial Krinoth
Hair: Dark red, to midback
Eyes: Green
Pets: Gray tabby feline, Nieto (Male)
From: Darkling Dawn
Dragon: Green-blue Careth
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Family: Sister, Myriam
Hair: Red, to ears
Eyes: Brown
Dragon: Male Green Alemet
He moved to leave, and she cried out in protest. Ignoring her, he ran out of the cave, where the threads hung silently in the air. He stood there, unaware of the danger.
She cried out to him. "Don't leave me alone!" And he turned. But he wasn't who she had thought he was. He was older, and a long, jagged scar ripped across his face, over his milky, blind right eye.
Myriam gasped, and woke up. She lay in her bed, in a darkened weyr at Darkling Dawn. She shuddered, remembering the dream she'd had. That was four months ago. She was safe. They were alive, all of them. Her, her brother Iason, and Aker-A'ros, she reminded herself.
She and her brother, and Akeros, had survived the Threadfall, and Akeros, by then A'ros, had brought them two turns into the future with his dragon, Krinoth.
Nieto meowed from his corner, where he had been curled up asleep, causing Myriam to smile. The sky outside was beginning to lighten with the coming of dawn. Yawning, Myriam climbed out of bed. Pushing old nightmares out of her mind, she began to get dressed. It was probably time to get up, anyway.
Later that morning...
A fierce yowl startled Myriam, and she looked over at her brother. Green eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Iason, are you bothering Nieto again? Stop it, one of these days you're going to hurt him."
"I think he's doing more harm to me!" Iason stated indignantly as the gray feline hissed, swiping his paw, claws outstretched, at the boy's leg.
Iason yelped, jerking his leg away from the protesting feline. Myriam glared at her brother. "What did you do to him?" She demanded.
"I didn't do anything this time!" Iason protested wildly.
"This time?" Myriam pushed.
Iason just paused, rubbing the back of his head nervously, and refused to answer.
A'ros watched the two of them amusedly from the table, where he sat, nursing his cup of a klah-like substance the residents of Darkling Dawn called 'coffee'. The three of them were residing in the-well, it wasn't technically a 'Weyr' anymore; like Opal Moon's move to Kjanli'eyr, Darkling Dawn and all its residents had moved off the old world, though he wasn't entirely sure what the community that made up the former-weyr should be called now.
And it was no use trying to figure out where Darkling Dawn was now, it was not on a planet, and the forests that surrounded it continued on infinitely. A'ros preferred not to think about that too hard, it gave him a headache.
It was almost four months now since A'ros had traveled back in time with his dragon, Krinoth, to save Myriam and Iason. Unexpectedly, the two of them had ended up coming back to the future with him, and decided to stay.
A fierce yowl startled A'ros out of his silent musings, and he looked up to see Nieto dashing away from Iason. The boy was fingering the long, red claw marks on his leg, no doubt from Myriam's pet.
The girl stood up, going to comfort her feline. Iason just rolled his eyes, and A'ros struggled not to laugh. "You know what?" A'ros said, as he walked outside where his andalusite-celestial dragon waited. "You two need to get dragons. It's great fun, right Krinoth?" He smiled as he scratched the small dragon's eyeridges.
Iason snorted. "I tried. I've already talked to the searchriders, and they say their dragons won't search me or Myriam for the clutches here. Any suggestions?"
A'ros paused and shrugged. "Sorry, Krinoth's not a searchdragon. And I'm afraid the recommendation of one Weyrhealer isn't gonna get you searched."
Krinoth yawned as he stretched out on the ground. "You could try going to the place I was hatched, Kjanli'eyr." The talking andalusite-celestial said. Iason was always surprised when he heard the dragon speak, he'd always thought all dragons spoke telepathically. Krinoth continued. "I heard there's a new clutch on the sands there."
"And, where is that, again?" Iason asked.
"Lao Daemia." A'ros replied, which really didn't help, since Iason had no idea where that was, either. "Don't worry, we'll take you there." A'ros laughed.
"Take who where?" Myriam spoke up, coming over to join them. They both turned to the red-haired girl.
"A'ros says he 'n Krinoth will take us to Kjanli'eyr." Iason said, grinning.
Myriam's bright green eyes blinked. "Why?" She asked, causing her younger brother to roll his eyes.
"So we can stand for the clutch, dimglow." He said, scowling.
Myriam blinked again, taken aback by his answer. "Really?" She said, turning to A'ros, who nodded and grinned.
"Sure." He said. "I'll be glad to, and Krinoth won't mind. Right?" He called to the andalusite-celestial dragon.
"I'll do whatever you want, as long as you come over here and scratch my head." The small dragon answered from his perch outside. A'ros laughed and went outside to oblige his dragon, scratching his eyeridge, and Krinoth practically purred.
Myriam smiled at the pair, and shook her head. "Eager to Impress?" She asked Iason.
He grinned. "I want to get a higher ranking dragon than Mister High-and-Mighty Rarerider over there." He nodded to A'ros and Krinoth.
Myriam laughed. "I don't think dragons come any rarer than andalusite-celestial, Iason."
Iason shrugged. "Then I can at least get a bigger one, right?"
Myriam just laughed and shook her head.
