I live at and am very proud of Sapphire Weyr!

You jump off of Salmnith's soft neck and thank her rider before they fly out of hearing rage. That warm southern breeze washes over you as you enter the large weyr. The tall young man runs out of the dragon weyr to greet you, his light brown hair messy from probably not sleeping. "Hello traveller! You've come just in time! I was about to feed my little love, would you like to watch?" he asks, grinning broadly. His little love? you think. Then, from behind Gr'ton, a tiny blue dragon waddles out of the dragon weyr, looking as if he could care less about you.



"Isn't he great?" Gr'ton says, almost whispering as the little blue lays down, curling around himself. Of course I'm great Gr'ton. And I'm glad I picked you. Who is that? he asks, looking as if he had just now noticed you. "This is our guest. Oh, traveller, I never introduced you. This is Gretoth. Are you hungry love?" he asks, sitting next to his blue on the ground. Very. Gretoth replies.

"Well traveller, I'll need to feed him now. You can stay here if you'd like, but he's not really used to strangers. I'll have him send for Salmnith and Angelic." he tells you, nodding toward the ledge. You agree, walking out to the open sunning ledge. What a short visit, you think. You didn't even get a good look at his dragon. Come back later traveller, when I grow some. the blue bespeaks, causing you to blush some. You didn't know he was listening to you!

A few moments later, the large green and her rider reappear, and land lightly on the ledge long enough for you to climb on. You close you eyes, knowing what to exspect, before the green plumits towards the ground.



Gr'ton's Stats
Name Gr'ton
Rank Bluerider
Age 17
Sex Male
Hair Sandy Brown
Eyes Blue
Mate ---
Dragon Name Gretoth
Parents Grelik, Tronton
Siblings none
Children ---
Place Of Birth Crom


Gretoth's Stats
Name Gretoth
Rank Blue Dragon
Age Hatchling
Sex Male
Mate ---
Parents Satineth, ???
Siblings Too many to count :)
Children ---
Place Of Birth Talor Cliff


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