J'dan
Time to close your eyes
And save these questions for another day
I think I know what you've been asking me
I think you know what I've been trying to say
I promised I would never leave you
And you should always know
Wherever you may go
No matter where you are
I never will be far away
Goodnight, my angel
Now it's time to sleep
And still so many things I want to say
Remember all the songs you sang for me
WHen we went sailing on an emerald bay
ANd like a boat out on the ocean
I'm rocking you to sleep
THe water's dark
And deep inside this ancient heart
You'll always be a part of me
Goodnight, my angel
Now it's time to dream
And dream how wonderful your life will be
Someday your child may cry
And if you sing this lullabye
Then in your heart
There will always be a part of me
Someday we'll all be gone
But lullabyes go on and on...
They never die
That's how you
And I will be
Jeraudan is the oldest child of Kariana, a cook at Telgar Hold, and Lendar, a journeyman harper posted there. Most of Jer's childhood years were spent following his father around and helping his mother raise his younger siblings. He does love children, after all..
Not long after her tenth turn, his youngest sister died from firehead, and Jeraudan decided that healering was his true calling...So he left the Hold, and traveled all the way to the Harper Healer Hall in Ista. On foot. His turn or so of wandering was worth it, though, because he soon met Masterhealer Emmie and was granted Apprenticeship into the craft.
Jer spent several turns at the Hall, studying as much as possible, specifically in the field of pediactrics, but one day, there was a change of plans.. A rider from Igen Weyr was on an errand, and to make a long story short, Jeraudan was searched by Rissa and Blue Marseth.
Candidacy passed by quickly, and before Jer knew it, the hatching was starting. He followed the other candidates onto the sands and watched as the eggs hatched and one by one, each dragonet picked a lifemate.. Suddenly..
- ~Something brushes across your mind. A feeling, but from where?~
~Once again, the feeling comes. Someone is watching you.~
~That someone is suddenly with you. Your senses seem to melt away as emotion fills you, joy and fulfillment. A cracking voice. << Jeraudan, it's /you/. I'd like some food please and why aren't you wearing green? >>~
Wiysath
Wiysath has an infatuation with things green. Anything green: jewelry, rocks, clothing, and from anywhere (possibly even Corivaeth's hidden caches...?). If he can get his claws on it, consider it his. The objects don't go to waste, however. They adorn his couch, and later his ledge, everything put into /just/ the right place. Objects returned to their owners have the strange ability of appearing in the collection again unless properly hidden from Wiysath's sight.
He doesn't consider his habit stealing and is quite honestly innocent when confronted. << But it just went /perfectly/ next to the belt I found. I cannot keep it? That's too bad, it is /so/ pretty. >> No one will be able to remain angry at him for long when his naivete becomes apparent. Besides, if they really wanted it, why did they leave it where he could get to it?
His mindvoice is a cracking high tenor as if he's a teenage boy whose voice is just breaking. He doesn't talk much, spending more time studying his couch or ledge or thinking about it when away. Out loud, he is prone to croon and hum while he thinks, never noticing that he's doing it. << I was doing what? No, I wasn't. See, I was just thinking about how my smooth rock should go next to the wonderful flower I just found. >>
Flights are wonderful occasions because...well, because most of them are flown by /green/ dragons. It's the ultimate quest for him: a large, beautiful green object just escaping his grasp. Needless to say, this drive, along with the sexual aspects, wins him quite the number of Flights. << J'dan, can I keep her? >>