Darkor The young man gently swabbed numbweed onto the runnerbeast's small wound, carefully wrapping the gauze bandage around it.  "There," He said to the bluerider, greatful that he'd been able to help with one of the Weyr's beasts, instead of the bluerider asking to do it. "He wouldn't of gotten that, but the stupid thing got out of his pen last night," The rider said, laughing.  "He's not mine, but belongs to the feeding grounds.  We wouldn't of gone after him, but this is, according to the WeyrHerder, one of the best stallions in the bunch." Smiling, Darkor was thankful that he hadn't screwed up this job like he usually did so many others.  No matter how hard he tried, it never quite seemed to turn out the way that he wanted it to.  "Sure." The bluerider thanked him again, then, with Darkor's help, swung the runnerbeast up over the blue's neckridges, the whites of the boor beast's eyes showing from his fear of being on a dragon. As the rider was about to order the dragon to fly up, his eyes suddenly went un-focused, and he turned back to Darkor.  "You wouldn't, by any chance, live somewhere in this area, would you?" He asked. "Well, not far," Darkor replied.  "I mean, I always come out here to look for places where my father and I could possibly till the soil for more crops, so it's only a few miles away." "I think that you might want to come with me," The rider said.  "We have a green dragon's clutch on the sands at Dawn Sisters Weyr, and we're looking for more Candidates, if you're intersted." "Of course!"  Darkor smiled broadly at the rider.  "I mean, sure, I'd love to!" "Mount up behind the runner, and be careful not to let him kick you.  He may be tied up, but he's still a vicious one." Not daring to reply, Darkor (with a hand up from the bluerider) swung himself up behind the stallion and strapped himself into the gear without too much trouble, holding his breath as the blue blinked between. At the hatching.... Name: Darkor Age: 14 Turns Gender: Male Personality: Eager to please, and will do anything that he can to help someone, although it never seems to turn out right.  Darkor has an extreme fear of the water, for some strange reason, and he cannot get over it.  His lifelong dream was to become a Journeyman Herder, but he knew that it was unlikely to happen.  However, when he was Searched, it opened up a new doorway that he never expected in his wildest dreams. Physical Appearance: Average height and weight, with sandy-brown hair a brown eyes, Darkor doesn't stand out in a crowd at any time.  He is a "stunningly normal" person, and would hate to stand out at any time. History: Born on a cothold, and was very adept at caring for the animals.  Darkor was lucky enough to be Searched at the age of 14, and taken to Dawn Sisters Weyr.