"Yes Arath I'll get you more food. What an appatite you have!" you hear words from within the next weyr, so you assume it won't be minded you going in. The voice continues, "I know you itch, but if you don't get off me, I'll never be able to get oil for you. And food." You walk in to see a small green pounced on top off a young man. He sees you, "Oh. Hello. This, is Arath. I'm N'cren." The little dragon walks backwards off him, and he stands up, unsure of himself. He rubs his eyes and smiles. You introduce yourself to him, and he nods, saying, "I'll get you a drink," when his dragon croons at him, "And I'll get your oil and food." Arath nods and jumps onto dragon couch, covered with fur. She stares at you, deeply, for a while and stops when you hear, "Arath it's rude to stare. Here's your food." he nods at the dragon and hands you a mug of klah. You take it and thank him. N'cren sits down and starts to oil Arath. You ask him where Arath is from. "Dragon Gate Weyr," he replies, "Oh no!" "What?" you ask. "I forgot my lessons. Come on Arath, you've finished," he says, and leaves hastily. You follow him out.

Arath's hatching picture.

Arath's a child.

Arath's weyrling picture.