Adryn

Commander Adryn & Snow Krys (m)

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History

Adryn,  a young mountain guide had a normal life (or what you can call normal on Lyria). He went to school, had a few run ins with dragons and had soon figured out that the mountains were his place to be. Taking special classes and going on field trips (some peaceful, others exhilarating) he began to know the mountains better than his home in the plains below it. It didn't take long for Adryn to become someone known to the dragonriders on Lyria. Many of them had used his knowledge to search for wild eggs in the mountains and parent pairs that would want to donate eggs in the future. 
It was on one of those trips that he had met Niniane. He had been 19, she 25. Their relationship can't be described as love at first sight, but maybe both knew at the end of that trip that they would meet again. And for the months after they did. Slowly their friendship grew into passion and more often visits were planned. 
Then disaster struck. Niniane's parents died on the Southern Continent leaving her in charge. Leading roles weren't necessary hereditary on Lyria, but Niniane, daughter of the two Lyrianese heroes just had to gain a leading role, there was no way around it.
Adryn had expected she would follow in her parent's shoes, but he had thought that Niniane's rise to power would still be years away. Now he had to make a choice that would alter their lives and maybe even Lyria forever.
Adryn knew as much of the dragons as every other Lyrianese, but he hadn't impressed one yet. Niniane needed someone to lead alongside her. Adryn didn't feel up to it in his mind though his heart spoke otherwise. Most of all his mind worried about what his marrying Niniane would cause. Ninane herself wasn't very old, but he was young even beyond the flexible politics of Lyria, more so the dragon he would get would also be young and not yet ready to lead the spirits into battle. Adryn could play horrid scenes in his head about a time in the near future when the South would realise their weaknesses and attack.
A test was finally proposed by the elders who were calmly urging Niniane to take an older, more experienced man as her husband. Adryn will never forget the way he felt about the test. To him it all felt like a shot in the dark, a last chance for him and Niniane. A premature egg was placed in front of him. If it hatched the dragon was his and so was Niniane, if he failed he would lose her forever. The doubts in his head were plenty as he stood before that one egg empty-handed and waited.
"I will never doubt you." 
The first words of his Snow Krys that had changed his world forever. Maybe Lyria wouldn't have been greatly changed by what seemed to Adryn a miracle, but it sure felt that way. From that moment on Adryn followed a crash course in dragon maintenance and care (though not all of it was lesson since none other than Niniane was his instructor).
Years passed and with every day Adryn grew more relaxed about the possibility of a Southern invasion. On this point he still flies his Krys to the highest winds around the edge of the Northern Continent every week and spies for movement in the South. The rest of his time he divides between Niniane and the Snowy Reaches where he and Krys often reside and rescue the occasional cross-dimensional wanderer.

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