Impressed Brown Surketh at Aneris Weyr
Age: 16
Sex: Male
Physical: 5'9", 140, extremely pale skin, dusty grey-black hair that is usually short and slightly curly around his face, very pale blue eyes. Has a remarkable chisled shape, but is not "all muscle" like many of his relatives. His face is beautiful and will always be pretty and boyish, though his father's serious eyes will always be the first thing people notice about him. He wears only the purest furs or finest cloths, and most often in white. He too has a penchant for disrobing around his home, and has posed for his half-sister Myst's art. However, unlike his other male siblings, he's completely "straight". His voice is soft, soothing, but still quite manly.
Emotional: though Mirage is his mother, he rarely had any conact with her. She shows up strongly in his emotional make up, however. He is open and caring, but has a streak of wit in him, as well as a steamy side. He does not always approve of what his father does as a Lord Holder, but he will not need to worry about it, since he will only be Inheriting portions of his parent's holds. He is careful and usually holds his tongue before saying something he'll regret. He inherited from his father's side a strong mental sense and near-control, though it is tempered by his mother's smooth emotional empathy. He doesn't try to hurt people with his power because he'd immediately feel it right back.
Skills: as a son of a prominent Holder, Padasha has all the book learning he'll ever need, as well as all the social skills he will need anywhere. He is adept at making friends among Holder folk, it remains to be seen how well he handles himself in a Weyr. Padasha listens well, and can relate detailed information back, keeping up as a spy for his father's court.
Born just over a year after Sabire, Padasha was given more the life of ease than expected from his half-siblings, purely because of who his father was. Engell expects the best from his sons, however a search rider indicated that even at a very young age, Padasha would make a great candidate. He knew that his son would become a dragon rider, but never skimped on the boy's education or training. Padasha has always been a trusted part of the Alabaster hold, but was moved to Paveh Hold to keep the dragon riders there well-stocked with good blood.
Padasha would dearly love to fly on a Bronze's back, though he knows that there is every likelyhood that another boy will be chosen by any given bronze. He wishes to impress -- in both senses of the word -- anyone who knows him or his family, and will do so gladly on whatever color dragon finds him. His name will become Pa'sha.
Padasha narrowed his eyes.
"Pale boy, you ain't gotta clue... Get out and give up the goods!"
"You should work for your earnings," Padasha growled.
"Oh, like you do? Son of a holder-man, you can't say that to the likes of us. We lived out in Thread longer'n you been alive." The second of the thieves said. He took a long knife and aimed it at the pale skinned lad.
"That will be quite enough of that," said a deep, menacing voice. "Put it down or I shall be forced to use it on you."
"Thanks--" breathed Padasha. The dark-haired and skinned man who had finally risen from the bunk behind him passed by the youth and focused his brilliant blue eyes on the thieves. Beyond them, on the roadside, he saw the three other drivers of their caravan being held at knife point and with the occasional crossbow aimed near them. The group of thieves were bold, and they were numerous.
Kalkin snarled. "I said put it down," he remarked to the thief holding the knife, as he deftly grabbed the man's wrist, broke it, and took the knife in his left hand as it fell from the other's useless fingers. "Now you've made me angry."
Kalkin, to his credit, did not kill any of the thieves. While he broke one's arm, he kicked another in the back, and this caused a moment of chaos when the other caravaneers came to life. They used the shocking display of brutal effective martial arts to their advantage, as they kicked knife or bow out of their assailants hands.
Soon, the caravan drivers gathered around the group of thieves.
"What'll we do with them?" One asked. Someone suggested hanging them, another started to yell about cutting their fingers or feet off to keep them from doing it again.
Padasha however came to the front, as the sky began to darken with rain. "I will take care of them," he said, and the rest of the riders on their way to Paveh Hold scrambled away into their wagons.
Kalkin watched with some interest as the second son of his employer Lord Holder Engell pushed his amazing mind through the thieves'. In minutes, the group of haggard and bedraggled thieves and misfits had no idea why they were out in the wilderness at all, let alone tied back to back and sitting on the newly soaked muddy roadside.
Some of them did not remember their own names.
As the caravan moved on toward Paveh hold, Kalkin dizzily sat in the back of the wagon with his precious charge Padasha. "That was truly amazing, but you've got to learn control, son."
Padasha nodded, and then grinned widely. "Why do you think I'm being sent to uncle Darkhanis?"
Kalkin let a rare chuckle escape his lips, "so that after you train with him, you can control a whole wing of dragons by yourself? Your papers say to send you on to Aneris Weyr soon enough. Do you think you'll have time to prepare?"
"I will do my best," said the young holder's son, straightening his back and proudly seeing the smile on his mentor and bodyguard's face.
The first to hatch was quick and explosive! The brown that came from the egg impressed and then a beautiful green came out. A blue was next, dark and sturdy. A gold and a brown broke shell -- a gold?! From a green and blue's mating? Amazing flight, that must have been! The gold was not ready to choose her partner, leaving the brown to go first
The brown dragon ran toward the boys, and tripped. Not really because he was clumsy, but because there were so many little ups and downs in the loose hot sand! Padasha walked forward, helping the brown to his feet.
You and I will have a lot of time to get to know one another, Surketh, Pa'sha bespoke back, almost surprising the brown.
Good! I want to know about your pretty sister and mother and --
