“I told ya’, Frilonkin,” the wrestler couldn’t help but chuckle.
“Let go, you little perv, or I’ll do more than pull on your nose,” Gemtia growled, her face red in embarrassment as well as rage at where one of Frilonkin’s hands was placed. The black haired man quickly threw out his hands to the sides to show he wasn’t touching anymore. To Frilonkin she was almost as dangerous as Tranked, the only difference was that she was more than willing to let him live… with a body full of broken bones but still let him live.
“Lesson One!” Gemtia growled releasing Frilonkin, “Don’t ever look at me and think I’m easy because of how I look. Lesson two! No touching of my body like you did now, SHELL, never do that to a girl!” Frilonkin looked at her oddly and smiled after a bit.
“That shouldn’t be too hard,” he replied.
“From what I’ve heard about you, it may be,” Talcin replied.
“Ah, you’ve researched me already, I can work with that just as easily,” Frilonkin slid up to Talcin with a suggestive wink.
“Look, you wanna be in a head lock again?” Talcin replied dryly with a glare.
“Can’t say I didn’t try,” Frilonkin sighed but smiled, “Well, I’ll say this now, I’m really sorry for what I’ve done… I have a tendency to test other candidate’s reactions to me… mind if I hang around you two.” Frilonkin’s smile turned upside down quickly as the two who’d come from Turasake Hold glared at him. After a few minutes Gemtia sighed in defeat.
“I’d rather have some other company than only Talcin,” Gemtia glared at both men now, “No funny stuff.” Talcin looked surprised and Frilonkin grinned.
That was how the friendship between the trio started, Talcin still infatuated with Gemtia, Frilonkin infatuated with both candidates, and Gemtia annoyed at them both. Some how this brought on a friendship that grew as the hatching came closer and closer… Now the The day of the hatching is here, what will come of them this dark Hallow’s Eve night?
Frilonkin whistled low at a few late arrivals whom had hear the clutch would hatch some time that day. The young man, who could have been no more than 22 turns old looked at him and blinked. Frilonkin watched with a slight grin on his features. The young man consulted a shorter yet fairly pretty young woman. She looked at him with her gray-green eyes and then waved another man over. This one Frilonkin knew and decided to introduce himself.
“C’fron!” he called out. The green rider turned at the call, his constant smirk never wavering.
“Frilonkin, the Weyr seems to treat you well,” C’fron chuckled as he noticed eyes of both men and women looking over the “pretty boy” as he walked over.
“It’s my home away from home,” the bisexual replied slyly as he looked over at the duo.
“Watch yourself, lad, ”the young woman spoke with a dry voice, “I’m taken and my brother’s straight, aside from that as C’fron tells me you’ll be a shoe in for impressing. You’ll need to learn to control your urges for about two turns.”
“Well I thank you for your concern,” Frilonkin smiled find a way to kiss the top of her hand, “May I know whom I’m conversing with so I might know it at a later date?”
“I’m Cortel and this is my sister, Kare, white Oroth’s rider,” The older man stated with a curt nod. Frilonkin backed up a bit in startlement.
“Pretty rider for a pretty dragon, I’m sure,” Frilonkin smiled putting on the charm again. Kare looked at C’fron yet the green rider only chuckled with an “I told you so” look on his smirking features.
“Well I must be off to bed, they don’t seem to want to hatch at this time you know,” Frilonkin smiled bowing in leave, “Oh, and C’fron, after the hatching I have to introduce you to my two friends I met here.”
“Oh, you met two people who have given you friend status?” C’fron joked and Frilonkin glared at him, “You haven’t hit on them have you?”
“I regret having done that on the first meeting actually,” Frilonkin replied rubbing his neck as he remembered the odd way their friendship had started up, “One’s a wrestler and the other could knock him out, both are from the Beastcraft at, uh what was that Hold called again?… hmm, Turasake Hold! That the one.” To Frilonkin’s surprised, C’fron’s smirk was nearly whipped clean of his features… nearly. There was a sad look in the man’s eyes that disappeared after both spectators and candidate looked at him oddly.
“I know the place,” C’fron half heartily tired to put on his full smirk, “I was there nearly twenty turns ago. Maybe they’ll know some of the people I met that day.” C’fron looked thoughtful, then, without warning, walked away at a quick pace. Outside a dragon gave a woof of seeming depression. Kare’s eyes clouded for a moment and she shrugged.
“Oroth says that Trith doesn’t want to talk about it,” the white rider frowned. The two men nodded thoughtfully yet Frilonkin was the first to speak.
“He might speak when the time comes,” the bisexual sighed looking after the green rider sadly, “In the mean time, let me thank you for coming and bid you good night… if you can sleep knowing a hatching is eminent.”
“You’re lucky to know that it’s going to hatch so soon. I was only notified at Oroth’s first clutch when she screamed at the candidates for not being robed and to come back quickly when they were clothed properly. Good sleep to you, if you do sleep that is.” Frilonkin chuckled at Kare’s dry remarks and left her and her brother to their “tasks.”
Frilonkin found himself on Firestone Weyr’s sands later that night… or was it early morning. Either way he watched as Gemtia and Talcin stumbled into the room moments after he’d arrived there. Gemtia, yet again, looking gorgeous yet her temper showed as some of the men tried to inch towards her. Talcin didn’t look to happy about the fact and eyed the other men. If Gemtia’s reputation didn’t scare them off the fact that he was just as strong as the woman did as the stopped where they’d inched over to.
More dragons were adding their voices to the dame’s and sire’s causing Frilonkin to chuckle as he felt a bit fuzzyish because of the melody they put forth. All sound seceded as the eggs started to rock more energetically. And then the first egg broke open, a blue muzzle poking out of the egg. Frilonkin tried not to laugh as there was a collective exhale from the spectators as well as some candidates, the hatching had truly started.
A green followed the blue seconds later and Frilonkin watched them in awe. The green and blue both headed towards a number of girls and just before the green neared her lifemate the blue snorted and headed towards a group of male candidates only to look at the stands to find his bond and impress at the same time as his sister.
A brown had appeared meanwhile and quickly impressed causing a bit of laughter from both the crowd and candidates. Two greens were the next to appear and impressed to their own gender. Frilonkin too a side long glance at the reseeding new riders, he’d have to see about getting better acquainted with them later. Movement caught his attention once again just in time to see a blue burst from his egg aggressively.
As the strong blue walked Frilonkin’s eyes grew wide. The blue was still agitated as was obvious when his tail struck out at an egg as he passed. The young man felt sorry for the mint green hatchling’s rude awakening even if she did roll out in a somewhat playful way. 
How dare you do that, Havocth! You little bully, take this! Frilonkin heard as the green’s personality changed quickly and she bit the tail which broke her home sooner than she’d intended to do herself. As the blue turned to answer the challenge Frilonkin yelped in fear for the hatchling until Lisanth bulged and a golden tail sudden lifted the dark blue off the ground and away from his feisty sister.
Now where did you go? I know I felt you before he shatter my shell when I wasn’t ready to come out yet, the nerve! There was that voice again, beautiful yet a bit hard. Frilonkin watched as the green walked through the girls only to have the blue trumpet at her. I’m not after her, brother, you should know that by now. I was just making sure Frilonkin wasn’t in here. The young man grew wide eyed at the remark, he was now sure that it was the green and that she was his.
Ah there you are! the mint green dragon mentally smiled as she looked up at Frilonkin, I’m Akaneth! Let’s get out of here before that big blue meanie comes after me again, OK, F’link? she asked him causing Frilonkin’s, now F’link, heart. This was too good to be true, a green for him that meant that blues and browns would be after his lovely minty green dragon when she was ready to fly. That meant men and some women for him in the future!
“All right, my little Akaneth,” F’link smiled at her more because he’d gotten the best dragon in the world more than the facts that his love making part of his brain had processed. He was a dragonrider now!
| F'link | |
| Male | |
| 19 | |
| Medium length/black | |
| Hazel | |
| 6'11" | |
| Jr. Weyrling/Green rider | |
| Green Akaneth | |
| Bisexual | |
| Bigahomla Hold | |
| Lady Holder Panfre Lord Jelon |
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| Lonpa and many others | |
| N/A | |
| Unknown: possibilities of many | |
| Firestone Weyr |
| Name | Akaneth |
| Rank | green |
| Age | Hatchling |
| Dam | Gold Lisanth |
| Sire | Bronze Avinoth |
| Hatched | Firestone Weyr Clutch 1 |