Post by fairychild4117 on Jun 29, 2009 11:21:58 GMT -5
Name: L'tor
Gender: Male
Age: 35
Orientation:straight
Rank: weyrlingmaster
Family: His mother, Rethin age 54, his younger sister Lirann age 26, her husband Treth, age 30, and their five children, Beret age 8, male, Winess age 6, female, Ranell age 6, female, Farin age 4 male, Leton age 2 male, live on the coast of Nerat as a modest lower-middle class family. Lirann is a seamstress of high quality, but is not technically a craftsmen, Treth works at the docks loading and unloading ships. L'tor's father, Letor Senior, died during threadfall at age 65, Along with L'tor's Brother Beret, died age 23.
Pets: None
Appearance: L'tor stands 6'5" tall,of fairly lean build. He has dark hair that is curly and often unruly. He grows out his beard when he can, though he never lets it get too scraggly. His face is built strongly, a nose with character, prominant cheekbones, good jaw, and a high forehead. His eyes are Blue, piercing at times, and kind at others. He has laugh lines around his eyes and wrinkles. His years spent indoors has rendered his once tanned skin lighter.
His dress consists of pants and a shirt most times, of fairly practical design and weave. He enjoys, however, making himself look handsome occasionally, once a week particularly he will look nice, he finds it raises his spirits.He has some more beautiful articles, a tunic embroidered with leaves of auburn, red, and gold thread. His sister is a fairly skilled and eccentric seamstress, and as such L'tor has many interesting pieces in his wardrobe including various dublets and coats in new designs.
Personality: L'tor never asks for much, he feels he doesn't need it. He went without plenty growing up, in his opinion it did him no harm. The extravagance with which the holders lived their lives seems to L'tor useless and silly. L'tor is a fairly accepting human being, he tries to understand people, as they are so mysterious to him. He loves children, and has always wanted one of his own. He is kind and of a noble mind. He is interested in morality and justice. L'tor can sometimes however be misinterpreted, he can seem callous, however this is just his way. He is a quiet man, though when he speaks it is eloquent and poignant, the secret he says, is to think.
History: Letor had been working at the docks all day, even though he was only 11. Just running errands and fetching water, though Letor had been getting taller by the minute and would soon be large enough to work the docks. The air was thick with condensation from the nearby rainforests and the sun beat down steadily through the tropical haze. Letor wiped sweat from his brow using the bottom of his rough linen shirt. His father, Letor senior, waved him over from the docks, he'd recognize his father's unruly hair and beard anywhere along with his cheerful smile.
"Hoi! Letor!" he called. Letor grabbed the water pouch that he had just filled at the well and, trotting steadily, approached his father. "Thank you my boy" he said with obvious pride, ruffling the curls on Letor's head. The sun was wrestling the horizon's pull, lingering a few inches above the horizon, it's colors splayed across the glittering undulating ocean. Letor Senior patted the place next to him "Sit my boy," and handed him the water pouch. Letor took the water sitting and watching the ocean with his father. They watched the fish glimmering just below the surface, sometimes merely shadows beneath the waves, and the ships all at dock. "It's important Letor to appreciate the day" Letor senior began "every day is a gift that we can't hope to comprehend. That's why I watch the sunset, there is a lot of beauty in the world, son, if you only stop to see it." Letor nodded and swallowed a large gulp of water. He understood, his mother was fond of beauty as well, she painted and sewed and arranged flowers along with cooking and cleaning and rearing children. Letor was the older brother of a pretty little one year old with golden curls on her round head, and mother would pick flowers every morning from her garden to put near the baby named Lirann. From both of his parents he learned the appreciation of life and beauty which instilled in him a quiet awe for the world.
A couple of years pass in the blink of an eye, thought Letor as he walked with his father to the docks. His mother had just given birth to another son, named Beret. His wide sensitive gray-blue eyes seemed to observe the world in awe, he laughed loud like Letor senior and brought joy to all in the house. Letor was already almost as tall as his father, though Letor was lean and stretched looking, as most pubescent boys are. Letor had been working full days since his thirteenth birthday. Letor looked up and drank up the sky, to others his dreamy expression was quite odd, but then again he was at an odd age. He saw a great winged beast- he realized it was a dragon. As the dragon got lower he saw the sun beautifully sliding over the smooth body. The angled head on a beautifully arched neck, wings stretching across the sky made Letor's young mind overflow with awe. Some day, thought Letor, he would like to see a dragon closer, he had seen a dozen or so beasts drift past the horizon. To his surprise, the dragon dropped down at the hold. Letor's heart pounded as the blue dragon soared above his head. What a beautiful blue! thought Letor. He looked to his father, and his father nodded an unspoken assent, that meant 'go ahead'.
Letor sprinted toward where the dragon had landed. The blue was standing magnificently, shifting his weight from leg to leg, wings closed. Letor memorized the details of the dragon in his mind, to scribble down later. The rider was of medium build, about Letor's height, and as he removed his helmet it revealed a kind and curious face. Life is nothing without curiosity, thought Letor. Then the rider caught his eye, and stared back. Letor thought he could feel the man's heartbeat.
"I am here on search for Ista weyr" he said as Letor's chest continued to pound. He didn't even dare hope of a dragon.
Letor had been searched, and when he first arrived to the weyr he was frightened, cold and homesick. Though he would never have let anyone know, he didn't want to bother anyone with his troubles, though he was mostly boy yet. He clung to a quilt of patches of fabric his mother had sewn for him and clutched it around his body. As the weeks and months before hatching passed, he became used to weyr life. The hatching loomed like a test of strength for Letor, never having been the strongest. He knew that no matter what he would do fine, and as the other young men involved themselves in mischief and the young ladies cried or fluttered or squeeled, and all was nervous. Letor just silently watched and absorbed all of the motions and sights around him. On the hot sands, Letor gazed around him, as all the others did. Then the humming started. The eggs began to quiver. The first dragon to hatch was a green, followed by a bronze. As dragons mauled, clawed and erupted from their eggs and to their dragonriders Letor felt more and more distant, until an egg with a dusty auburn color started to rock back and forth rythmically, Letor's eyes were locked. The egg rolled and cracked and an angular copper-brown head came through the holes, followed by a shattering of shell and the emerging of a small dragon body. The dragon gazed at him.
"I am Konath. You are my rider." he said
Ista weyr was a strange place at first to L'tor. The caverns were cold, he often slept with two blankets. Another thing he missed was the ocean, he could see it glittering in the distance, but to be near the raw power and majesty of so vast a body of water was like being close to a god. He thought of this as he bathed his beautiful brown Konath.
"I miss the ocean. My little brother... I will never see him grow to manhood, I won't be able to continue to teach Lirann about words and the world. My mother will no longer have me sit with her in our small garden, and I will no longer work by my father's side." He confided to Konath
do not worry, friend Konath spoke to him When I am a grown dragon, and we master going in between, we can visit fairly often, I'm sure of it. I quite like your family, from what is in your mind.
"Thank you Konath" L'tor's name change was strange to him; Letor was not so very different, but as he used to ponder by the sea at his home, do we become the name, or the name become us? He was never sure. However of one thing he was certain. Everything was different now that he had Konath in his life. He filled up his whole day, from washing and feeding, to talking. Konath could lighten any of his moods, could share with him any thought that seemed too dull or too morose for others. The training took years, Konath excelled at everything. He was big for a brown, and could sustain fire for the longest amount of time in the class, and the weyrlingmaster said even perhaps for adult dragons as well. L'tor was full of pride for his beautiful brown, the color of polished dark wood, glittering and magnificent.
I am rather magnificent aren't I Konath said after that particular thought. L'tor laughed fully and loudly
"You egotistical lizard."
I am far from a lizard. as you well know. Maybe I could turn you into a nice barbecue and you would appreciate the difference L'tor just laughed at this. Finally came the lessons for going Between.
"remember how dangerous this is students, we've had many a good rider go between from not memorizing his coordinates correctly. Envision it in your mind. Focus. Don't try to go between to a place you don't know." After the master's speech, L'tor was nearly white with fear. He didn't fear for himself, just his dear Konath. we shall do excellent Konath spoke reasurringly
"How do you know?"
You are excellent at visual memorization. You don't even realize it, you're a born artist. You have all the excellent qualities of a woman, you know.
"and you have all the excellent qualities of a wall ornament." laughed L'tor
I'm too large at this point to be a wall ornament.
L'tor mounted his dragon, and they envisioned the coast on Nerat. He popped up over the docks on his Brown dragon. The men on the docks nearly had a stroke. Konath looked for a place to set down. A few years had passed but nothing had really changed. L'tor quickly stripped off his thick riding gear. He was left with his trousers, brown riding boots and his linen tunic. He had already begun to be more graceful, more handsome. Less ungainly. His jaw had widened, his shoulders broadened, his upper and lower body more proportioned. Konath had set down in the small square just outside L'tor's house. It was a harder landing for Konath, his size being what it was, but despite his bulk he was still agile enough to make the landing. He heard a child laughing, and then the familiar sound of his mother singing in the garden. He knocked on the front door. The singing stopped, his pulse beat through his head and ears as his ears strained to hear the footsteps going toward the door, smaller footsteps following. The familiar aquamarine painted door swung open. His mother gasped.
"LETOR!!!" she cried and threw her arms around him. L'tor grinned widely and tears formed in his eyes. His mother kissed him once on the mouth and four times on the cheek. "My dear, my dear! I haven't seen you in so long... I am so sorry I couldn't visit, but with Lirann and Beret..." He could see mother's guilt rising in his mother, Rethin's eyes.
"Mother!" he interrupted her "I hardly had time, we've been training all this time. We just learned how to fly Between, I've been longing to see you. Now I can see you more often. Besides, I'm seventeen now mother, I'm old enough to take care" he grinned. Rethinn's eyes started to mist with tears.
"that you are. Oh my!" she said "come in my love! come in! let me take a good look at you!" he came in and grinned. He saw little Lirann, her eyes wide, he had seen her last when she was three. Three! Did she even remember him? Her golden curls were still the lightest white, her eyes were round and blue, with long light brown lashes. Her soft cheek was round and plump as a peach, and rosy. He made a funny face at her, and her face alighted and she giggled, she ran toward him.
"Lirann! do you remember me?"
"brother." she said surprisingly formally as she hugged him. "I've been learning to read. Like you told me."
"By the egg! You are so clever." said L'tor and sat Lirann on his knee. The three year old Beret begged to be let up by his mother, his head covered in chestnut colored curls, and his eyes a smokey blue. He had a strikingly beautiful face, much like Lirann in quality. "This little gentleman must be Beret" Rethin nodded as she picked up the toddler and put him on her lap.
My friend, mind if I poke my head in, I feel rather left out.
"oh! mother, can Konath put his head through the shuddered window on the side facing the square? He wants to meet you and the little ones."
"oh- of course!" Rethinn said with her merry smile. Rethinn looked hardly older, there were lines around her eyes and mouth, laugh lines, she had grown plumper, more square. But her bright blue eyes glowed the same, they gave off the same idea that on the inside she was always smiling. L'tor opened the shutters to the side window. A great brown angled head managed to gracefully ensconce itself inside the window frame. Lirann screeched and hid behind L'tor, Beret stared, watching. Odd, thought L'tor, then he remembered when Beret was a baby, not given to crying or laughing, just observation.
"It's all right Lirann. I'd like to introduce you to Konath. He would talk to you if he could. As it is, he doesn't have the gift, except to me and other dragons when they're near enough. That's his achilles heel really. Konath, may I introduce you to my mother Rethinn of Nerat, and my sister Lirann, and my brother Beret." Konath blinked one swirling blue-green eye and nodded his head.
"What is it?" asked Lirann
"Lirann, this is a dragon, I've told you about dragons." said Rethinn to the little girl, coming over to her to pat her on the head, with Beret hanging around her neck.
"oh! I've never seen one before. Except a drawing. You are a pretty color. Are there many brown dragons?"
"there aren't many of any dragons." said L'tor "though Gold dragons are the rarest. Konath is the best dragon in all the weyrs though."
"Is he?"
"of course he is, he's my dragon. well, he would say I'm HIS rider." Lirann giggled at this.
"I like you Konath." said Lirann
I am fond of you too little one, L'tor speaks of all of you often. As it is, I fear we have tarried too long. We will visit again when we have explicit leave to do so.
"I'm afraid mother that I must cut this meeting short. tell father I send my love. I don't technically have leave to be here. When i do I shall return" With a kiss and a promise of a painting of Konath for Lirann, a kiss and hug to the shy toddler Beret, and a fond tight embrace to his mother, he replaced all his riding gear and headed back to the weyr. He visited at least once a month for a few days.
L'tor's first love was a green dragon rider. He was eighteen. Green riders however have a reputation, and unfortunately in this case they were true. She was caught cheating one day. L'tor was always on a quest for a partner. A partner like Konath, only one that was a woman. Not that Konath didn't fill most of his void, but there was that need for human contact, human fondness. L'tor's love life could only be described as chaotic, or perhaps interesting. L'tor developed a weakness for beautiful women. He would start with a compliment. As an artist he developed his skills by picking out beautiful women and then drawing them, nude of course. They were each his muse. Konath would laugh and jibe with L'tor.
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Gender: Male
Age: 35
Orientation:straight
Rank: weyrlingmaster
Family: His mother, Rethin age 54, his younger sister Lirann age 26, her husband Treth, age 30, and their five children, Beret age 8, male, Winess age 6, female, Ranell age 6, female, Farin age 4 male, Leton age 2 male, live on the coast of Nerat as a modest lower-middle class family. Lirann is a seamstress of high quality, but is not technically a craftsmen, Treth works at the docks loading and unloading ships. L'tor's father, Letor Senior, died during threadfall at age 65, Along with L'tor's Brother Beret, died age 23.
Pets: None
Appearance: L'tor stands 6'5" tall,of fairly lean build. He has dark hair that is curly and often unruly. He grows out his beard when he can, though he never lets it get too scraggly. His face is built strongly, a nose with character, prominant cheekbones, good jaw, and a high forehead. His eyes are Blue, piercing at times, and kind at others. He has laugh lines around his eyes and wrinkles. His years spent indoors has rendered his once tanned skin lighter.
His dress consists of pants and a shirt most times, of fairly practical design and weave. He enjoys, however, making himself look handsome occasionally, once a week particularly he will look nice, he finds it raises his spirits.He has some more beautiful articles, a tunic embroidered with leaves of auburn, red, and gold thread. His sister is a fairly skilled and eccentric seamstress, and as such L'tor has many interesting pieces in his wardrobe including various dublets and coats in new designs.
Personality: L'tor never asks for much, he feels he doesn't need it. He went without plenty growing up, in his opinion it did him no harm. The extravagance with which the holders lived their lives seems to L'tor useless and silly. L'tor is a fairly accepting human being, he tries to understand people, as they are so mysterious to him. He loves children, and has always wanted one of his own. He is kind and of a noble mind. He is interested in morality and justice. L'tor can sometimes however be misinterpreted, he can seem callous, however this is just his way. He is a quiet man, though when he speaks it is eloquent and poignant, the secret he says, is to think.
History: Letor had been working at the docks all day, even though he was only 11. Just running errands and fetching water, though Letor had been getting taller by the minute and would soon be large enough to work the docks. The air was thick with condensation from the nearby rainforests and the sun beat down steadily through the tropical haze. Letor wiped sweat from his brow using the bottom of his rough linen shirt. His father, Letor senior, waved him over from the docks, he'd recognize his father's unruly hair and beard anywhere along with his cheerful smile.
"Hoi! Letor!" he called. Letor grabbed the water pouch that he had just filled at the well and, trotting steadily, approached his father. "Thank you my boy" he said with obvious pride, ruffling the curls on Letor's head. The sun was wrestling the horizon's pull, lingering a few inches above the horizon, it's colors splayed across the glittering undulating ocean. Letor Senior patted the place next to him "Sit my boy," and handed him the water pouch. Letor took the water sitting and watching the ocean with his father. They watched the fish glimmering just below the surface, sometimes merely shadows beneath the waves, and the ships all at dock. "It's important Letor to appreciate the day" Letor senior began "every day is a gift that we can't hope to comprehend. That's why I watch the sunset, there is a lot of beauty in the world, son, if you only stop to see it." Letor nodded and swallowed a large gulp of water. He understood, his mother was fond of beauty as well, she painted and sewed and arranged flowers along with cooking and cleaning and rearing children. Letor was the older brother of a pretty little one year old with golden curls on her round head, and mother would pick flowers every morning from her garden to put near the baby named Lirann. From both of his parents he learned the appreciation of life and beauty which instilled in him a quiet awe for the world.
A couple of years pass in the blink of an eye, thought Letor as he walked with his father to the docks. His mother had just given birth to another son, named Beret. His wide sensitive gray-blue eyes seemed to observe the world in awe, he laughed loud like Letor senior and brought joy to all in the house. Letor was already almost as tall as his father, though Letor was lean and stretched looking, as most pubescent boys are. Letor had been working full days since his thirteenth birthday. Letor looked up and drank up the sky, to others his dreamy expression was quite odd, but then again he was at an odd age. He saw a great winged beast- he realized it was a dragon. As the dragon got lower he saw the sun beautifully sliding over the smooth body. The angled head on a beautifully arched neck, wings stretching across the sky made Letor's young mind overflow with awe. Some day, thought Letor, he would like to see a dragon closer, he had seen a dozen or so beasts drift past the horizon. To his surprise, the dragon dropped down at the hold. Letor's heart pounded as the blue dragon soared above his head. What a beautiful blue! thought Letor. He looked to his father, and his father nodded an unspoken assent, that meant 'go ahead'.
Letor sprinted toward where the dragon had landed. The blue was standing magnificently, shifting his weight from leg to leg, wings closed. Letor memorized the details of the dragon in his mind, to scribble down later. The rider was of medium build, about Letor's height, and as he removed his helmet it revealed a kind and curious face. Life is nothing without curiosity, thought Letor. Then the rider caught his eye, and stared back. Letor thought he could feel the man's heartbeat.
"I am here on search for Ista weyr" he said as Letor's chest continued to pound. He didn't even dare hope of a dragon.
Letor had been searched, and when he first arrived to the weyr he was frightened, cold and homesick. Though he would never have let anyone know, he didn't want to bother anyone with his troubles, though he was mostly boy yet. He clung to a quilt of patches of fabric his mother had sewn for him and clutched it around his body. As the weeks and months before hatching passed, he became used to weyr life. The hatching loomed like a test of strength for Letor, never having been the strongest. He knew that no matter what he would do fine, and as the other young men involved themselves in mischief and the young ladies cried or fluttered or squeeled, and all was nervous. Letor just silently watched and absorbed all of the motions and sights around him. On the hot sands, Letor gazed around him, as all the others did. Then the humming started. The eggs began to quiver. The first dragon to hatch was a green, followed by a bronze. As dragons mauled, clawed and erupted from their eggs and to their dragonriders Letor felt more and more distant, until an egg with a dusty auburn color started to rock back and forth rythmically, Letor's eyes were locked. The egg rolled and cracked and an angular copper-brown head came through the holes, followed by a shattering of shell and the emerging of a small dragon body. The dragon gazed at him.
"I am Konath. You are my rider." he said
Ista weyr was a strange place at first to L'tor. The caverns were cold, he often slept with two blankets. Another thing he missed was the ocean, he could see it glittering in the distance, but to be near the raw power and majesty of so vast a body of water was like being close to a god. He thought of this as he bathed his beautiful brown Konath.
"I miss the ocean. My little brother... I will never see him grow to manhood, I won't be able to continue to teach Lirann about words and the world. My mother will no longer have me sit with her in our small garden, and I will no longer work by my father's side." He confided to Konath
do not worry, friend Konath spoke to him When I am a grown dragon, and we master going in between, we can visit fairly often, I'm sure of it. I quite like your family, from what is in your mind.
"Thank you Konath" L'tor's name change was strange to him; Letor was not so very different, but as he used to ponder by the sea at his home, do we become the name, or the name become us? He was never sure. However of one thing he was certain. Everything was different now that he had Konath in his life. He filled up his whole day, from washing and feeding, to talking. Konath could lighten any of his moods, could share with him any thought that seemed too dull or too morose for others. The training took years, Konath excelled at everything. He was big for a brown, and could sustain fire for the longest amount of time in the class, and the weyrlingmaster said even perhaps for adult dragons as well. L'tor was full of pride for his beautiful brown, the color of polished dark wood, glittering and magnificent.
I am rather magnificent aren't I Konath said after that particular thought. L'tor laughed fully and loudly
"You egotistical lizard."
I am far from a lizard. as you well know. Maybe I could turn you into a nice barbecue and you would appreciate the difference L'tor just laughed at this. Finally came the lessons for going Between.
"remember how dangerous this is students, we've had many a good rider go between from not memorizing his coordinates correctly. Envision it in your mind. Focus. Don't try to go between to a place you don't know." After the master's speech, L'tor was nearly white with fear. He didn't fear for himself, just his dear Konath. we shall do excellent Konath spoke reasurringly
"How do you know?"
You are excellent at visual memorization. You don't even realize it, you're a born artist. You have all the excellent qualities of a woman, you know.
"and you have all the excellent qualities of a wall ornament." laughed L'tor
I'm too large at this point to be a wall ornament.
L'tor mounted his dragon, and they envisioned the coast on Nerat. He popped up over the docks on his Brown dragon. The men on the docks nearly had a stroke. Konath looked for a place to set down. A few years had passed but nothing had really changed. L'tor quickly stripped off his thick riding gear. He was left with his trousers, brown riding boots and his linen tunic. He had already begun to be more graceful, more handsome. Less ungainly. His jaw had widened, his shoulders broadened, his upper and lower body more proportioned. Konath had set down in the small square just outside L'tor's house. It was a harder landing for Konath, his size being what it was, but despite his bulk he was still agile enough to make the landing. He heard a child laughing, and then the familiar sound of his mother singing in the garden. He knocked on the front door. The singing stopped, his pulse beat through his head and ears as his ears strained to hear the footsteps going toward the door, smaller footsteps following. The familiar aquamarine painted door swung open. His mother gasped.
"LETOR!!!" she cried and threw her arms around him. L'tor grinned widely and tears formed in his eyes. His mother kissed him once on the mouth and four times on the cheek. "My dear, my dear! I haven't seen you in so long... I am so sorry I couldn't visit, but with Lirann and Beret..." He could see mother's guilt rising in his mother, Rethin's eyes.
"Mother!" he interrupted her "I hardly had time, we've been training all this time. We just learned how to fly Between, I've been longing to see you. Now I can see you more often. Besides, I'm seventeen now mother, I'm old enough to take care" he grinned. Rethinn's eyes started to mist with tears.
"that you are. Oh my!" she said "come in my love! come in! let me take a good look at you!" he came in and grinned. He saw little Lirann, her eyes wide, he had seen her last when she was three. Three! Did she even remember him? Her golden curls were still the lightest white, her eyes were round and blue, with long light brown lashes. Her soft cheek was round and plump as a peach, and rosy. He made a funny face at her, and her face alighted and she giggled, she ran toward him.
"Lirann! do you remember me?"
"brother." she said surprisingly formally as she hugged him. "I've been learning to read. Like you told me."
"By the egg! You are so clever." said L'tor and sat Lirann on his knee. The three year old Beret begged to be let up by his mother, his head covered in chestnut colored curls, and his eyes a smokey blue. He had a strikingly beautiful face, much like Lirann in quality. "This little gentleman must be Beret" Rethin nodded as she picked up the toddler and put him on her lap.
My friend, mind if I poke my head in, I feel rather left out.
"oh! mother, can Konath put his head through the shuddered window on the side facing the square? He wants to meet you and the little ones."
"oh- of course!" Rethinn said with her merry smile. Rethinn looked hardly older, there were lines around her eyes and mouth, laugh lines, she had grown plumper, more square. But her bright blue eyes glowed the same, they gave off the same idea that on the inside she was always smiling. L'tor opened the shutters to the side window. A great brown angled head managed to gracefully ensconce itself inside the window frame. Lirann screeched and hid behind L'tor, Beret stared, watching. Odd, thought L'tor, then he remembered when Beret was a baby, not given to crying or laughing, just observation.
"It's all right Lirann. I'd like to introduce you to Konath. He would talk to you if he could. As it is, he doesn't have the gift, except to me and other dragons when they're near enough. That's his achilles heel really. Konath, may I introduce you to my mother Rethinn of Nerat, and my sister Lirann, and my brother Beret." Konath blinked one swirling blue-green eye and nodded his head.
"What is it?" asked Lirann
"Lirann, this is a dragon, I've told you about dragons." said Rethinn to the little girl, coming over to her to pat her on the head, with Beret hanging around her neck.
"oh! I've never seen one before. Except a drawing. You are a pretty color. Are there many brown dragons?"
"there aren't many of any dragons." said L'tor "though Gold dragons are the rarest. Konath is the best dragon in all the weyrs though."
"Is he?"
"of course he is, he's my dragon. well, he would say I'm HIS rider." Lirann giggled at this.
"I like you Konath." said Lirann
I am fond of you too little one, L'tor speaks of all of you often. As it is, I fear we have tarried too long. We will visit again when we have explicit leave to do so.
"I'm afraid mother that I must cut this meeting short. tell father I send my love. I don't technically have leave to be here. When i do I shall return" With a kiss and a promise of a painting of Konath for Lirann, a kiss and hug to the shy toddler Beret, and a fond tight embrace to his mother, he replaced all his riding gear and headed back to the weyr. He visited at least once a month for a few days.
L'tor's first love was a green dragon rider. He was eighteen. Green riders however have a reputation, and unfortunately in this case they were true. She was caught cheating one day. L'tor was always on a quest for a partner. A partner like Konath, only one that was a woman. Not that Konath didn't fill most of his void, but there was that need for human contact, human fondness. L'tor's love life could only be described as chaotic, or perhaps interesting. L'tor developed a weakness for beautiful women. He would start with a compliment. As an artist he developed his skills by picking out beautiful women and then drawing them, nude of course. They were each his muse. Konath would laugh and jibe with L'tor.
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