[High Reaches] L'thor and green Raith's weyr

[TawnyAngel]

Welcome to the weyr of L'thor and green Raith!

Feel free to sit down for a drink and a chat if the owner is in.
If he's out, drop him a message and he'll get back to you.

The weyr is large, and is located high up on the caldera, slightly west of the center. The dragon's bed is covered with black sand, presumably the rider gathered it himself from the beaches of Ista. The rider's quarters are neat, but very comfotably furnished. The bed has plenty of furs on it - some very good quality - the floor is covered with rugs, and there are hangings on the wall with simple but pleasing patterns that call a tropical environment to mind. Clothing is either stored folded up in alcoves along the back wall or hangs from pegs along the same wall. Riding gear is also stored on pegs, but these lie along the left hand wall. Also along the left wall are several more alcoves, holding assorted possessions, bottles, and cups. So far as other furniture goes, there is a small table beside the bed with a hairbrush, comb, and hand mirror on it, and four comfortable looking wickerwork chairs for when the rider has company.

Pixel Raith by Skie! <33  

[TawnyAngel]

Contents

"Oh!" the rider looks up from mending some harness and offers you a smile. "Hello there, I don't think I recognise you. I'm L'thor, and the beauty out on the ledge is Raith; feel free to take a look around the place, but please don't mess anything up, I only just finished cleaning from last night!"

1. Welcome
2. Contents
3. The rider
4. The dragon
5. First Impressions
6. Firelizard corner
7. Friends and foes
8. Happenings
9. L'thor's diary  

[TawnyAngel]

The Rider

"Me?" L'thor grins at you and shrugs. "Well in short I'm an amazing, sexy, bright person with frequent moments of extreme bitchiness, and all the common sense of a wher. There's a lot more to say of course, but I'd hate to bore you... Unless you'd really like to know?"

Basics

Given name: Lunthor
Rider name: L’thor
Age: 27
Sex: Male
Orientation: Homosexual
Rank: Wingrider


Appearance

Height: 5’11
Build: Lithe
Hair: Chestnut brown, wavy, shoulderblade length
Eyes: Grey
Skin: Olive, tanned
Face: High-cheekboned, sharp, handsome in a slightly pretty way
Detailed appearance: L’thor is fairly tall, light olive skinned, and lithely muscled with a sharp, high-cheekboned face that is on the pretty side or reasonably handsome. His hair falls to his shoulderblades, is mid-chestnut brown, and slightly wavy; it goes some little way to softening his pointy features when it isn’t tied back in a practical braid. According to him, cutting it short simply isn't an option; his vanity wouldn’t suffer it. His eyes are grey, piercing, and usually alight with one powerful emotion or another. A number of long thin scars cover the fronts of his thighs and his chest; most are little more than fine white lines, but a few are deeper. They don't seem to make him feel any less attractive however, and he isn't shy about undressing in front of other people. When not in his riding gear, he prefers comfortably but elegantly cut clothes in muted tones; his personality is vibrant enough that he doesn’t need his clothes to shout for him.


Personality

Likes: Raith, L’thor, handsome men, wine, banter, papering Raith, flying (fast)
Dislikes: Boredom, lazy people, stupid people, bronze riders, children
Quote: "That man has a tail-fork where his mouth should be, balls where his brain should be, and where his balls should be there's blackest between."
Character tracks: He’s a pirate dragonrider

Extended personality: L’thor is witty, often cuttingly so, observant, passionate, proud and often somewhat vain. Calm is a word that can seldom be attached to him without a negative in the sentence as well. Quick to laugh and quick to anger over even the smallest matters, he has both many friends (who he loves dearly) and many enemies (who he hates with equal intensity); he seldom feels neutral about anyone he knows more than in passing. He is extremely confident in himself, extremely proud and perhaps a little more outspoken than he ought to be, but seldom outright disrespectful of his superiors (in their presence at any rate.) While on duty he can be counted on to follow orders and keep his witticisms internal, but under other circumstances he often can’t resist the urge to make a cutting remark or two when told to do something he considers stupid, pointless or demeaning.

He is a very stubborn person, and once he has decided to do something he tends to do it even if he knows it isn’t very sensible. Similarly, though he usually knows when it would be sensible to back down from a confrontation he often does not, which has got him into varying degrees of trouble over the turns. However, his stubbornness also leads him to stick firmly by his friends and makes him determined to carry out his duties no matter what.

Despite his confidence and gregarious nature, he gives away little about himself save to those he knows best. This is not because he has great traumas to hide or because he is ashamed of anything he has ever done, but because he doesn’t like the idea of someone who could become an enemy knowing anything personal about him at all. Until he considers someone a true friend, he does his best to turn probing questions about himself aside, or proceeds to spin a wonderfully exciting answer that even a watch-wher could tell was entirely contrived.

In his free time L'thor loves to socialize, pamper his dragon Raith, and go flying with her. The pair of them are thrill seekers in the air, and love nothing better than steep dives, sharp turns and barrel rolls. He has little use for just lazing about (save in bed with company) and bores very easily if he has nothing to do.


History

Lunthor is a trader’s son and spent his childhood traveling from hold to hold with his extended family. His only worries as a boy were keeping up with his share of the chores and trudging through bad weather over bad ground. His friends were his siblings and cousins, but thanks to his quick wit he was able to make temporary friends wherever he went. Late in his fourteenth turn, Lunthor and his family were traveling along the coast when his youngest sister found a nest of flit eggs that seemed to have been abandoned. Intending to trade them at the next hold, his uncle the leader of their caravan took the clutch but they hatched before they arrived. Lunthor, who was on watch at the time, impressed a pair of blues out of the predominantly green clutch, and the quicker members of his family managed to impress a hatching or two for themselves as well.

At the age of fifteen, he was Searched by a rider from Ista Weyr. His family were proud to let him go, although more than a little worried given that he would be an adult rider when the Thread came if he successfully Impressed. Lunthor never looked back for a moment; though he loved his family and would miss them, he like many boys had always dreamed of being Searched. He saw it as his duty and his privilege to go with the rider and do his best to Impress a hatching. When the eggs hatched however, he was not one of those chosen by a dragon.

Being the proud confident boy that he was, Lunthor decided that he would stay on at the Weyr and try again next time there was a clutch; clearly none of the hatchlings in that clutch had been meant for him. His perseverance was rewarded when he stood for another Impression; the third egg to hatch of the clutch was a green, and she came straight to him. The young dragon’s name was Raith and Lunthor, or L'thor as he became, was certain he had never seen anything so beautiful in his life.

L'thor went on to be a competent weyrling, but often found himself in trouble for talking back to the werylingmaster. He was not at all put off by the punishment duties he was assigned, though he did complain eloquently about them when given the chance. During the first weeks of his werylinghood, he noticed an attractive boy of about his own age named D’los who had also Impressed a green. He befriended D’los and, the two got along excellently; D’los’ sweet gentle nature balanced L’thor’s extreme moods perfectly, and by the time their dragons were half grown they were a couple. They became weyrmates as soon as they were assigned to their adult wings.

Life passed fairly uneventfully for L’thor until he was twenty four turns old. That changed during a drill of D’los’ wing, when D’los and a newly graduated brown rider collided in mid air. The brown rider and both dragons died soon after the accident, but D’los survived long enough to make his weyrmate promise to fight the Thread for him too when it came. Though he was devastated by the loss, having that promise to keep to his partner kept L’thor from true depression. As the overcrowding issues suffered by Ista Weyr were getting bad even then, a couple of sevendays after D’los' death he invited a close friend of his (V'kain) to move into the comfortable weyr the two of them had shared. Fortunately their dragons continued to get along we well as they ever had, and the arrangement worked out well.

For around three turns he lived on at Ista, gaining two brown flitts to add to his collection, but no matter how much he loved the place the crowding became too much for him and his dragon. When it came down to it, the chance to make a new start at High Reaches was one they could not pass up. As yet none of his firelizards have followed him to the chilly place, but he hopes to see them again in the end.  

[TawnyAngel]

The Dragon

"Her?" L'thor looks out at his lifemate, and a soft smile spreads across his sharp features. "Why, she's only the greatest and most beautiful dragon that's ever lived! There's never been one like her, she's as close to perfect as anyone could ever be... Well, in my eyes at any rate!"

Cert

Appearance

Raith is very dark rich green mottled all over with a slightly lighter green. The mottling is so smooth and even that the only way to guess at her base hue is that fact that her wing membranes are unmarked and coloured the first very dark green. Her eyes are most commonly a serene blue, and next most commonly a brighter, clearly amused blue. Her claws are black, and she is around average length for a green, but very slender and light. Her length means that her agility is around average and while her slight body makes her less enduring than an average green, at the same time gives her above average speed in a straight line. She will be one of those who flies a third of a Threadfall as opposed to half without a doubt, but the time she spends in the air she will be moving very swiftly indeed.


Personality

Likes: Handsome blues, sleeping in the sun, being pampered, tender herdbeats, flying (fast)
Dislikes: Itchy skin, cold weather, people who insult or hurt her rider, people who insult her appearance, bronzes
Quote: "Or you could not punch him, and save us both getting assigned late watch for a sevenday."
Character tracks: Moondance

Extended personality: Raith is as calm and patient as her rider is passionate and hot-tempered. She can often restrain him from doing anything truly stupid, and does her best to placate the dragons of those her rider insists on antagonizing. She also balances L’thor’s tendency to make whimsical snap decisions, calling for her friend to think twice about slapping the wingleader’s backside appreciatively or turning up for a dressing down naked after having his clothes insulted. She is an intelligent dragon, good with words, and understands the way human minds work. Were it not for her distinctly average memory, she might seem more woman than dragon in conversation.

This said, Raith does share her rider’s tendency to feel very strongly about people one way or another; she’s just a lot better at not acting on her negative feelings and keeping them to herself. In addition, when she doesn't see any harm in it, she enjoys listening to her rider throw quips at people, though she prefers the light-hearted comments L'thor shoots at his friends to the acid comments he spits at his foes. Even better than this, she loves to tease him and swap banter; she won't engage in word play with many others, but she will stretch to witty observations when she feels like it.

Raith is of a kind and gentle disposition, willing to accept fuss from almost anyone and, starkly unlike her rider, quite fond of children. She loves being pampered, and L'thor spends about as much time washing, scrubbing and oiling her as a gold rider might spend on their mount, though this is as much for his enjoyment as her own. Much like her rider she is very proud of her appearance, and insulting it is one of the few things that can really raise her ire. When she isn't being made a fuss of, Raith would prefer to either be lounging in the sun or streaking through the sky at breakneck speed with her rider.


Statistics

Size: Average. Raith is maybe a little slimmer even than the average green, but not starkly so, and she’s of average height and length.
Resilience: Below average. She’s a creature of comfort really, and can only take so much pain before she has to drop out.
Speed: Above average. Her slight build makes Raith a good deal faster in a straight line than an average green, but her maneuverability is only average so the net advantage she has is small.
Stamina: Average.
Strength: Below average. As a slim dragon even for a green, Raith has little power to put behind things.
Intelligence: Average.
Wit: Above average. She quite a clever one with her words, good with people, and quick to react.


Why?

Raith and L'thor share intelligence, wit, vanity, and are very well aware of all of these traits in themselves. Where L'thor is too sharp and rash however, Raith holds him back gently and placates those she feels he has been too harsh with. From L'thor, Raith gains great entertainment, and the adulation the vain green is sure she deserves. They also share a great love of handsome men save from bronzes and their riders, whom they look upon with scorn. Both of them also revel in flight, especially high speed flight with lots of interesting stunts.  

[TawnyAngel]

First Impressions

"Our Impression? Shards it seems like forever ago now." L'thor grins and shakes his head. "I kept a piece of her shell you know, a memento." Rising to his feet, he walks over to a small alcove in one wall of the weyr and takes out a little wooden box. Moving back across the room, he opens it to show you the contents; a piece of mottled blue shell about half the size of his palm. "Didn't actually think of it at the time, but it was stuck to her shoulder, I retrieved it once we were off the sands."  

[TawnyAngel]

Firelizard Corner

Over in one corner of the weyr is a large wicker basket set on a stool and heavily padded with small animal pelts. Currently a rather fat dark blue firelizard is asleep in the middle. "The flitts are all supposed to sleep in there," L'thor explains, "and they happily do so during the day. As soon as I go to bed however, they come to join me. It makes having Company rather difficult! You try beating off four curious flitts when you're trying to have a private moment, it really kills the mood."

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Dusk is large for a blue, and a very lazy flit. He loves to sleep in the sun, and when he's going around with L'thor he'll ride on his shoulder rather than flying. He has never missed a meal in his life, and doesn't intend to start any time soon. He is happy to accept fuss from anybody, and if offered food and attention by someone other than L'thor he will happily ride around on their shoulder until his master actively calls him back. In general he is very relaxed; the only things that get him worked up is people being noisy while he's trying to sleep, or people trying to steal his food.

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River is smaller, more active, and more excitable than his brother Dusk; he likes to be wherever L'thor is, and the green rider often has trouble shaking him off for drills and liaisons. He is a very curious little flit, has an unfortunate tendency to stick his nose where it shouldn't be, and to steal small unattended objects, which he then hides around L'thor's weyr. Quite a lot of the things he 'steals' don't actually belong to anyone; he prizes his collection of pebbles very highly! He enjoys causing havoc on L'thor's behalf, and will often swipe food from and zoom past the ears of people his human doesn't like.

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Rust - River's get - is extroverted, willful and intelligent. He loves to explore, but is a sensible sort and doesn't take risks. As flitts go he is fairly quiet, seldom vocalizing, but when he does his voice is soft and engaging. Very shy of strangers, if somebody he doesn't know well tries to stroke him he will first warn them off with a hiss. If they don't take the hint, he will scratch or bite the offending hand and then flee back to L'thor. He needs a lot of attention to keep him happy, and gets on well with other flitts once he knows them. He needs time to himself too, however, and will often vanish for a few candlemarks if he is feeling crowded.




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Dancer is out to please everyone! He loves the sound of laughter and the sight of smiles, and will do all he can to get them, and some treats or petting too if at all possible. He dances around and chirps endearingly whenever he spots someone who looks unhappy, bored, or lonely, and he doesn't like to leave them until they look happier no matter what L'thor says. In the past, this has led to him hanging around with another human for days at a time. Dancer is also a great lover of music, and if he is missing at meal times it might well be because he has become distracted by listening to a harper.  

[TawnyAngel]

Friends and Foes

Still looking over at flitt corner, L'thor frowns slightly; it seems he has spotted a discarded cup under the stool. "Wher-balls," he mutters, getting to his feet and striding over to recover it. "I thought I'd cleaned everything up," he explains as he puts it back in its proper place, "had some friends over last night. Sometimes I think some of them must secretly be against me," he adds jokingly, "the state they leave my place in."

Panata: A nice young candidate who was assigned to clean Raith when I sprained my wrist. He's rather shy of dragons, got beaten up badly at the last hatching, but he still intends to stand. He needs to get a bit more backbone in him in general actually, but he's only young, I expect it'll come with time. I hope he gets a green! Me too, I like him, he's very sweet.


R'ysan: A young greenrider; he seems practical, and a good laugh. Raith and I may be giving him and a few friends extra lessons on bits and pieces they feel they're not quite up to speed on. We're certainly planning to have a nice social circle for greens, blues, and maybe a brown or two. Should be fun!


Veyes: A very dear friend of mine, wouldn't swap him for the world. A bit of a dreamer, full of wonderful but impractical ideas, and with a good heart behind it all. I hope he Impresses soon! He means a lot to me too, he deserves to find his lifemate out on the sands.  

[TawnyAngel]

Happenings

"I suppose my life's fairly interesting," L'thor chuckles as he returns to perch on the edge of his bed. "It's... eventful certainly. Hardly a day seems to go by without something interesting for me to do, or someone new for me to meet. I suppose that's the nice thing about moving to a new place; so much to explore. Mind you, life back at Ista wasn't exactly dull either!"

Inactive
In progress

The tropical tetrad
Sharding cold!
Acclimatizing
Disaffected much?
Need for speed
Wing get together
Reunions
The ghost, its shadow, and the man
Meet the family?
A little helper
Flitts a-hoy!
Guess who’s back
Quarentine
lenty to talk about

Ista

Flitts and sewing don’t mix
After dinner chatting
New beginnings
Something fishy
Introductions
You’re taking my daughter where?
What to do on a sunny day
Try something different
Smithy for hire
LICE!
Easiest search ever
Good end to a bad day
A day in the life
The gather
Somewhere outside Lemos
The snake hatching
The snake hatching feast
The horse hatching
Scouring the beach  

[TawnyAngel]

L'thor's Diary

As he shifts into a slightly more comfortable position, L'thor disturbs a pillow and a large ledger becomes visible. Noting your interest, he lays an almost protective hand on the volume. "My very secret diary," he explains. "Cost me an arm and a leg, but I like to have a place to record my thoughts and feelings. I don't write in it every day, I'd use up the pages too fast, it's just for important things. Don't even think about reading it," he adds with a slight scowl, "or I'll have your guts for riding straps, kapish?"

Moving home
The effects of reunions
Improvements
Resoloution
For the love of green dragons
The return of the flitts
Plague


Ista

New beginnings
Something fishy
Introductions
Look!
Rust
The incident with the lake
Repucissions
Another one
Hopes after the hatching
Dancer
Gold eggs and green leaders
Beyond belief
Consequences
Unrequited love


Writings

Lunthor’s first day at Ista Weyr
The morning after D’los’ death
Around half a turn after D’los’ death
Returning from the Veyes fiasco
The decision to leave Ista  

[TawnyAngel]

Shards. I. Am. So. Tired. The last few sevendays are a total blur. V'kain told me that Telgar and High Reaches were looking for transfers and... Well I only investigated on a whim, after all Ista is our home, mine and Raith's. So I payed a visit to each, really tried to suss out what was going on. I liked High Reaches better than Telgar, because the men didn't freak out when I flirted with them. I still thought little of it though, it was just... I don't know, a contingency plan if things got really bad. Then, though, I started thinking more.

At both Weyrs they didn't have much but wherries for the dragons, but they were fat enough, and there were plenty of them. There were a lot of free weyrs, ones larger even than mine! The thing was... the thing was that things were getting worse at Ista, slowly but surely. In the end it had to be Raith that came first. I handed in my transfer request, and started moving my things the next day. I'm mostly settled in now, a few more bits to bring, and luckily for me, three other Istan green riders are coming along. All girls, all rather young, but I've got to know them and I rather like them. I won't be alone here, and nor will Raith.

It's just... well I miss my other friends, and I'm worried about Veyes. Will he think I did this to get away from him? The whole... thing with the beach wasn't that long ago. I spoke to him before I went, told him why, but I'm not sure he believed me. I suppose there's not a lot I can really do to change it if that's what he thinks though, and it's not like I'm going to avoid seeing him, we'll go back for visits and everything...

I hope I don't regret this.  

[TawnyAngel]

More shards. Veyes is here, and I didn't leave for the reasons I thought I did, and I'm tired, and I can't just keep ignoring these creepy dreams. He means so much to me, Veyes, but right now... He just reminds me of you. Ever since he said he loved me on the beach my head's been in a tangle. I think about you more often during the day, which is pleasant, and dream about you more which is not. Strange, strange dreams. You look like him, speak in his voice, use his mannerisms, and he does the same in reverse. You ask me why I let you die, he asks me why I left.

It was for Raith too, of course it was, but the discomfort caused by his admission to me pushed it over the edge. I've been pretending the talk I had with 'kain didn't happen, because I didn't want to admit that getting away from Veyes was one of my reasons for leaving Ista.

Now he's here, and I don't know what to do.

Well, I do, I just don't know how to do it.

I have to tell him the truth, explain why I just up and left. It will explain a lot more about our first meeting, too, why I was daft enough to jump on a cat to rescue him. I just hope he doesn't think that I only care about him because he's like you in some ways. It isn't like that, it isn't like that at all. You're more different than alike in personality. Yes, I love in him things that I loved in you, but that's because I love those traits, not because he reminds me of you. I hope he'll understand. I hope I'll be able to explain. I hope this is all sorted out soon. I hope that by talking about it I'll be able to sort my own mind out. I hope my flitts come back. I hope Veyes Impresses, I especially hope he manages a blue or a green! I hope for a lot of things 'los, I just wish I could believe they will come to be a little more than I do.  

[TawnyAngel]

Improvements? I suppose so. I feel less like my brain is melting out of my ears and I'm hoping to meet up with Veyes' mother to ask about you. Yes, you and he are related, should have knows that... maybe I did but preferred not to think about it. He really does look like you, you know; I got out that painting of us you did and compared the two of you. He's somewhat more masculine, not that that's hard, but the similarity is still hugely striking. Right now we think that you might be cousins.

Why is it that I write my journal entries to you? I don't think it's because I'm fantasizing you're still around and I'm telling you about my day. I suppose it just gives me focus, writing to somebody is easier than just trying to get your thoughts down on a page. I find it is anyway...

I need to remember not to get him drunk in future, he was only one step away from making out with me when Raith intervened. He's just too young for me to even consider it right now. Yes, alright, I know when I was his age I was sleeping with older men but I was already experienced by then, and I was the younger man not the older one. I just can't stomach the thought, he needs to be an adult... So either three or so turns older, or bonded to a dragon old enough to understand. Even then though I don't think I could give him what he really wants. He's a good person, and I love him dearly, but as a friend. You can't force yourself to fall in love, either you feel it or you don't. I hope he moves on soon, finds a nice boy - or girl - his own age or at least close to. Nothing I can do about it though I suppose. I'll just keep going as I am for now, and hope things work out for the best.  

[TawnyAngel]

Well, I think things are sorted now. You were a first cousin to Veyes, all similarity is explained, and I can move on. I do still miss you, but it's gone back to how it should be, to an almost pleasant feeling. Nostalgia. We had a lot of good times, didn't we? I'm having good times without you now though, you are the past. I hope you don't mind that I took off the bracelet, I've put it away in the box that has pieces of all the flitts shells. Not really related articles I know, but I'm short on nice boxes to keep things in so it'll have to do.

I'm looking forward to the next hatching now, hoping it'll be Veyes' lucky day. I want him to find a dragon, a green or a blue for preference... I'd still be happy for him if he Impressed a brown of course but... but it wouldn't be quite the same, you know? He would be above me as it were, and yes that would rankle. At least I know for sure he won't be chosen by a bronze, I don't know if I could stand that. Of course I would stay friends with him if he Impressed a brown, of course I would but... Well, our little circle of friends, all green and blue, it was nice, wasn't it? I miss 'Kain and Xerrienth, I must go and visit them soon, I know Raith's missing that hyperactive, over curious blue. I want to tell 'Kain that everything's sorted now, too.

Eh, I think I've rambled enough for now. What have I actually said? Life is looking up, I hope Veyes Impresses, I especially hope he Impresses green or blue, and I must go to see 'Kain. Right now, however, I must go to bed, I haven't felt this tired in turns!