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The weyr is quite cozy, if a little small. T'bell picked it due to its' large bath and storage room, one of the only smaller weyrs with that luxery.

His room is decorated with dyed harper blue furs and woven blankets over the bed, as well as many bits of parchment scattered over the many writing surfaces. Glow lanterns decorate the corners, as well as many half-melted candles and quills. He writes in his spare time, like most harpers do. Rarely does he compose songs however, but instead chronicles his adventures in the weyr. An old bound wherhide book stands out among those finer books on the bookshelf that sits beside the entrance to the bathroom, but it's so near the top that no on can likely reach it. It's his old journal, and put there once it was full. There are good memories in it, but also a neatly penned death-toll of all those who succombed to the disease that swept the weyr not long ago. His new diary lays hidden in some unseen place.

A fireplace sits against the outside wall, its stone mantle serving as a spot for more glowbaskets and odds and ends he collects.

Near the bed the stone floor is covered with a soft brown fur of some unknown beast. It keeps the morning chill from his toes before he takes his typical bath. A chest at the foot of his bed holds his clothing, and the one in Liliaths weyr hold her oil and riding harness.

Curtains block both the bathing room, storage room and exit from prying eyes, and a long set of stairs leads out of Liliaths weyr and into the rest of the halls. Anyone entering T'bells' home from inside the weyr will be forced ot face his dragon first. This tends to dissaude most sneaks.

The storage room has recently been changed to a small living space for his whatchwhers. The fireplace mantle is also decorated with new companions, and two firelizard eggs sit near the warmth. The gold one seems to shimmer even at night.


T'bells' shoulder knot. The two colours of the rope signify the holds' colours and the ribbon shows the colour of his dragon.

Name: T'bell (Tabellen prior to his dragonrider status)

Age: 19

Gender: Male

Hair: Black and thick. It's very curly, but he keeps it under control by wrestling it into a braid that usually falls to his shoulderblades. He leaves his bangs out, or they refuse to be put back, and they hang to just below his chin. He ties his braid with a strip of harper blue material.

Eyes: Medium green, similar to his dragon in colour.

Figure: Thin and quite androgenous. He was a harper previously, and could sing female parts before his voice changed.

Skin Type: pale, freckles appear on his cheeks in the summer

Riding gear desc: He tries to keep himself in darker clothes, so that'll usually be what he's found in, though he does have to have something in harper blue, even if it is just a bit of cloth wrapped around his wrist. His usual clothes are a seeveless tunic that's very nearly black, with a V cut into the neck where laces crisscross. His pants are a light tan and close with a button flap and due to his dislike for being fitted for clothes, tend to hang a bit low on his hips. He wraps a harper blue sash around his arm when he's going about daily business. If it's not there than it's likely around his wrist. His riding jacket is the same dark colour as his tunic and lined with the grey fur of an unfortunate beast to keep him warm during his time between. He doesn't wear this often though, not unless he's on his dragon or it's cold out, because Liliath makes jokes about him looking like a runt runnerbeast in it, or more often a wherry.

Personality: Well-spoken and a bit of a joker, he was in training to be a harper before he was carried off to be a dragonrider. He wouldn't have minded being a harper in the least, but he would have never turned down the chance to be a dragonrider. He's polite and eager to please, but once someone manages to get him mad he's a hell of a firecracker. To his mother and the Harper hall he holds a definate loyalty, to his sisters he holds ties of kin, but he will forever stand up for them. His mother is his main source of strength and worry, and he writes to her often. He is and always has been a fair person, even before his training as a harper, and has a weakness for animals of any sort. One of those bleeding hearts that would throw a fit over someone mistreating a watchwher.

T'bell began his life as Tabellan, a Harper. His soprano voice earned him a place in the chorus until puberty hit. Upon then he was delegated to copying records and ballads, as well as manufacturing instruments as he awaited his walk of the tables from apprentice to journyman.

Forever the imp, he was adept at sneaking into the kitchen and thieving bubbly pies. Though, most of the young harper boys had the same skill. His prized instrument was a wood flute, which he doesn't tend to play very much anymore since he's so busy. He makes them far better than he plays them, and many earned the stamp needed to be sold in gathers.

Like most young boys Tabellan wanted nothing more than to be a dragon rider. One of his good friends was taken off on a search when he was only 10, and Tabellen was extremely jealous and envious of him. He regaled his mother, who taught him his skill with flutes, with his tales and wishes of being a dragon rider and she happily listened to them all.

From the day he saw Jakin return to the hall as J'kin on his blue dragon he was in complete awe and determined more than ever before that he too would be a rider. He was the leader in numerous fireliard hunts, nevermind that they all turned out unsuccessful. He played dragon games and watched in awe as the dragons seared the thread from the sky.

When the news came that there had been a clutch at Rias weyr Tabellan was the first to greet the dragons. He made sure to serve them food and drink and spend a lot of time with J'kin's dragon, since he heard blues were susceptible to potential candidates. The dragons left and he was heartbroken that he had not been taken with them, but lo and behold only a few days later J'kin himself returned to cart Tabellen off the the weyr.

Off to be a dragon rider.








In the few days Tabellen spent at the weyr he was assaulted by the incredibly different atmosphere. At first he played games and told stories with the other candidates, but as the queen grew more fidgety, so did his trust in the other boys.

Soon all the others were to him was potential competition. He was not the worst among them of course, being one to shy away from confrontation most of the time, but the bigger and louder boys always were pushing and shoving the young and smaller ones around. He learned to stay out of their way and quickly became the mediator in most fights.

When the hum of the queen penetrated the weyr early one morning it was all hustle and bustle. Halfway before he even knew what was happening he found himself in white and being shoved down stairs to the hatching bowl with all the other people.

The crowd unnerved him at first, as he spread out amoung the candidates and they surrounded the eggs. They were all expecting so much. He could even see his moher in the stands...what would he do if he disappointed her? Could he stay here for the next impression? Could he bare to go back home dragonless?

The eggs began to crack and at once all the boys that had been shifting both from nerves and from the heat of the sand stood stone-still. The first to hatch was a brown, and it ambled off in the opposite direction. A bronze came, then another brown, a blue, more browns and bronzes, all going towards different people. He had the rising hope as a brown approached him, but it stumbled and caught the eye of a boy beside him and his hope was lost.

Then he looked to see a green hatchling wandering the sands, looking from boy to boy, even bumping into another dragon. He took a step forward, then another, then bent down to the dragons level and let out a quiet and high-pitched whistle, imitating the croons. The little green looked over at him.

Then he fell straight on his rump when something headbutted him from behind. He yelped at the hot sand and looked up into the swirling eyes of another green, the apparent offender.

My name is Liliath. A voice filled his mind as the dragon leaned over him. I'm hungry.

Impression was made.

Name: Flute
Flute took her sweet time hatching and only came out when she was good and ready. Unfortunatly her fashionable late arrival meant that T'bell had already been laid claim to by her blue companion. This doesn't bother her much, as she humours the poor simple thing and settles for stealing all of her owners time when the silly thing is out playing in the water. When she wants attention though, she is bound to get it. Her and Liliath seem to have formed a sort of team, and Flute regards the big dragon as a role-model.

























Name: Zephyr
A blue flitt, he was the first to hatch of the pair. Since then he's been competing with Flute for T'bells' attention. He's quite friendly, and very happy to be sitting on some part of his owner, cooing and chirping his opinions. He gives way to his gold companion, but only in matters not involving T'bell. If she'd like the shoulder he's perched on there can be a small tiff expected, and despite his smaller size he can be quite persuasive to the gold. He has a love for water, and loves to play in the rain or T'bells bathing pool.

T'bell, drawn by me to get a feel of his character before I roleplay him.



T'bell and Liliath in pixel form.


Just a night scene, maybe looking out from the top of the weyr as a dragon takes flight.


T'bell and his flitts Flute and Zephyr, not long after impression.


T'bell during Liliath's mating flight, featuring Tarlith, Zanith, Siventh and Zanylith in the background.


T'bell and K'rel, possibly during the mating flight, I'm not sure. It's smexy though.


Liliath and the pin-up section of the latest PlayPern, featuring Siventh and his impressive wingspan.

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Links to places of interest, both in and out of Gaia


Sairal's Guide to Pern
Interviews with Anne McCaffery, as well as information about the books and cannon reasons for the way Pern is.

Encyclopedia of Pern
A huge encyclopedia on Pern. Its got nearly everything, as well as a load of cannon info

Plants of Pern
A list of all the types of plants on pern, as well as descriptions of what they're used for and where they can be found.

Cibryen Weyr Guides
A wonderful source of updated information on whatchwhers that includes everything from Todds' recent book. Also a good source of information on dragons and flitts, including size charts.