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 Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2005 12:20 am
Welcome to the quarters of N'tren, the rider of bronze Datiath. Please be respectful of all things posted here and do not intrude while rider and dragon are out. Only members of the Skies of Pern or invited friends are allowed to post/comment here. All others will be tossed to the shipfish. Status: At the cove; trying to make things better
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2005 4:01 pm
TABLE OF CONTENTS Post One- The Welcome
Post Two- Table of Contents...Of course...
Post Three- The Rider
Post Four- The Dragon
Post Five- Friends
Post Six- Weyr Description
Post Seven- Possessions
Post Eight- The Impression
Post Nine- Links
Post Ten- Lessons
Post Eleven- Old Pictures
Post Twelve- Flits
Post Thirteen- Notes to Self
Post Fourteen- Disclaimer
Post Fifteen- And Just Because
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2005 4:08 pm
The Rider  Name: N'tren, formerly Nestren
Age: 16 turns (someone just had a naming day!)
Birthday: (would be the equilelent of March 27th)
Sex: male
Height: 5'5" (he had a growth spurt people)
Rank: senior weyrling: flight capable; bronze-rider
Family: Swakeal (father-minor holder outside of Rias)
Neteria (mother)
Ryalen (older brother)/Taleani (older sister)/Walaen (younger brother)/Kellae(younger sister)/Nelawa(younger sister)
Pets: A runt of a herd dog named Scruff. It is a dirty yellow-brown with laughing gold eyes and a lean look to him, like he never has enough to eat. Recently given away to help with tunnel snakes.
Description:N'tren is the second-born son and third-born child of Minor holder Swakeal and his woman, Neteria. When you look at him, you wonder if he is wide enough to cast a shadow, being very lean. Though he eats like a new-born dragon, it is obvious that N'tren's engery level keeps from anything sticking to his bones. His complexion is one that is very tan from working the fields and helping take care of the herd beasts; his tanned face is sprinkled with darker freckles. Finding a mint that leaves his breath fresh, he has also realized it helps to keep the teeth white as well, so his smile is a bright one when given. Not only that, but his eyes are the colors of new shoots just broken through the ground. Never one for fancy clothes or anything to make a fuss about, N'tren wears a loose pair of leather pants and an open light brown vest. He feet are often bare, though he does own a pair of sandals. Around his wrists there are leather strings which he has learned to use when in a tight pinch. The hair on his head is short and spiky, a very light brown that goes to a lighter blonde during the summer months.
Personality: N'tren has never minded the fact that he has come from a small hold or a large family. He is quick to smile and even quicker to make a person smile when they are down and out. He loves his family dearly and has been in more than one scrap defending his siblings. Taking a liking to the outdoors, his father allowed him to help in the gardens and with the herd beasts. While in the gardens, N'tren took an interest in the different plants that went in his food and now would like to learn his way around the kitchens. He can be very focused and it is hard to pull him away from whatever he is interested in; likewise, once his mind is set on something, it is hard for him to change gears. N'tren will always see a project through, no matter how long it takes. As thin as he is, he does not mind the way his is ribbed-though he does hope to gain some meat on his bones as he grows older. It may seem like this young man may have nothing but a sunny personality, but no one is perfect. He hates to see violence and he hates the way Thread has a hold on the inhabitants of Pern. Deep down, he is almost desparate to Impress a dragon so that he may ease the worries of those not under the established holds.
History: There is not much to tell for one only fifteen turns. N'tren's history is one that is painted prettily. He was the third-born child and as soon as he had his legs under him, he was expected to find ways to help out in the hold. Quickly finding a niche in the gardens and also with the herdbeasts, N'tren would volunteer for any job that allowed him to be outside. Being a proud and protective older brother, he has gotten into his share of scraps to help out his younger siblings. However, one day a dragonrider stopped at the hold to rest for the night. Curiousity won out and N'tren ended up questioning the rider for most of the night about the weyr. The next morning, N'tren decided that would be the place for him. Speaking to his mother and father about it, they agreed to let him go...not really worried about missing his help. When the next group of traders came through, N'tren hopped on board and made his way to Rias Weyr. He arrived shortly before his fourteenth birthing day and has taken a deep interest in cooking. Once there, he bugged the Headwoman, Cidrey, to allow him to be her errand boy. In fact, he bugged her everyday for severl sevendays before she finally gave in. Since then, he has been off and running...literally. When not helping to feed the Weyr's inhabitants, he is experimenting with ways to make different dishes.
Special: N'tren has learned the art of seasoning food and making pastries. He even has a small garden where he grows his own seasons so that everything will be fresh. The youth can also make friends with the most interesting beasts, really having no fear or any creature of Pern...just awe and wonder.
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2005 7:07 pm
THE DRAGON Type: Bronze Stage: Adult Sire and Dame: Ariath and Tallith Wing Assignment: Solar WIng Position: Wingrider Size and Color: Datiath is not the largest on the bronzes but he does have a lot of speed to him. He is roughly 33m (ft??) in length with most of it leg and tail. He is mostly a dark bronze color with copper highlights with a lighter bronze leaning more towards gold in his underbelly. Personality: Datiath has filled out into a handsome bronze. Though not very bulky, he is definately long in limb. Still considerate of those smaller than him, he loves nothing more than to sun bathe and converse with those around him. He has taken a liking to a certain human who intregues his rider. Datiath is as serious as he is teasing depending on the situation. Curiousity still has him by the tail as he questions those he comes across.
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2005 7:19 pm
FRIENDS Friends of N'tren:
Kirana- She reminds me of my older sister. Someone I can talk to about anything. Her eyes are kind.
L'mur- We joke around and talk about being holder's sons. He is a good listener. Plus he can play music.
Remia- Her Trith is good friends with my big fellow. We really haven't spoken too much except when R'ael and G'dor fought.
R'ael- Very quiet at lessons. I hope his brother and he work things out. Perhaps, I should invite him to come to the kitchens sometimes.
G'dor- He likes to tease but I think he went too far and hurt R'ael's feelings. His hair is unusual. He has never been rude to me.
J'riar- We have spoken a couple of times during classes. He seems nice but maybe lonely? I don't know.
Kayla- Tarlith's rider. We have a lot in common! She knows so much about plants and herbs. I hope we get to talk more!
Caleten- She is not a rider. She is not even of the weyr. SHe comes and goes as she pleases. What a nice freedom but I wonder what the cost is... And now, I am not sure if she will stay being my friend after what happened between us. I hope so...Friends of Datiath:
Trith- She keeps my side warm even if she did step on my tail. It is nice to be around her.
Saranth- Also keeps me warm. I am a big dragon! We chase each other and talk about how silly our riders are...
Laneth- We are not spoken lately. Her rider seems to be very busy.
Queth- n/a
Jaiereth- n/a
Natroth- He seems friendly. But we haven't spoken in a while either.
Tarlith- His is big and blue and wise. I like his rider a lot. She laughs alot.
Caleten- I talk to her. I do not know why but it is important that I do. She is good for my rider. I hope she stays a long time with us.
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2005 7:37 pm
WEYR DESCRIPTION *drawing to come sometime* N'tren walks through his weyr. He looks back at the ledge and smiles largely at his bronze. The young rider wants to shout with joy that he managed to get such a good weyr. Green eyes dancing, he races through the chambers.
From the ledge, it leads into a spacious room large enough for Datiath to sleep in. There is a smaller doorway that leads into a bedroom/living area. His bed faces the ledge and there is a stone table with two chairs. A small chest his oldest brother made for him sits near the smaller bathing room. A doorway at the back of the living space leads down to the rest of the Weyr. Datiath smirked. You are easy to please."That is a bad thing? I know you are happy not to be squished anymore."True. True. Datiath settled down and faced outward. A good view.N'tren's heart thumped and he got a lump in his throat as he looked at his bronze. "Yeah, it is..."
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2005 7:42 pm
POSSESSIONS *picture to come* A small chest that has a bronze dragon carved onto it. Was given to N'tren by his eldest brother.
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2005 7:44 pm
IMPRESSION The Entry Prompt
You are rudely awakened in the early morning by the sound of the candidate master shouting. After you finally comprehend what he is saying and register the sound of humming dragons you leap from your bed to dress and be ushered to the hatching grounds. The stands are full of people, riders and non-riders a like as you and the rest of the candidates are filed onto the hot sands. After several long minutes of waiting the first egg begins the hatch, what happens?The Response Nestren had gone to bed quite late; he had promised Citrey that he would help her clean the hearths in the kitchens and it had taken a long time. Finally, he had collapsed into bed, exhausted and unwilling to change or clean up. It seemed like he had just fallen asleep when...
"Get up, the eggs are hatching! Get into your whites and get out here, quickly!"
His whites?!? Nestren looked about sleepily and saw all the other boys in the room scrambling to get dressed and presentable. Cursing to himself, he rolled out of bed and barely managed to land on his feet. "Shards! Where did I leave my whites?"
"Missing something?" A random voice called out.
"I am not. Just not where I placed it last..." Where had he put it? Ah yes, his box at the end of his bed. Moving swiftly, he tossed clothes about onto the floor until he found what he was looking for... Dressing quickly, he shuffled with the others down the Candidate hallway, merging with the girls as the moved towards the Hatching Grounds. Nestren's insides were filled with bugs as he could hear the dragons humming and the crowd muttering at their approach. Suddenly, there they were on the sands!
Glowbaskets were on every crack and crevice, though the glow of the multi-faceted dragon eyes was almost enough the light the area. Their eyes swirling madly with the approach of Hatching and their throats bulging with song, the dragons sat ready to welcome their new weyrmates. Nestren glanced up to see Ariath standing most formidable over her eggs. Suddenly the first egg started to shake and crack apart.
By the First Egg, please do not let him be standing on the sands. His spring green eyes widened as his fists clutched against his sides in sheer hope and fear; together, the candidates took a step forward to the hatchling. Who would it be? The Results Near the middle of the clutch another two eggs cracked open, and the long awaited sight of two bronzes slid into view. The two accidentally butted heads in the process but they didn't let that deter them. Their swirling eyes glanced at each other for a split moment before they both ambled their way to the males. Several of the boys stood tall, hoping that one of these two would be the one to be their life mate. One bronze stood teetering, unsure where to go while the other moved forward to stand in front of Nestren. "I am here, no need to worry. My name is Datiath." The gleeful pair left to join the rest of those who were lucky enough to impress while the remaining bronze slowly inched towards an older candidate.
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Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2005 9:53 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2005 10:40 pm
LESSONS Weyrling Lesson Schedule can be found HereLesson One can be found HereLesson Two can be found HereLesson Three can be found Here
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Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2005 10:44 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2005 10:47 pm
FLITS!  This little fellow was Impressed not too long ago. N'tren went out with Caleten for a day of scrubbing Datiath and came away the owner of Splotch.
Splotch has become a friendly and cheerful flit. He is very close to Gem and her owner, Caleten. In fact, Caleten is the only other human Splotch will listen to and Gem manages to keep him in line. He is not eaten with curiosity like Datiath or N'tren but he has his share of wanting to know what is going on.
Recently, he won a mating flight and flew Gem. It was as if they were meant to be that way all along.
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Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2005 10:48 pm
NOTES TO SELF! Stories and/or thoughts that need to be written: *thoughts on day at cove with caleten*Entry*going home* (Written-needs to be typed) Entry *a green rises*Entry*threadfall* Entry *the hatching*
Entry*Road South*Entry*a week after Caleten arrives**Gem's Mating Flight*EntryBig Misunderstanding Entry These stories are in order of the current timeline...
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Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2005 10:58 pm
[ Message temporarily off-line ]
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Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2005 11:12 pm
And just because.... Patty cake...patty cake... baker's man... If I was named Patty Cake, I would have changed my name by now.
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