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Dianno grew up alongside his mother Tadia. He was born soon after she joined a Trader caravan after failing to Impress at Igen Weyr. He remembers his early turns as being happy, though he doesn't distinctly remember his father. He was just another friend of his mothers. When he was 6 he and his mother stayed at the Tannercraft hall for a couple turns. He didn't understand why or care for it (being only a small child in a suddenly restricted situation). In fact his mother was continuing and finishing her previously abandoned apprenticeship now that she'd had the marks to do so.

His favorite memories though have all come from their second caravan. There, he was initiated into the Traders life, taught to carry his own weight and allowed for the most part to run free and do as he wanted when he wasn't otherwise occupied. His mother is a fairly lenient and passive parent, doing what she could to prepare her son without trying to protect him from outside dangers. He was allowed to make his own decisions, his own mistakes, and to learn from them as he did so.

Dianno stayed with the traders when his mother got hurt. He was almost 13 at the time and one of the older men who Dianno looked up to offered to care for him until they returned for her. It was during this time that Dianno learned of the actual work of a Trader. Up until then he'd only ever paid attention to the parts that affected himself, the camping, the traveling, the occasional hawking of goods at gathers across Pern. His mentor taught him about credit, and the varying value of currency between Hold and Hall and Weyr. He saw first hand the serious negotiations that make up a Trader's livelyhood.

While it didn't strike him as a calling, he found it all very interesting and gave him a sense of being an 'adult'. It was just enough of a taste to make him bitter about his mother's return. Once again, he was a child regulated to the background. His freedom didn't taste as sweet with his restrictions back in place and with the growing tensions between weyr and hold as the threat of Thread remained unfulfilled things his life felt more and more like a cage.

Dianno grew rebellious and angry at everything, lashing out by acting contrary and stubbornly refusing to do anything if he was told to by someone else. He stopped short of actually being removed from the caravan, but he became a problem. His mother's mobility was restricted after her accident and eventually she made the decision that they should leave the caravan and settle in Benden weyr. Her skills in both tannercraft and domestic affairs earned her a position among the lower caverns that suited her well enough for now and Dianno was accepted among the candidates as the frequency of clutches continued to increase.

It was at the very next clutch that Dianno found himself in a position he'd never expected or initially desired; that of a weyrling. Aioth was a steady and aloof little green, having hatched later in the clutch and even having the gall to test Dianno's mettle before finally linking her mind to his. Her hardworking attitude helped him re-direct his energies into productive tasks while both of them still stood up for their respective rights as a rider pair despite the general attitude towards his age and her hide.

Their weyrlinghood went smoother than Dianno could have imagined, aided in large part by Aioth's taking the lead during their lessons. She was an excellent pupil and tended to drag her rider around by the metaphorical ear when he was feeling his most stubborn.

The announcement that the elite of Pern would be gathering in their own home to discuss the fate of the entire planet caught the attention of both rider and dragon and each in their own way put themselves into positions to gather as much gossip as possible. They had their reservations on the matter, the seething undercurrent of dissent was hard to ignore, but as a weyrling green and her rider, they were largely ignored when they quietly questioned the wisdom of Sereth and her rider in ordering this meeting in person.

Not to say that they expected the eventual outcome in any form. The sudden attack during breakfast and subsequent massacre caught both Aioth and Dianno by surprise. Sheer dumb luck and the summons of an older dragon are the only things that saw an injured Dianno flung haphazardly onto Aioth's side as the green grabbed the first coordinates supplied and blinked between with no idea of their real destination. Better the slim chance of survival or the painless quiet of between to this bloody nightmare and agonizing death that was assured were they to remain.

Lamira of Bronze Regulith
Status: Classmate, Friendly
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Everin of Blue Ylotth
Status: Classmate
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Pagerell of Bronze Venaith
Status: Classmate, Nauseating
Opinion: Stuck up and spoiled. He pretends he wants to be everyone's friend but I see through him. Crawling up the Wingleader's arses while that bronze of his acts like he's the shaffing Sr. Queen of Benden.

Lris of Green Pennath
Status: Mother Mentor
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The shaff?!
Firelizard gifted to him as an egg by the Island Council. Something's... a bit off about it.