Name: L'mul, Born Olianmul
Age: 46 turns
Sex: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Weyr: High Reaches Weyr
Rider Rank: Greenrider, Weyrsinger
Previous Rank/Craft: Journeyman Harper
Physical Description: L'mul has dark brown hair with strands of silver. His eyes are blue, and he has laugh lines around them. This man seems to always be smiling. He's got a tall, thick sort of build, towering over most of his peers. He's tan and bearded, which has red strands in it. His hands are calloused from playing his guitar so often.
Personality: "Hi Hungry, I'm Dad," seems to be a phrase that suits this Weyrsinger. L'mul loves corny jokes almost as much as he loves the music he plays. He loves sharing music and knowledge with the younger set. He seems to get along with just about anyone.
He is rather flighty. Things that are happening in his life now are infinitely more important than things that have happened in the past, and sometimes in the future. The current happenings of life distract him from plans; much like caring for his dragon had distanced him from friends during his youth. He finds that he can focus on the short-term; he's begun to work on becoming a master during his spare time. Lial, also, seems to have this sort of focus. The boy won't always be five turns old. He needs bigger clothes, more books, someone to teach him all the things he couldn't.
L'mul loves people! He loves being around them, sharing his stories and listening to their's. There's always something someone didn't see, something someone else saw differently.
He spends a large amount of time entertaining the Weyr's children. He will happily sing rounds of teaching tunes at their request. He plays their favorites, but will also take the time to chat with them.
L'mul is a bit of a romantic. He loves to see romance bloom among the youth; it reminds him of the first time he saw Owara. About once every two sevendays, L'mul likes to surprise his mate with a gift. It might be something small and edible, it might be something more substantial, it might be a song.
History: L'mul was born Olianmul to holders at Fort; they were moderately wealthy and had the boy apprenticed to the harperhall as soon as he was old enough. He was well into his lessons at fifteen turns when he was Searched. It wasn't an intentional one; the rider hadn't come on search. His firelizard, he'd said, had taken off with his Weyrmate's guitar and stolen the strings from it! He'd asked for the teenager's advice on purchasing a new guitar--or, as Olianmul had suggested, simply replacing the strings.
It had been the rider's dragon who declared they would be taking the boy back to the Weyr with them.
He impressed the very first time he stood; but the dragons weren't the only thing that had caught his eye. There was a pretty girl, maybe a turn older or younger than he, and Olianmul thought she was beautiful. Owara was her name, he'd heard, and he quickly befriended her. He'd had to continually remind Stariath that she was more beautiful, though, and the Weyrling pair was soon distracted from his fancies. Dragonets were hard enough to care for without their partner looking to see if a certain someone was watching.
Stariath grew, and so did the distance between he and Owara. His family had relocated to Southern Boll, so during his spare time, he was often there. It was there, at twenty eight turns old that he thought he'd fallen in love. There was a weaver; but once that night ended, so did the relationship. At least, until he got word that she was pregnant. L'mul was thrilled. He arrived in Southern Boll as soon as he received word, telling the woman he'd take her to High Reaches Weyr as his mate; where they could both provide for the boy. That day had been the first time L'mul had cried tears of joy, and tears of sorrow in the same few candle marks.
She rejected his offer, and kept the boy with her as was proper. L'mul visited every chance he got. He loved Rhey; but the boy was timid and he struggled to relate. Poor lad. He'd so wanted him raised in the Weyr. He wouldn't have flinched at Stariath's size, then.
L'mul did his best to become close with his son. He sent letters, he visited often, he asked for regular updates. But, he fell in love again. He became reacquainted with Owara. The shyness of weyrling-relationship rules was gone. Three turns after meeting with her again, he asked her to be his mate. They had a son, five turns later--and then, happily, seventeen turns after the birth of his first born, Rhey was finally Searched! Finally. L'mul couldn't have been prouder. The chance to really get to know Rhey made everything else seem muted, even dulled. Nothing else was as important.
Other:
DRAGON
Name: Stariath
Age: 30
Color: Green
Size: 18'
Physical Description:
Personality:
There's no place like home. None. Stariath knows this! Where she can be with L'mul is her home, wherever that may be. In the sky, in the water, in their weyr with Owara. This dragon understands the connection between L'mul, Owara and their hatchling and she reacts to it appropiately. She will happily look after any young ones that come near--but especially Lial. She is endlessly patient and loving towards all, seeming to have a docile temperment. Gentle and warm like the rays of the afternoon sun, she is open to all.
They may not recieve the same amount of love and care towards her rider. After all, L'mul is the one Stariath chose. The great amount of love she has for her rider knows no bounds. She will happily do anything L'mul asks. Or believes L'mul will ask. Private wishes aren't private when one has a nosy dragon.
If ever L'mul needed a pick me up, Stariath knows just what to do. She will quite cheerfully tell L'mul all about the glorious things her rider hasn't seen. Does her rider see the sun? It has a beautiful color to it today. The moon? It has a ring of changing colors around it. The sky is a beautiful blue! They should go flying! Or go play with Lial. Or maybe sing for the youngsters in the dining area.
This tiny green never gives up. She knows she'll get better. She constantly hopes for the best; bathing L'mul and anyone nearby with her never ending optimism
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