Dolren, male, 6'2”, 170, age 17 turns. Tan blond hair that is kept short and stylish, handsome brown eyes, and fair skin.

Dolren is a charmer. Pure and simple, he's as good as any Lord and he is fit to run any Hold on Pern. But what he is suited for is more complex. He knows that dragons are in his future. And he has attempted on many occasions to convince his father and mother of this. As prominent Crafters in Caledrus, they will not allow him to profess his love for dragons and the like. He is short of running away to achieve his goals. What Dolren has going for him, in the draconic respect however, is that he is remarkably empathic and seems to attract not only riders, their dragons and the like but strangely tunnel snakes and wherries, as well as watch whers and flits congregate around the young man. He sees this as irrefutable proof that he is dragon-rider material! The strength of his craft ability still shows through, however, even with all the dragons in the world outside… He is a tailor's son, and his own skills in the clothier craft can hardly be matched in Caledrus.

Dolren was happy with how things had gone, so far, at Aneris. He'd fit in rather well with the other crafter types, though it was so busy since he was a candidate now, he hardly had time to himself. The call went out for the candidates to show up on the sands, somewhat abruptly. They'd only been at Aneris for a handful of days, and the clutch of a lovely little white was hatching already!

It wasn't a large batch of eggs, but surely they were the most amazing ones Dolren had ever seen. There were plentiful candidates, too - hadn't he heard once that Pernese clutches weren't supposed to come from sport dragons? Well, he'd have told anyone otherwise: these little blues, greens and even a brown and another white were the most precious dragons ever hatched!

The last of the small clutch hatched in a unique manner, the blue dragon inside his egg had apparently been whittling away at the end of the shell somehow. He popped out of it comedically, but it was no laughing matter to Dolren: that dragon had his eye on Impression, and... He fell out of the shell sideways, tumbled down the slight incline toward the candidates, and plopped right at Dolren's feet.

Dolren of course picked him up and set him to rights. Thank you, D'ren. My name is Sayuth. The blue looked up at Dolren and the clothier had little time to process what was going on his head was so filled with love from his new dragon. "His name is Sayuth," he called out. His eyes were shining as he and Sayuth joined the five other new riders outside tending their hatchlings.

He was the first among the group to Impress, at least their foray to Aneris would be called a success! Sayuth was a bit on the large side, at least as far as D'ren could figure, certainly from a white's clutch! And, D'ren continually boasted, he was from a white's clutch - he had rare genes!

And while the pair were growing closer and stronger, Sayuth maintained an air of ... nobility? He was steady, stable, friendly without being nosy. Not entirely unlike D'ren, but... not quite so much like him that they would be said to be similar. If there was one thing that Sayuth loved though, it was getting a hold of objects from the mines and the forges. Steel and copper, anything that caught the light and could be said to shine.

Maybe there was something to that old idea that dragons liked to hoard...