Kraen, male, 6'2”, 190, strong bodied, aged 17 turns, with short fluffy brown hair and green eyes which most hold girls find very cute, fair skin.

One of the ground crew during Threadfall, Kraen has made his mark by being an exceptional shot with the flame thrower. He is rather sedate out of Threadfall, however, and usually enjoys more intellectual pursuits than physical ones. He is well mannered and usually quite kind and considerate. His own social background is hazy, he intimates that he has several siblings and relatives in the Hold but will not tell their names nor ranks. The more crass of the high-born who do not go out and fight Thread usually refer to him as a lowborn, but those very same cotholders and drudge families who owe him their livelyhoods often speak of him in shining terms. Kraen's empathy extends far beyond mere friendships and charm. He is usually the first on the list of Dragonrider's visits, just checking up on him to make sure he's still all right. Some day he will be taken to a weyr, and it is just as sure that he will impress. What he does after that is anyone's guess.

The last pair of hatchlings, a bronze and a green, followed suit. The bronze was the largest hatchling of the entire clutch. He seemed very strong and had the look of his sire. The green was dark in color and one of the larger greens to break shell that day. They were quite the pair and soon were facing the few candidates that remained on the Sands.

The green made her choice first. Finding her match in the dark haired, dark eyed, weaver girl, Iairis . "Here I am, Liranth ," she called to the green as she stepped forward to meet her new lifemate.

The bronze had found who he wanted as well. After knocking over one boy and shoving another out of the way, he was finally eye-to-eye with Kraen .

I am Voranth. I am yours, the bronze announced, and Kraen was only too happy to echo the sentiment to the awaiting crowd.

***

The bronze was indeed very large, even as a weyrling he'd grown faster and to a larger size than most in their clutch. He was nearly twice the size of some of the greens already!

"I swear I don't even know how I'm going to keep up washing and scratching you," Kraen muttered, doing exactly that to the itchy dragon's wing shoulder.

You'll do just fine, you always do, perhaps you could use one of those brooms...

***

Eventually their group of siblings along with some from earlier clutches had grown and experienced a few Thread fights. They were ready to head home. Voranth deferred to another of the bronzes present, even though they were of about the same size and ability. K'ass' had a little more experience in the air, that made a lot of difference in the confidence of moving not only between but between worlds.