Lannork was brought up by his uncle and aunt, though his father was always around. He was a good kid, at least to hear his aunt say it. But then, he hardly did any work around the Hold, and no one called him on it. He was a tough boy, but never got into too many fights, certainly not ones he couldn't win. One thing he did well, was assemble wickerworks. His uncle was a weaver of baskets and his aunt a weaver of cloth. Lannork was bored to tears with actually weaving, but when it came time to put things together like baskets and chair frames, he was quite adept. Also he enjoyed bartering with people during gathers - he could often get a better price for his uncle's work than the old man himself!

His father and uncle took him to the weaver's guild when he was ten, but though he did well in testing he hardly had the patience to last as an apprentice. None the less, the weavers allowed him to watch and learn a bit, before gently suggesting that he lay off the sugar treats in the meantime. Though he was not too happy with this, Lannork kept the information he'd learned and applied it to his later projects well enough. This went on for a while, with his uncle and aunt bringing he and his siblings to the crafthall on a regular basis.

Shortly after his sixteenth birthday, Lannork was given free rein at a gather - selling his own creative chair and table set for quite a lot, and his uncle's best hutch for a stunning ten marks. Both were decorated with his aunt's beautiful embroidered linen, so they all would share the profits of this day. Lannork went off around the gather, picking and choosing things to give to his siblings and friends, and then he found a stand selling 'as-is eggs'... Flitter eggs! He chose two of them, keeping them warm in their little pots of sand.

No one really thought much of this, but when it came down to it, no one really thought the flitters would be easily trained by a boy who lacked discipline himself. They were wrong, though - the two radically different blues (on the left, a dark blue named Race, on the right a lighter sky-blue Rush) behaved perfectly for him. They became partners in crime for a while, until the dragon riders came...

It was just as another gather was starting, and sure enough though there were still plenty of things to sell, a search rider approached the towheaded flit-racer. Though very proud of his nephew, Lannork's uncle was sad to see him go - and worried. He'd lost his own aunt in Threadfall, he knew the risks. But the boy was intensely happy - he all but fell over himself to look like a rider before they even took him to a weyr.

The next time his uncle, aunt, siblings and father saw him, it was arriving on a burnished bronze... a bronze! In the middle of another gather. His two attendant flitters perched on the bronze's headknobs (and it looked like the dragon wasn't too happy about it, but tolerated that because his rider insisted), and watched as the proud, tall boy saluted his family sharply. "This is Egosth," he said, "and I'm now L'nork, at your service." He bowed, and it became clear to everyone that the discipline of a dragon and a weyr was what he really needed. He admitted that he still was 'absolute dung' at writing, but he could read enough to get by, and was being sent off to Dragonhope Weyr.

"They have crafters there who will keep me up to date," he told his uncle, "they liked my style of work, you remember how I asked for that glow basket to be sent to them?" It was one of his earlier projects but still one of the family's favorites - it had been sent ahead to the Weyr so his new digs would be comfortable when he got there. "Well they liked it, maybe I'll make more of them." Before he bid them farewell, he gave his father a pouch of marks, promising that whenever he could, he would make sure that the family got something.

At Dragonhope, he and F'nod discovered that their flitters were intensely competitive - unlike the young men and their dragons. This made both sets of flitters stronger, faster and more responsive to their owners' commands. Between the two of them, they dominated the flitter-racing community!

Egosth, Bronze

strong, cool, smart, intelligent
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Status: Commoner, House Born child
Age: 17
Gender: male
Siblings: 3
Born: next to last
Legitimacy: born before their parents could marry
Fostered due to: mother died
Childhood Health: very sturdy
Adult Height: an average-height person
Adult Build: rail thin, emaciated looking
Skin Tone: creamy, freckled
Hair Color: dark blond
Hair Style: loosely curled
Hair Length: a mullet!
Eye Color: pale teal
Literacy Level: cannot read, they're illiterate
Politeness Level: everyone knows them as a rude person
Focus: they enjoy their work well enough but they love to play more often
There's nothing more to be said than: they're fugly
Often they will share, but not with anyone they do not trust

Values and Goals
Enjoys: their father
Enjoys deeply: a Dragonry or Hatchery
Weak goal: build or create
Strong fear: the opposite sex or having intimacy
Enjoys: a Guild hall
Odd Skill (learned outside of craft if any): flit racing

Originally From: scrubland community
Location size: kind of large
Location climate: blustery
Searched: recently and it caused a stir
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