Melral (M'ral)

Brown Kjilbith

Hurried in at the last moment, one of the Search riders at Dragonhope ushered in Melral and hoped it wasn't too late. There were still eggs, some yet unhatched.

"Go on, introduce yourself to the leaders, they're over in those seats," Opal said, "they should allow you to stand."

"I don't see what all the rush is about," Melral said, "but maybe there's a dragon here for me." He looked at Opal, "Dragonhope's dark half the year isn't it?"

"Almost, yes," she replied. "Why?"

"Bright light makes me sneeze." With that, he was off, weaving his way around the other candidates and those who hovered around the edges. He found the Weyrwoman and her partner, bowed deeply as he'd been taught in the Hold, and explained the situation. Opal waved at them when they looked her way, with Melral pointing at her. They shooed him onto the sands, he already had on the candidate robe so it wouldn't make too much fuss.

Melral thought back to his Hold, he'd be glad to be at Dragonhope where he could be of more use. The blacksmith had two strong sons already, so his time with the smithy was done. But he'd gotten used to the harder work there, than anything his foster family could give him. He was no cook, no courier. With a dragon friend, he could fight Thread, lift firestone, get dirty and have the weyr girls help get clean.... Hah, that was Dunmar's line. Poor Dun, he wasn't going to be Searched, and that stung both of them. Maybe some day Dunmar could visit Dragonhope, he was a good guy. Clumsy... but a good friend. And always one to point out Melral's looks to the girls, as he himself wasn't all that hot to see. Melral was more humble than perhaps he ought to be, but that was just another, Dunmar said, of his charms.

The eggs continued to hatch...

Shortly, though it seemed an eternity, a gently mottled dark brown swaggered up to where the boys stood. He bumped his head into Melral's hand.

If you can say my name, I'll let you keep me, the dragonet suggested.

With a broad, sudden smile, Melral said, "Kjilbith! You couldn't be anyone else's!"

And M'ral, you cannot be any other dragon's.

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Status: Commoner, House Born child
Age: 14
Gender: male
Siblings: 3
Born: last
Legitimacy: born to married parents
Fostered due to: as a 'gift' to foster parents who could not have their own children
Childhood Health: sick occasionally like a normal child
Adult Height: a moderately tall person
Adult Build: well muscled, but not burly
Skin Tone: indigo dark
Hair Color: platinum blond
Hair Style: very straight
Hair Length: cut to scalp
Eye Color: dark blue
Literacy Level: are able to read and write fairly well
Politeness Level: their politeness extends to everyone around them
Focus: they don't much care about any one task
This character is pretty good looking
They give and take without thinking of consequences of either

Values and Goals
Likes: a friend
Hates: the light places
Very strong goal: protect something or someone
Very weak fear: being alone
Dislikes: the Open Sea
Odd Skill (learned outside of craft if any): blacksmithy

Originally From: high mountain community
Location size: busy but small
Location climate: snowy
Searched: yesterday

** Weyr Between The Worlds **