| Name | Dimao (pronounced dee-MAO), D'mao |
| Gender | Male |
| Age | 12 |
| Origin | Wanderer, orphaned? |
| Height | 5'6 |
| Build | Skinny |
| Skin | Tanned |
| Hair | Auburn-brown |
| Eyes | Blue-violet |
| Skills | Extremely good with tools and fiddling with machinery. Can use a shortsword to a decent level of ability. |
| Knacks | Recognizes and has fun playing with Ancient objects, technology and computers. Doesn't know what to do with em, because he can't read yet... |
| Dragon | Blue Iorth Iorth is highly emotional, like many blues – only he is bratty and rebellious, for some odd reason. |
| Hatched | Blue Mountain Aurie |
| Clutch | Gold Samth and Bronze Forlth, clutch 1 |
| Pet | none |
Continued from Hitao's page.
Dimao was dropped, without comment or question, on the doorstep of a Greymoor Hold house, and left to fend for himself. Well, 'himself' is a little stretch. As an 8 year old, he was already quite precocious and energetic, and opinionated. Especially what he thought about his mother - for leaving him here. He wanted to go with his family, to explore and keep wandering all his life. But now, he was unwanted and a burden? Fah!
Fortunately for him, Hitao of House Greymoor took him in under his wing. That was the first of many nice things that happened to Dimao, the next was that Hitao's father Talao was able to teach him the way of the sword. In most ways this young child has become a Hold commoner, but in so many others he'll never quite fit in.
Though the rest of the Hold is a bit more superstitious about things like computers or electricity or suchlike, Dimao is always of the opinion that they're only 'ancient' because people weren't diligent about keeping up their knowledge! The mechanical objects that his wandering family would come across frequently on their journeys across the volcanic plains, all of those were the playthings that Dimao had as an infant. He loves the smell of the old metal and oil, and has a working knowledge of steam engines!
Always physical, but also very canny, now at twelve turns of age he's quite the handful for poor Hitao. Hitao has tried to teach the boy some manners as well as to read and write, but to little avail. Perhaps... now that they've been Searched? He'll take these things a bit more seriously.
Dimao waited impatiently with his friend Hitao, as the eggs hardened at the Aurie's sands. If anything, Dimao was growing more serious as time went by, in the waiting he began to have more interest in educating himself. What would impressing a dragon mean? How would it impact them? Would he and Hitao remain on a team or be split up?
These questions would have to wait. For finally, the call went out from the small gold on her sands, Samth, that the eggs were at last breaking!
A red hatched first, followed by another! Dimao was bouncing on his heels, when when when would the dragon for him hatch?
Then a cold feeling gripped him as a brown came to Hitao, then a green to one of the girls. What if he didn't bond? What if Hitao would go it alone? The young boy's mind clambored around itself as the gold egg hatched and she bonded off to the remaining girl...
Dimao looked at the last boy waiting with him, who was seeming to be as nervous as he. Just then, though, the last two eggs broke open and a brown and large blue tumbled out! The blue growled at the brown, and bolted right toward Dimao.
Dimao was good enough at survival skills and swordfighting learned from his adoptive father, that he dodged the blue's eager 'attack'. The other boy's brown was more successful in tumbling his choice to the sand!
Because he knew that the boy might be hurt, but didn't at all look like he was in any immediate danger, he asked "You okay?"
Finorl, the other boy, shoved the brown off his chest. "Get off me, Taloth!"
Laughing, Dimao looked to his blue who was still fiercely glaring at the others around him just in case they tried to claim 'his' bond. Mentally, clearly, Dimao asked, So what is your name, my little dragon?
I am not little! I am bigger than him! My name is Iorth.
Caught up by the dragon's excitement and desire, Dimao - now called D'mao - blurted out to eveyone, "Iorth!"
D'mao was so happy they were learning flight formations. Something he could really get his brain and body into. He had become a little taller, a little stronger, over the months that he'd been raising his dragonet. "Today you'll be flying, Iorth, don't you think that's cool?"
I do... I am a little afraid though.
"Well so am I, but it'll be fun, just watch." The young rider grinned broadly as their turn to try came up. The Aurling master beckoned, and when Iorth flapped his wings he cleared the ground a little. It would be a number of weeks before the pair of them would fly together, but eventually they would do so. Quick in the air, turning so fast that sometimes D'mao all but fell from his back.
"You do need to be a bit more careful in the formation," said the Aurling master. "You almost flew into your wing partner."
Though Iorth remained outwardly calm, only fluffing his wings a bit when they were chastised, he mentally was spouting a lot of things D'mao didn't know dragons even thought of!
I would never have hit her! She is quick, like me, I almost want to bite him for telling us off like that!
Iorth, don't say that. I don't want to get into trouble here, we might get bad duties again... thought D'mao. The dragon grumbled some more, but eventually calmed down.
After a little more than half a turn, just under a full turn since their arrival at Blue Mountain Aurie, D'mao and H'tao were ready to return to Dragonhope. They had both received their orders, but were also told to 'participate' if they felt the need.
H'tao took a moment to glance at his young friend, when D'mao asked him, "What does 'participate' mean? That's kinda weird, isn't it?"
D'mao noticed the older boy blush a bit. "Well, it means... if a female dragon is flying, that our dragons should... well, participate!"
D'mao tilted his head. "But that would mean... being around girls, wouldn't it?"
H'tao nodded, "Yeah, it would."
Following H'tao's gaze, it was clear that there was in fact a girl, and a dragon, that he and his brown might try flying. But this was certainly not what Iorth wanted to do!
He could be here for ages, if he flies her! The dragon said irately. And I do not see what is so great about her anyway. She is green, but she has horns!
D'mao shrugged. "Well Iorth we'll hang around and see if he flies her. If she likes him, I guess... He'll have to stay on. But we can go home to Dragonhope anyway, and join the wings!"
That is what I want to do, and even fight some times. They had been accepted to the currier and helpers wings, but knew very well that sometimes, even the smallest or weakest dragon would be required in the air during Threadfall. They would just have to see if that ever happened.
D'mao matured a bit, in the few years he'd been impressed to Iorth. Not much, admittedly, but enough to start looking at girls as more than pests. He was around sixteen turns old now, and Iorth was getting a bit antsy. He had refrained from chasing the local green dragons, though he did make one attempt when he knew he couldn't succeed anyway. Just to get the tension out, Iorth would fly for hours into the sky, relishing the time he spent with his rider, hardly wanting to come home.
"What is getting into you, Iorth?" the young rider asked, "You're usually a bit more ... talkative than this."
I... am thinking I ought to try to really win a flight. I mean, why shouldn't I? I am strong, and fast, I could fly any of the greens here at Dragonhope easily! The dragon irately flapped and turned abruptly toward the Weyr. Don't you think it's time?
D'mao blinked away the sudden wind in his eyes, and thought back, Well, I suppose so, but ... here? I mean... I'd have to be around some rider all the time, you know how clingy they get.
I know! I know! I wouldn't want you to go through that! Iorth bugled and indicated that they had a letter for someone, as they landed on the ledge nearest the entrance to the Weyr. I know of a place, though... We sent a candidate there recently and she impressed, but she isn't who I am thinking of. Her dragon has told me there is a green at Aneris who is looking for a good mate. I am a good mate, I want to be anyway.
Well then that's where we'll go, and you'll get to show off. I don't doubt you for a moment, Iorth. D'mao hoped that asking for permission to go to this other Weyr would be quick and easy. There was this one rider here at Dragonhope who kept eyeing him and indicating that his green dragon was still looking...