| Name | Hitao (pronounced HEE-tau), T'ao |
| Gender | Male |
| Age | 19 |
| Origin | House born, lordling son |
| Height | 5'6 |
| Build | Pudgy, not weak |
| Skin | Light |
| Hair | Black |
| Eyes | Brown |
| Skills | Writing and record keeping, observation and flitter training. |
| Knacks | Attractive to flitters of all kinds. Knows people by the sound of their footsteps. |
| Dragon | Brown Kath (tiny) Kath is cheerful and hyperactive. He has inherited his mother's small size and his father's stocky build. |
| Hatched | Blue Mountain Aurie |
| Clutch | Gold Samth and Bronze Forlth, clutch 1 |
| Pet | A variety of flitters! Green Scratch, Blue Bolt and Brown Winger are only three of the flits that he often has flying around him. Other people will notice their flitters, even well-trained ones, will find a spot on this young man's shoulder even though there are already a pack of them present already... |
Up until about his fifteenth birthday, the most unusual thing about Hitao was that he was always surrounded by a faire of flitters. Endless ribbing for this, because they often decorated his hair by clinging on and acting like a girl's ribbons, caused him to become a bit reclusive. Finding a place among the dusty tomes and scrolls that a scribe in the Hold offered, Hitao has perfected his handwriting skills but lost quite a bit of his social ones.
However that all changed, right about three weeks after he turned fifteen. At that point, a young child of eight was plopped at his father's doorstep by a group of wandering folk - who said nothing and left no instructions. Hitao was the first to encounter the young child, and was somehow able to convince him that running back to the plains where his family doubtless traveled, was a bad idea.
Concern for another person has always been strong in Hitao, but social groups were clearly not his 'thing'. Now, with Dimao stuck almost as well as a flitter by his side, Hitao eagerly seeks out ways to entertain the child and try to educate him at the same time. While he hasn't failed entirely, he also hasn't succeeded in teaching Dimao to read a thing. After four years, he's not going to quit but he certainly does feel a bit frustrated.
As a records keeper and archivist, Hitao is almost what the scribes would call a senior Journeyman. Very apt at his studies, he was brought to Dragonhope Weyr for a bit of a review. Searched - along with his eternal burr Dimao - if Hitao impresses, he'll remain on as a scribe at Dragonhope, and possibly try for a scribe's knots. He isn't sure quite what Dimao will do, but he's positive that the boy will benefit from being at a weyr.
Hitao chuckled at his young friend's excitement. But he was more interested in the change that had come over Dimao. Suddenly he was asking questions like 'how do you find a scroll with that dragon formation?' and 'what does this mean?'
Dimao was actually listening when Hitao began teaching him the basics of letters and script!
But now, with the great humming coming from the cavern where the eggs lay trembling, Hitao knew it was going to be a bit to busy to teach the kid anything more today. So they bolted down to the sands, and waited.
Hitao didn't have to wait long. For after the first two eggs revealed two differently sized reds, a miniature brown came from the smallest shell on the sands. No one was expecting the egg to break so loudly and suddenly! Obviously taking after his mother, in size if not build, the pudgy dragon waddled over to his choice on the sands. That would be Hitao.
So surprised that he bonded quickly, before Dimao anyway, Hitao was caught off guard by the grinning and hungry dragonet. In the silence that followed his impression he said clear enough to hear by all, "Kath."
Now known as T'ao, perhaps he would become a bit more outgoing? Or perhaps with this small brown, they would be known for other things? No one would know just yet. For the time being, feeding the tiny brown would have to come first!
H'tao praised his blue-riding foster-brother, D'mao since they did well in the flight classes. Kath nudged his rider, eager to get into the air again.
I want to do it again, rider mine. The dragon all but hopped into the air. H'tao chuckled.
"We will, we'll be doing it again tomorrow, until we all can fly well enough to do formations!"
The little springy brown tried to put away his excitement but it eventually came back ... all night long.
H'tao was hardly too busy to think. In fact, his days had begun getting a little out of hand. After they'd gotten their orders back from Dragonhope, and H'tao was told he'd be aiding the recordkeepers (a task which he relished, because the recordkeepers were ... well, mostly attractive women) he was making plans and plotting what to do first.
But then something else happened. The side note on the orders - which read from Kira the weyrwoman, to go ahead and participate if you think you and your dragons could use the practice. Participation - in a flight? Him?
Of course you, me I mean. The dragon bespoke proudly. And there is just the female I would like to chase. Isn't she very lovely? I think so. Do you think those other males will stand a chance against me?
Under normal circumstances, H'tao might have told the little brown that he wouldn't stand a chance - he wasn't much bigger than a smallish blue, and normally that would exclude him from any proper flights - but the female in question, she was from a line of relatively tiny dragons to begin with! As a recordskeeper, of course, H'tao had access to information like who Aitmath'Taykah's sire and dam were, where they were from (not Pern, mostly) and other such histories. He decided that yes, Kath ought to sign up and fly - because he was so small! Quick in the air, but still built like a brown all right!
