Oeormi Ashuybha

Leadership, Charm

Oeormi busied himself the way most of his troupe had at their own places, by enjoying the attention that he could get from the ladies, and arranging to come back for performances by the whole troupe. But he also got familiar with how the draks moved, what they looked like, their habits, and their abilities.

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Without that knowledge Oeormi realized he'd never get home, let alone get the troupe to perform here! He was good at tasks setting him to learn new things, and also good at repeating them without fail or error. When you juggle fire for a living, he explained, there was little room for mistakes!

The climate at Chindor wasn't the same as he was used to at home, on the dry plainslands near Dun Keiba. It was chilly, foggy, ruining his hair and sometimes made Oeormi homesick. It would be a nice place to visit and see the sights - but he definitely missed the warmth of the tropical land he was born at.

That climate dumped endless rain on things, always coating the outside of every building and tree with wetness. It was completely foreign then, that in the light rain of one morning, the draks decided this was the right time to bring their offspring out to join.

Oeormi wasn't going to make a big deal of it, like the one girl who stood beside him, but he was chilled to the bone and wanted to get dry as quickly as possible. As the discourse between drak mother and the girl ended, it seemed, it was time for the bondings.

The first to step from behind the rain mother drk was an Ore drak, just like his father. Realeien looked proudly towards his first born son. 

Rhaynna called out: "Driknaen"

The baby drak wobbled towards the half circle of aspirants. He sat down and looked up for a moment, seeming a bit angry that his fur was getting wet.

"I know how you're feeling," Oeoremi answered to the silent call of the drak "Why don't we get you some food in that tummy of yours. Inside is a really warm fire.."

"Yesssshhh, that sounds wonderful." The drak grinned.

"You'll be in training with Mary," someone said as they exited, "that's an honor - she's a Judge!"

It turned out to be more than an honor - it was a delight working with the aspirant Judge and her forest drak Issnidi. Mary was bright and excited to teach him the ways of riding but also had it in her head that Oeormi was going to be able to teach her how to camp out and explore.

She asked endless questions, after their training sessions were over. He taught her how to make better knots with rope, what kind of tinder to use to light a fire, and how to look at a trail to see if it's safe. Of course, he also had to explain that some of these things weren't going to help her here at Chindor!

"I've never seen ... ice," Oeormi admitted. Driknaen gave off his chuckle and wondered when they would be heading down to this mysterious warm climate that Oeormi kept going on about.

Eventually that day did come. The drak - and his knight - were ready to portal away, but not before Chindor had set up a time and place to have the troupe perform for them! Now that they were knights, they could travel anywhere in the world.

"I want to sssee how hot it getssss before I leave it," Driknaen said, "after all I wasss born here, I can take the cold."

"Better than me, I'm afraid," Oeormi said, "even though it's been almost a year I still wake up with my teeth clattering!"

"I know.... I know..." Driknaen sighed - apparently this was a common occurance!

Well no more, at least not for the time being, for Oeormi instructed the drak to head to Dun Keiba and home!