Edan and Toranoth's record
according to
Kirina

The Climb

Eridan was perched near the eye rocks. The climb to that height had taken most of the day. Smugly, he recalled his dorm mates claiming he couldn't make it up the steep cliffs. Now, he had proven them wrong. Of course, he still had to make it back down in one piece.

From his vantage point, he observed the many dragonriders coming and going, the weyr herds grazing near the lake, and the immense hatching grounds garded fiercely by a broody queen. "What would it be like to be a dragonrider?" he thought.

Eridan's father was a dragonrider, a brown rider. His mother had loved the dragonrider, but refused to set foot in a weyr. So, Eridan was raised in the hold of her birth, Telgar. She always told him he had his father's green eyes, tall frame, and irresistable charm. From her, he inherited dark blonde hair, and well defined cheek bones.

Fascinated with how things work, he became apprenticed to the Smithcraft. How he loved those days when he was instructed by the Journeyman and Masters the secrets of making life easier through the use of machines. Year after year he worked. Apprenticeship was hard, but he was sure he would be ready to advance to Journeyman status next Turn. At seventeen, who would have thought this young man would make it so far.

Out of habit he kneaded his crippled and scarred left hand. The memory of the accident was still vivid in his mind. Two turns ago, for turns end, the Smithcraft hall had produced numerous explosives that when ignited, would shoot into the air displaying various colors, and noises for the gather entertainment. The apprentices were to set them up and light them at their master's signal. Well, when all the fuses were lit, and the crown stood watching, the boys scrambled back to watch. On his way back, he thought he saw one go out. Reaching back to grab it in an attempt to re-light the fuse proved disasterous as it exploded in his hand. As it happened, instinct made him throw it from him as he dove in the other direction. Later when he awoke, for it had knocked him out, he saw the bandages covering his hand and arm. When it finally healed, he was left with only his smallest two fingers. His thumb and first two fingers had been lost. Still, with his handicap, he had drilled and worked towards his Journeyman's knot.

Now, as fate would have it, a clutch lay on the sands and a dragon had chosen him on Search. Now if only he could find a way back down for the evening meal.

Choosing his way carefully did not do much. It was always easier to go up than down. The sun was setting and he had no desire to spend the night up on the side of the cliff. Peering towards the opening of the lower caverns, he thought he saw his friends pointing up at him.

Raising his hands high above his head and waving at them, confirmed his suspicion. Quickly, they located a young blue rider who reluctantly mounted his beast and began the aerial ascent towards him.

Embarassed, but wiser, Eridan accepted the hand to the blue dragon's back.

The Hatching

Eridan was eating breakfast when he first became aware of the hum. Suddenly, everything around him came to life with frantic activity. When he and the other candidates he was sitting with realized the hatching was immenent, the raced from their seats to change into their white robes.

Fumbling in their hurry, it took longer than a normal calm day would have to make the change. It took Eridan a bit longer because of his hand. No sooner had they finished, than they were off to take their places.

Gradually, the vibrating hum rose in intensity as the grounds filled with spectators priveledged to witness this special event.

Then, it all happened so quickly for the audience, but it seemed to take years for the candidates. Eridan nervously rubbed what was left of his scarred left hand as he waited. His dark blonde hair was still dripping from the quick bath he had taken. A full head taller than most of the boys there, Eridan had a perfect view of the eggs from his position in the back.

As soon as the first one broke through the shell, the candidates were immediately divided between those who stepped forward, and those who shrank back. Eridan was one who stepped forward.

That hatchling did not choose him. Neither did the next 5 who tottered past. When the third bronze hatched, and headed his way, Eridan knew he was coming strait for him. As he stooped to greet the bronze, he heard the warm voice in his mind say, "I am Toranoth, and I am so very, very hungry right now. Oh, your hand. Your hand is not right! It is well you will be a good rider anyway. You are so tall! I might grow tall some day. Is there any food here? There are so many people watching us. Why are there so many? It took forever to find you with everyone staring at me. Food? I smell food! Can we hurry a little faster?"

As Toranoth chattered away, E'dan led him from the sands to the prepared meat outside.

bronze Toranoth

Toranoth

 

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