Weyr of... TAINOR, wandering trader and lover of Ezhar Impressed at Istabitha's Weyr

Tainor wasn't sure what to do about his beautiful lover and her equally beautiful dragon. She didn't expect him to remain with her forever without... Well, without a dragon, now did she? The dragon Tinoth seemed to like him well enough, and her constant attention to him proved it. Tainor had never been in a weyr frankly because he didn't believe that dragons were all that special. They weren't smart, were they? They weren't like ... well, like people? Well, they were. Tinoth proved it. She would sometimes lay on her side and literally purr with delight when he would bring Ezhar some new object or other, and then listen in wrapt attention to his tale of how he had gotten it. In fact, she seemed to want to hear about other places, other lands. So he entertained not only his love, but her dragon, for hours upon end. He was no harper, but he had an ability to weave a yarn. It was part of his expertise with people. An expertise he never expected to extend to dragon kind. Never. But it did. And for some reason, he was pleased about it.

When Tinoth was grown, and Tainor had been around Istabitha's a number of times visiting and giving his beautiful Ezhar her due attention, he heard something that piqued his curiosity. There was a small, very special clutch being laid on their sands. It was a rare white male, Deakoth, and an equally rare female named Holith with something extra special about her own looks. With the determination that he had learned over the years, from haggling with gypsies and from working with crafters, Tainor worked his way close to the weyrleaders. With a confident smile and a charming saunter to his walk, he strode up to them. "I've heard there is a clutch," he began, and before he could say another word, the weyrwoman had almost launched herself on him with glee. "I've heard about you! You're that trader, Tainor aren't you!" ".. Yes?" He said, caught completely off guard. "Well! I know that you're one to value special things. And your special Ezhar has spoken to me so much I feel as if I know you. Come with me. I'd like to make sure that you're standing on the sands when the clutch hatches!" And with that, the 23 turn old trader lifted his eyebrows as high as they could go, and walked behind her, wondering what on Pern he'd gotten himself into!

The five small eggs sat on their sands, shaking, long before the candidates got to them. In fact, they'd all hatched before most of the candidates even stopped panting from their race to get there! They stood, gathered in a clump, surrounded by their shells. Then, the odd blue with darker legs made his choice and impressed. Followed by the green who had no unusual markings. Then... The other blue bolted out, fell and got up, and fell again. Tainor felt bad for him -- he couldn't be very coordinated just yet, the poor thing had just hatched! Go now Tainor, he needs you. You know who he is, bespoke Tinoth. Tainor nodded, sure suddenly that the red female was right. Where are you, rider mine? Pleaded a voice, pained and hungry. "I'm here, Razelth!" The man raced to catch the blue from falling again, and they left the sands together, cheered on by Tinoth and Ezhar. How odd now, his life really WAS complete, wasn't it? He had a heart partner in Ezhar, and a soul-mate in Razelth... their family was complete! Well... Almost!

She is a great teacher, Razelth bespoke. "She's going to have to remember that she's not the ONLY teacher around here!" T'nor laughed, as the dragon pair began their flight training. Tinoth had doubled for the weyrlingmaster just for Razelth, because it seemed that the red dragon wouldn't leave his side. I do love her. I think she is nice to be around. Always! Don't worry about that, Raz, T'nor looked at Tinoth's beautiful laughing rider Ezhar, and blew her a kiss when the dragon below him spread his wings ready for flight. "We'll be together always--" he shouted, as they lifted into the air! Abruptly, T'nor and Razelth tumbled a bit, having gotten off the ground and no further. T'nor wasn't using riding straps -- he'd been warned that if he were to mount the young dragon at this stage he would probably be more hurt by staying on, than by tumbling the short distance to the ground. It was true. Ezhar laughed and laughed, joined by her red Tinoth...

Razelth is now an adult! See he and Tinoth together next!

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