Name: R'ynIt was easy for a skilled thief to slink between holds here and there, taking what he needed without remorse. If anything, the Turn he spent wandering the island helped him prepare for the harder task of infiltrating Ista Weyr, some time after he'd reached seventeen. It was easier than he'd expected, to go unnoticed- He'd lived in the Weyr almost a full year before sticky fingers and bad habits led him to a blundered theft, and drew the eye of WeyrWoman Roswind. Facing off with Roswind, K'blar and K'vyn all at the same time had been one of the most disconcerting moments of his young life, though being sentenced to a sevenday of working in the forge was less than a terrifying experience. If anything, it was enjoyable... and became a little-known hobby.
Dallyn, refusing to lose one of his own- And much less, his
son- to the dragonriders he'd taught himself to hate, was quick to
pursue. Despite the threats his father made to his life, Roryn was
defiant as ever, and stood for the Hatching of Ista's last, and now
long past, double-clutch.
It was with considerable satisfaction, that his family was there
to see him walk away as R'yn, lifemate of the verdigris bronze Runeth.
To say the least, Dallyn was... Enraged. He waited a while to make
his move... but made it while the bronze was still small. His son had
been tainted by the influence of dragons, and was lost to him. He
beckoned R'yn to the beach alone, one midnight, and attempted to murder
him. R'yn was a strong fighter, having gotten through a good many
scuffles during his years of thievery. In the end, Dallyn and all the
rest of R'yn's family were exiled- Abandoned on one of the Ring
islands.
It was not for some time after graduation that R'yn became
fully aware of what their fate was to be. And by the time he managed to
get to the island to see what had become of them, there were no traces
of life left... Thread had eliminated them all. Runeth attempted to
take him back to Ista, and allow him to mourn- But with the mental
turmoil and flood of images, the jump between was botched. They
appeared at the island, again... During the Threadfall that had ravaged
his family's half-built holding. But a moment too late, his sister was
dying before his eyes... With him weakening, as he and Runeth appeared
before themselves, snatching Deliyan from the ground while the Thread
tangle meant for her tore into R'yn's left shouder and arm, and a part
of Runeth's side.
Time would prove that neither one scarred easily, with nothing but
a paler patch of dragon's hide and some discolored marks from R'yn's
shoulder, down to the middle of his forearm.
Deliyan was left to her own devices, and put herself in the position of drudge, as her brother recovered.
With ranking authorities deciding that R'yn was better left with little free time on his hands, he was assigned the temporary position of Assistant Weyrlingmaster... With most disastrous results, the rank finally withdrawn when he misdirected the young weyrling Lexx to Fort Weyr during their final class, between. It gave the girl a good hatred for him, which only worsened with a flight-unduced mess. Runeth had shown no interest in the flights only a few sevendays before, but when the green Llawenth rose, he was more than keen on winning. And he emerged as the champion with ease, while trouble began to break out on the ground below his wings. With R'yn not at all keen on spending a flight- Much less his first- with a man, G'briel was more than happy to exit with a bluerider... Leaving R'yn in the bowl with Lexx. The results could not be helped... And the result of the results was Lexx becoming with child, during a brief peaceful lull, while R'yn was grounded, for his misconduct as an aWLM.
A peaceful life would never last, though, R'yn found himself in
trouble again- This time, with the onset of the plague. Ista was small,
and when the population succumbed, it was easy enough to tell that few
would live. Thinking only of himself, of course, R'yn and Runeth
transferred out of Ista to a larger Weyr... Which fate did not look
kindly upon. The Bronze pair lasted well... and were among the last to
succumb. But with no one to care for them, many having died and even
more still ill, the future was grim and certain: They were going to
die. Runeth, refusing to lose his strong rider to illness, made a
desparate decision. Taking a full day to puzzle out how to go about it,
the verdigris bronze reached his decision. They had timed it before,
this would be no different. Runeth, carefully blocking his rider's
delirious input, went between time to return to Ista... Forward, to the
time after the plague had subsided.
With the remaining inhabitants immune to the illness, R'yn had a good chance.
They would terrorize Ista again.
