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... This seems to be a good spot to make a map of my weyr. Erm. Stealing shamelessly from Ray's example, because it seems like a good idea:

First Post: The weyr
Second post: Updates
Third post: About K'makin
Fourth post: About Nakoreth
Fifth Post: Nimakio, etc.
Sixth Post: ? I dunno.

K'makin

Name: K'makin (originally Kyamakin, often called "Kya" by friends)
Age: Roughly 26 Turns
Birthplace: A small hold near Nerat
Searched: Nerat's Smithcrafthall at 16 turns
Impressed: Brown Nakoreth at Ista Weyr at 17 turns

Appearance:
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 163 lbs
Hair: Everywhere. whee
Hair Color: Darkish, but going grey prematurely.
Eyes: Light reddish-brown

History:
K'makin was a mischievous youngster, and an equally troublesome Weyrling, but took his duties in caring for Nakoreth seriously. After graduating from their Weyrling group, K'makin was content to be a regular dragonrider; the life was a lot more enjoyable than that of a Smith. He and Nakoreth did little to stand out from the crowd, and thus maintained a middling rank and an overall decent reputation among the other dragonriders in his wing.

After Nakoreth caught a queen, Wrath, in a mating flight, K'makin requested a transfer to Benden Weyr. Since then, he's not really done a whole lot, slipping back into his customary role of a middle-rank brownrider.

Other things.

Nimakio:
Kya's first flit, a blue, Nimakio's egg was given to Kya by Rayi, from one of Isskio's clutches. Normally a sweet flit, Isskio bit Kya to wake him in time for Nimakio's hatching, a precedent that was taken up by the hatchling.

The name was suggested by Rayi, as a combination of Kya, Nakoreth, and Isskio's names. Kya often refers to Nimakio by the nickname "Mack."

Thankfully, Nimakio has calmed down somewhat since his hatching, though he still tends to unwittingly cause his person injury. He tends to only hang around if he wants something, or if Kya has Nakoreth call him.

Some of K'makin's Current Thoughts.

Location: Riding Nakoreth overland to Fort, accompanying Rayi and Wrath.

Well. It seems Ray and I are friends again, or something. She doesn't seem to be angry at me, or acting strange, though I still feel kinda weird about our arugment the other day.

Oh well. Nakoreth flew well in the mating flight, and I'm proud of him for accepting his defeat gracefully. He knew as well as I that the Weyr needed a strong, large clutch, and that we especially needed bronzes.

I don't know how things will work out now, now that Benden's been disbanded. Or ... I think it's been disbanded. The miners were talking about how it'd take Turns to make sure the Weyr was liveable... Some of them went so far as to speculate that we might be able to return at some point during the Interval.

How many Turns are left until the end of this Pass? I forgot. You'd think that it'd be the sort of thing that's always on a Rider's mind. "This many Turns left until the Interval begins, this many seasons, this many days, this many hours, this many minutes..." But honestly? I cannot recall.

I wonder how far we've gotten. I'm not used to flying long distances like this, except while flying Sweep. And those are routes that have regular landmarks all along the way. We've already passed a lot of the familiar territory immediately around the Weyr ... and I haven't really been a Benden Rider for long enough to have seen everything.

I should really start thinking about things. Ray seems to be getting rather attached to P'las. I don't know what the difference is, between him and me, beyond the color of our dragons. I can be honest, I'm not handsome--and neither is he. In fact, P'las and I seem to have a lot in common, judging from our brief conversation.

Do I want to interfere with them? I don't know. I mean, yes, I do want to meddle, but would that really be the best thing to do? I don't meddle so well, I would likely be pretty obvious about it. I should just talk to her... but it's so hard to talk to her sometimes, especially about serious things like this. I mean, she's fine when it's a really serious issue at hand, but when it comes to emotions, everything's a joke. I can't tell, sometimes, if she's really angry at me, or if she's pretending to be angry because it amuses her, or if she honestly likes something, or if she's pretending to like something to avoid hurting people's feelings.

And I joke around her so much, because it's easier to joke around her than it is to be serious, that if I did tell her, she'd probably take it as a joke.

...

Nakoreth's telling me I'm a wherry.

If only things were as simple for people as it is for dragons.

Shards! I just ran into Rayi sitting next to P'las. Where has he been?

Today, I had two weird conversations with Ray. One at breakfast, and then later that day. I meant to apologize to her at dinner, but didn't see her.

Nakoreth's been hunting well. He prefers wild wherries to the ones in the pens, and for some reason, likes the fishy flavor of the ones off the coast. I'm not about to object.

Just my luck, pulling a long sweepflight duty the day of the Gather. I should be off duty toward the evening though, maybe I can get some dancing in. Or maybe I'll get to see Ray in a dress, I heard a Weaver came and bullied her into being fitted for one.

Now that would have been something to see!