Voeran was born on Ista Island the son of a herder at Ista Hold. His mother Irene was a gentle soul and the most important person in his life. Two older sisters and one brother filled out the rest of his family, his sisters already married and settled in their own homes, while his brother seemed to be destined to follow his father's footsteps. From an early age Voeran learned the handling of various beasts and of all that was required for their care but he found that he was restless and had little interest in his father's craft. When of an age he talked to his parents and informed them that he was leaving to find his own way in the world. His mother tried to dissuade him but his mind was made up. Soon after he started his wanderings, working on various farms, cotholds and even holds...but still he could find nothing that gave him a feeling of accomplishment of belonging..so he kept traveling. He found passage on a ship headed for Southern and worked his way down the coast to the southern continent learning the ship craft. Not one to stand still for long he wandered here and there on Southern and spent some time working on a fishing boat learning the fisher's trade. Such hard work he'd not come across in his short time on Pern and it left it's mark on him. Now he finds himself at Honshu Weyr and he hopes that here he can find the peace that he's searched for for these many turns.

Voeran was asked to stand for the clutch at Honshu Weyr by the WerylingMaster Sioneva. after a moment or two of shock and surprise Voeran agreed to stand. He went through Candidacy without much ado and when the hatching day arrived he was chosen by his new lifemate Amidith!

V'ran's WeyrlingHood was remarkable only in it's unremarabliouness. He had his inevitable growing pains getting to know his lifemate and all that was needed to keep him healthy and ready to fight thread. He and his clutchmates graduated soon enough, though it seemed like Turns and Turns before they finally did. 

At the graduation Party everyone was lavished with gifts and had a great time, wings were assigned to the now new Rider's and they prepared to settle into their new life as Rider's at Honshu Weyr. Before this happened though we need to go back and revisit a portion of V'ran's and Amidith's WeyrlingHood, it seems that Amidith has formed an attachment to a certain Harper Apprentice and did his all to make sure that he'd get to see her as often as was possible. He (Amidith) also did his all to make sure that his lifemate was aware of all the glowing qualities of the Harper at every opportunity.

After graduation V'ran became more and more aware of Losia's qualities and attractions and began to pursue her in earnest. As things seemed to be looking up for the fledgling relationship Lil's dragon went up for her mating flight just as Losia and V'ran were in the Main Hall.  Needless to say V'ran's attention were not on Losia for the length of the flight and he left her there to follow Lil as he was swept up in his lifemate's emotions. After the flight he returned to the Main Hall and tried to explain to Losia what had happened and that he had little or no control during the flight.

Shortly thereafter Losia disappeared and no one seemed to know where she'd gone. V'ran of course thought that it was because of the flight and what occurred during it and after.  One day during sweeps he stopped by the beach at Southern and met Cassandra, a rider who'd been scored along with her lifemate during the last threadfall over Southern.  They talked, they laughed and had a good time. V'ran forgetting Losia for the moment but soon recalling her disappearance and how he felt about her. He took his leave of Cassandra and continued his sweeps hoping to spot Losia somewhere along the way.

Here is some information bout Amidith:

TEMPER: Amidith's temperament is nothing so easily summed up, for he is a complicated, intelligent being, capable of extremes in both compassion and bravery, insight and action. As a young dragon, his primary interest, of course, will be in you, his lifemate, for whom he will act forever as a ready ear (so to speak) for the unburdening of troubles, and as a constant source of reassurance. Yet his interests will rapidly expand, his role of confidant expanding to his clutchmates, and through them, their lifemates. In this, you may be dragged along for the ride, stories of their problems in turn offered to you. For all that it may seem he is interested in gossip, however, he will prove to be insightful in the problems that catch his interest, offering you new viewpoints -- if not solutions, that you might be able to help solve the problems in turn. His curiosity will also expand beyond merely his clutchmates, but to any and all new experiences, each which will be treated with both interest, and a degree of caution. As training begins, he will take eagerly to the tasks assigned, and will tend to encourage you in those same tasks, while always ready to comfort after a particularly bad day of Weyrling training. In this facet, he will never really change, for the same devotion will carry on to the drills you will endure later, as part of a fighting wing, and into fall itself. << We must save them, >> is a phrase he will often repeat, when fighting thread, for he understands that one aspect with absolute clarity: the importance of fighting dragons, as the protectors of all of those who cannot protect themselves from the menace of thread. There is a danger in this clarity, however. As his rider, it will always be your job to keep him from going too far, for Amidith will put his all, his every ounce of strength into protecting 'them', sometimes negligent of his own safety. Maturity will bring more concerns than threadfall, of course. Mating flights will be a curiosity at first, a new experience met as any would be, with both interest and caution, indulgence and restraint. Yet, as he becomes more familiar with them, Amidith will display a strange sort of casual interest in the process. While a being of great passion, he will seldom let these passions overcome him, and will be only in the most spectacular of goldflights that he will truly bloom. While he may chase greens, it will never have that same gripping effect, that submersion of Self that characterizes his courting of golds. Once he learns to determine the signs of a proddy gold, you may very well find yourself courting her rider before even -she- knows her gold will rise. Now, your own interests in life and love will forever hold his attention, and just as he supported you in your early days together, Amidith will support you in issues of romance and friendship, and truly, in all the trials of life. While seldom offering opinions directly on any person, or situation, he will often react to your own interactions with them, framing opinions against his perception of your relationships. << She makes you happy, >> or << You seem comfortable with him as a friend, >> or even, << You seem more confident, now that you have a chance to lead others, >> will be the style of comment more frequently made, reinforcing the bonds you eventually form with others, and encouraging you to find things that bring you peace and happiness.
VOICE:Amidith's mindvoice tends toward a gentle flow, thoughts, both words and images pouring in like water. Natural images will always dominate his thoughts, things expressed in terms of the most beautiful features of Pern's landscape. Audibly, his voice will be rather conservative, softer, melodic croons in the tenor range favored over brash trumpets and claxons.

AMIDITH:

A small, well-shaped being of sculpted bronze, this young dragon stands resplendent, his dark hide seemingly forged of some single piece of molten metal. Turning, light passing across his immaculate hide, one is treated to a thousand different shades; in the absence of all but the dimmest light, it is a depthless deep brown, with only the slightest metallic tinge, while direct illumination reveals a glorious, bright polished sheen. Between ranges every shade of bronze, copper, and patinaed green, all of these mixed seamlessly together, encasing his somewhat generously rounded form. That shape is no less natural, no less liquid, flowing gracefully between every curve, from snout to tail, wingtip to wingtip. From his softly protruding headknobs, down around his neck and chest, and even along his tail, there is not a single sharp point or line. Even his wings hang about him like a shimmering, scintillating aura. Everything is gentle, seemingly soft, at a glance, despite the obvious firmness of the muscles which ripple beneath. A constant contradiction, and likewise balance, found between that inherent strength, and his more gentle, kindly appearance. A small polished stone hangs around his neck on a leather thong, the stone itself wrapped many times to prevent it's falling off. A gift from an admirer perhaps?

I will be adding a log of the hatching soon, so stay tuned for further developments.

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