Cheynoron's history

As a child, Cheynoron never showed an affinity for any particular craft, be it fishing, weaving, or dolphineering. Instead, he was good at many things, and in fact anything he set his mind to. So when other children his age began to study their crafts, he became known as a jack-of-all-trades, helping to fix whatever needed repair, or to lend a hand when one was needed. Carpenters, fishermen, and cooks alike all came to know him by name and reputation.

Unfortunately for the boy, this left little for him to set his mind on. In his heart, he always believed that everyone has a purpose, and that being Mr. Fixit was not his. But whenever he worked around the Hold, he couldn't really find something that he particularly loved to do. He didn't like making things, or repairing things as such, but he did remember a time he'd gone out with the fishermen when they'd needed an extra hand on deck. The salty air and the sea spray, the sun and the wind, all made him feel like he'd never felt before.

As he thought of this, he saw a Wing of Dragons return from their sweeps. Their brilliant colors and majesty lifted his heart and he wondered if being out on the open sea was anything like flying. Later that night, he talked it over with his mother and they decided, before his father returned home for the evening from work, that perhaps life at the Weyr would be best for the lad; after all, nothing else stirred him like that flight had. His father Kento took a little more convincing, but soon Cheynoron was packed and saying his good-byes. A friend rode with him on the road to the Weyr, partly for support and also to bring both runners home because in theory, Cheyno would not need one ever again.

It wasn't long before Cheynoron found his place at the Weyr. He was Searched and studied dragons in preparation for his day on the Sands. He was taught many things, and that there was no guarantee that a young lad or lass might Impress.

The first Hatching he attended the colors were often times as vivid as the clothing the audience wore and the feelings of hope and joy permeating the air were thick and sticky; excitement electrified everyone's senses, even for the most hardened of individuals. He did not Impress that day, nor at the next Hatching or the next. Dragons believed he was still prime Candidate material, even though humans who knew better warned that he may never Impress.

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