Z'dre

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Stats

Name: Z'dre (zeh dreh)

Age: Early twenties

Gender: Male

Sexual identity/orientation: Male; females and males

Species/Type: P*nese human

Place of Birth: A hold beholden to DragonHope Weyr

Place of Residence: We're Rococo

Rank/Craft: Wingrider; Healer, apprentice with interest in psychology

Duties:His primary focus is on his dragon and being a wingrider, even more so than is the norm. He studies tactics, formations, and is meticulous with his dragon's and equipment's care.

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Family

Sponsorling(s): None assigned

• First: N/A
• Second: N/A

Bond(s): Oblacith

Lifemate(s): None

Pet(s): None

Others of note:

• P'tr: .
• Il'ya: .

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Flights

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Offspring

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Family Tree

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Physical Description

Hair: Zendrell has a thick shock of coppery hair that he likes to keep combed back over the crown of his head. It is very short in back and along the sides, longer (about three inches or so) on top. Often, his thick, straight hair falls in his eyes while he's working.

Skin:His skin has the hint of a buttery tan, and many freckles cross his nose and cheeks, and his shoulders.

Limbs: One head, two arms, two legs, no tail.

Eyes: His eyes are a mixture of greenish and deep grey, with a playful, impish squint almost always present. His eyelashes are blond with a hint of copper-orange.

Size/Physique: Slight and small, but wiry and full of energy like a coiled spring.

Other: Zendrell prefers to tuck his shirts of blue or green, into trousers of brown or deep grey. He has a favorite vest, of lightweight sueded leather, that he wears wherever he goes. He likes to wear boots regardless of where he is, inside or outside of the Weyr.

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Physical Abilities

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Mental Abilities

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Magical Abilities

None: none

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Personality

Attitude: Intuitive and able to read body language, Zendrell is sensitive to one's feelings, especially for a boy his age. He knows when someone is suffering, even if they are adept at hiding their discomfort; all he needs is a little time with them to learn the signs. He is a quick study, and can get a good feel for a patient within minutes. Likewise, he can read a book twice and have an excellent grasp on the material.

Hobbies: Zendrell likes to play little harmless pranks on his friends and little brother. No one is sure if it is an expression of affection, or if he does it to them because he knows he can get away with it.

Plans: He is interested in psychology, and studies the subject for a little "light reading" before bed. But real practice in the craft will come once he walks the tables--if he does! He has not shown as much dedication to healing as he does in riding, so it is hard to say if psychology is really in his career's future.

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History

Summary

Zendrell and Zemaal have always been "children of the Weyr." The result of a Mating Flight between a bluerider named Z'rel on blue Datrevth (dah trehvth), and a greenrider named Commyna (cohm een ah) on green Salnith (sahl nihth), Zemaal was given up soon after he was born. Zendrell maintains that he is the offspring of one of the weyr healers, a more steady love-interest of Commyna's. Eventually, though they had become milk brothers as well as half-brothers, it doesn't really matter who the boys are related to, since like so many weyrbrats, they were raised by the Weyr in general. Neither brother has ever been close to his parents personally, even though he knew who they were.

After a tragedy that took the lives of so many riders during Threadfall, including his own bluerider father, Zemaal mourned outwardly with the rest of the Weyr, but was up with his brother the very next morning helping people cope. Since then, he has tried to keep the loss of his father hidden from his expression in favor of a more optimistic smile. Zendrell never had any special feelings for Z'rel, though his empathy for Zemaal has helped the younger boy through many hard times.

The boys, together with two other brothers, Pyotr and Ilviylir, have been escorted by a Searchrider to DragonHope. DragonHope's are their first hatchings to Stand at, though ever since they were old enough, Zendrell and Zemaal have enjoyed coming to watch one. In his spare time, Zemaal has spent many sevendays and candlemarks into the night studying up on dragons and their care in preparation for a possible Impression, and his eventual move over to the dragonhealing craft. Zendrell is not sure what he will do upon Impression, "Maybe I'll just hang around and bug him." Zemaal has suggested working as a psychologist to other dragonriders, who have their own special concerns. Zendrell seems to like the idea.

Impression

It had been a while since his brother had Impressed to a beautiful, large Blue. Precisely three clutches were laid and hatched while Zendrell waited to Impress, too. It did not bother him all that much. He had many duties to perform as both a Candidate and a Healer apprentice that he simply had not thought about it. He was beginning to think there was something wrong with himself because this failure had not phased him.

But here he was, on the Sands again burning his feet. He listened to the familiar humming of the dragons in the heights above. He looked up to see some flight, others waving their wings idly, or folding them up. They looked like multicolored butterflies landing on a salt lick.

While his mind wandered, he missed the first cracking eggshells. But unfailingly the dragons told him it was time. Their humming calmed in intensity. He watched with eyes glued to the clutch, just like everyone else. He realized after a while that he had been holding his breath and let it out. He really was just like everyone else, he smirked.

Then, two eggs trembled and both showed green on the inside. A leg here, a snout in the other... Both broke open at about the same time, sisters that could only be told apart by their size. Neither would be big, even for greens - they were a white's offspring after all. But the bigger of the pair tried to clean herself off, hindered a bit by the smaller of the two.

As she tried to dry her wings, the smaller green snuck up behind her, bowled her over, and ran - covered in wet sand and shell goo - right up to Zendrell.

Z'dre! Are you as pleased to meet me as I am to meet you?

He had watched the smaller green's play with growing surprise. She was perfect-- but he tried to keep his snicker to himself. There was no sense in encouraging this kind of behavior. He shifted his feet while the sand roasted his squirming toes, and pulled at the sleeves of his candidate's robe-- were they too short? Uneven?

He cleared his throat. He must try to be the adult here.

"I'm pretty sure I am, but that was kind of mean." Z'dre said.

But you like pranks - and I think I will help you do some good ones!

'She knows,' he realized in horror. Time to change the subject.

"All right, Oblacith, I guess... But be careful. And, couldn't you do what your sister is doing? Maybe clean off a little? You're messy!"

~ Exerpts from DragonHope's fourth hatching!

That day passed like a dream. His shock was complete. Vague gratefulness was given to Weyr staff because they seemed to understand his condition and patiently gave him instructions throughout the ordeal. Food, wash, oil, repeat. Got it. And some of it came automatically, since candidates are taught what was expected of them. He was just so dazed that he needed little reminders.

At one time he was visited by his brother Z'aal, who showed some concern about Zendrell, now Z'dre. "Are you feeling all right? Maybe you should sit down."

But he felt great and told his brother as much. Well, not great but certainly positive. He had his Green! The most beautiful female on P*n. At least she was once clean. Z'aal was fortunate to see her without the egg goo smeared from nose to tail tip, though he had been through it before with Lefpath.

Even his mother came to congratulate him. He almost did not recognize her through the daze. But he thanked her and she made a quick retreat into the crowd. She reminded him that the feast would be soon. She would like to see him again if he wanted to chat.

He decided not to take her up on the offer.

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Links

Story | Oblacith

Z'dre and Oblacith found eachother on DragonHope Weyr's Hatching Sands!

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