Svyn
1.
STATS
Svyn
male, 20
A well-educated Icelander with brown hair, beard
and blue eyes. Svyn has learned through trial, error and observation what
dangers Iceland harbours. As the apprentice of a wandering medicine man
he's seen all kinds of sufferings. He's an idealist who supports the
younger generation's wishes to travel south.
2.
Hatching
This year's Lantessama's
holiday cavern was decorated lavishly again. The inside of the smaller one
of the two hatching caverns in the middle mountain was plastered with ice.
Snow crackled below people's feet and their breath made little clouds in
the air. It didn't matter that a few winter season and a couple of
assembled winter-type dragons were grumbling and sending out bad karma
when the end result looked like this. It was snow!
Candidates and spectators filed in, as did the Laedrysses and a few other
Lantessaman officials. When everyone was seated Lucas signalled for the
lights to be dimmed and then the entire cave bathed in a faint icy blue
sheen. As the temperature dropped, the eggs in the center of the cavern,
buried in snow and ice, started to show signs of hatching.
The first one to actually hatch was one of the eggs at the edge of the
circle of snow. A green-yellow head, resembling the gem peridot, popped
out of the snow, followed by feathered wings and a sleek body. The
hatchling, a male, shook the snow from his back and tail and then sat down
cleaning his paws. Only when he'd finished that did he move toward the
candidates.
"Svyn."
he said, "My name is Skaoi Imar."
"Nice to meet you." the Iceland medic replied.
3. Adult
Skaoi Imar dashed through the light dusting of
snow and felt for a moment like a fresh hatchling again. That first
feeling of snow on his feet had been so right. But he was older now, had
felt sand, dirt, mud, mulch, grass... and likely there were plenty of
other form of terrain to try. But snow would forever remain his
favourite.
"I see we might need to take a trip to IceLand soon?" Svyn
asked.
"Your heart aches when you think of that
place."
"I don't miss the place, just the people."
Svyn often wondered how Gryerd had faired, how the people of Yshegeln had
coped with their disappearance. Would they think them dead?
"There's only one way to find out."
Skaoi remarked.
"I bet we'd give old Gryerd a heart attack... but he would not act
superstitious."
"Let's go."
4. Flight
text (write when Saryn impresses)
~Story~
Yvander - Svyn -
Saryn - Rygha -
Sha'uny
