Th'yor and Readoath

Name: Th'yor (Thayor )
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Family: Father-S'vor, greenrider; Mother-Thete, goldrider; half-siblings, no full siblings

Build: Tall and rather thin
Skin: Lightly tanned
Hair: Reddish brown, slightly curly, to nape of neck
Eyes: Greenish-blue

Personality: He has a keen sense of adveture and loves to go spelunking. He loves living in Darkling Dawn and knows just about all the lesser-known back tunnels, but he likes that they occasionally change without warning, which keeps him on his toes. He has a loose tongue and tends to say what's on his mind, but he's not overly rude and always willing to stick up for his friends.
Past: The result of a short-lived fling between a queenrider and an older greenrider (and we're pretty sure some sort of time anomaly was involved as well), Thayor was fostored off quite young, but didn't seem to mind the lack of a relationship with his parents. He does have several half-siblings from both sides, but he doesn't tend to hang around them, either. He does like dragons, though, and wants to be a dragonrider some day.

Pets: Green fire lizard, Gemini
From: Falas Weyr
Bond: Blue Reedoeth
Standing at: Seiryuu Weyr

He wasn't really trying to get anywhere this time. Thayor'd just gotten bored sitting around his room, having finished his chores on time--for once--and his fostor mother told him in no uncertain terms that she wanted him out of her hair for a little while.
He'd decided to take Gemini and explore some of the smaller and practically deserted tunnels of Darkling Dawn. The Dragonry had far more tunnels crisscrossing its interior than the inhabitants could reasonably use, and many of the more inconveniant or out-of-the-way passages were unkempt and unlit. Even so, they were more like hallways, with uniformly-spaced walls and often lined with a mixture of either unlit torches, Pernese glowblaskets, or high-tech light bulbs, than real cave tunnels, but in the dark, he could almost forget where he was.
More than once, Thayor had longed to find a real cave to explore properly, but unfortunately, the Dragonry was (quite oddly) only one mountain in an endless plain of otherwise unspectacular forest. He made do with what he could. It was while exploring one of these unexplored tunnels that he got lost. It was quite disconcerting really; it had never happened before. He normally had an impeccable sense of direction. Now, however, he was inescapably lost, and even Gemini couldn't help him now.
The fire lizard in question was perched on his shoulder, though she sporadically leapt off to chase after insects or explore or somesuch. She didn't seem at all concerned with their predicament, which didn't help Thayor's peace of mind.
"You're a bloody useless flitter, you know that?" he told her. Gemini was completely unfazed; she just dug her claws into the fabric of his shirt and set about cleaning a layer of dust from her hide.
He doubled back the way he'd come, only to end up in a dead end. Thayor groaned in irritation. "What in Faranth's name is going on here? This sort of random landscape shuffling is only supposed to happen outside the Dragonry." He shook his head; the fabric of reality was so unreliable lately.
Thoroughly fed up, he didn't feel like shuffling about in the dark anymore. This area of the tunnel was lit by glows, fortunately; he opened the basket and the glows inside shed a dim light on the area around him. Up ahead, the path split into two identical looking forks; he chose one at random and proceeded through several more forks. At one point, he came across an underground stream that he was sure was not supposed to be there. He went on, ran into several dead ends, circled back, and the stream was gone, as were the paths he'd come from before. "I don't even like labyrinths," he sighed.
Some time later, he wasn't at all sure how it had happened, as he had noticed nothing different around him, but Thayor realized suddenly that he was no longer in the tunnels he'd started out in, nor had he been for some time. Without realizing, he must have stumbled out of Darkling Dawn's pocket dimension and onto a planet in true space, somehow. It all just gave him a headache.
His first clue was when he came to a properly lit area and saw the people. There was nothing odd about them, other than the fact that they were almost all completely human, instead of a mixture with a heavy dose of...other creatures. He also didn't recognize a single person, nor did he recognize his surroundings.
He didn't bother trying to find the way he'd come in; inter-dimensional pathways like that didn't usually tend to go both ways. Instead he stopped someone passing by to ask them where he was now. The man stared at him oddly. "Seiryuu Weyr, of course. Where else?" He strode off, muttering under his breath about 'sharding weyrbrats making trouble'.
"Ah, that's on Pern, right?" he spoke up, drawing several more odd looks. He decided to shut up then. He strode around for a bit, taking in the sights. He wasn't particularly concerned about getting home straight away; he could probably get a sympathetic rider to give him a lift, and if worse came to worse, he could always send Gemini back for help. There was a sudden dragon bugle, and Thayor could see that it came from the direction of the Hatching Cavern. A grin crept onto his face. "Well," he told no one in particular, "There's no reason I have to get back home straight away, right?" Gemini seemed to ignore him completely, and instead dove off his shoulder to go after a rat.
Thayor nodded. "Right, well, I think I'll go see if they're still accepting candidates for the clutch..."