His hazel eyes can appear either dark blue or light brown depending on what he wears and his surroundings. He has a winning smile which, when it becomes a grin, displays strong, white, even teeth with, unfortunately, part of one lower front tooth missing as a result of an uncooperative heardbeast. His hands are broad with long fingers and heavily calloused. He usually walks with slow, deliberate steps due to his Turns of working among the herd.

Each time it seemed he could be sent to the Beastcraft Hall something happened...an injury to his father, illness of someone in the family, damages to the hold caused by Southern's sometimes violent climate. Eolar met each delay with acceptance, convinced that eventually he would have the opportunity to advance beyond the apprenticeship which his father, as a Journeyman, could not exceed. Like any youth, he sometimes thought about the dragons of Pern and being one with them, but he never dwelled on such thoughts. After all, the hold required his attention, and sooner or later, the Craft.

Then came that day...a green dragon landing at the hold...the rider saying he had been Searched...the most traumatic day of Eolar's young life. His initial reluctance to believe was swept away by his parents' estatic reaction. Not just his mother, but his father wept openly with joy, their obvious pride overcoming his doubts about leaving. So Eolar left the hold, knowing that despite the loss of his labor perhaps the hold would would prosper nonetheless, perhaps he would become one of those who made labor, and prosperity, possible. When he stood on the sands for his first Hatching, Eolar became E'lar when he impressed blue Rindoralth

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