You are what you Eat/Buy/Live © 2017
[8-19-17 followup prompt: You are what you eat/buy. Tell us more about your character based on what you find in their home/room. Develop more info about your dragon boy.]
Ardee's Spartan room is a typical, rock hewn, dim, dorm shared with several other five year olds who all just graduated from the weyr nursery. His is a bottom bunk, one of twenty. His meager allotment of clothing easily fit in the single, under-the-end-of-the-bed, storage bin; the bin under the bed side was for his bunk mate.
Even in the slightly musty, damp-feet scent clinging to the rocky walls and the poor light of just two dying glows, his revered white, crisp Impression shift hung reverentially at the end of his bunk and was radiant. It was too soon, but he couldn't wait for his chance to wear it and become a dragon rider. It was ready for him the instant he was deemed ready.
His only other possessions in his home were also what made his bunk special— two pencil sketches. One was of the missing parents he never knew – which was customary in a dragon weyr since parents typically fostered out their children. They had little choice since both parents were dragon riders and faced death every time they rose to fight the dangerous, voracious enemy, Thread.
The other sketch, also tacked where he could fall asleep to their images, was of a glorious bronze dragon with scintillating green eyes and wings spread powerfully up, mid stroke and poised to rise beautifully. Ardee had sketched himself seated on the last ridge of 'his' dragon's neck.
Comment: This really tells a lot about the child, his upbringing and society. Read it again.