Post by LyricalBlue on Oct 10, 2009 20:10:36 GMT -5
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Character Info:
Name: Iaslia
Age: 17 turns
Gender: Female
Rank: Weyrling
Appearance:
Tall for her age, Iaslia is very proud to state that she is the tallest girl of her Creche group. Blonde-red hair frizzes about her face in a wild halo, which is rarely and only with much brushing, ever tamed. And it is this feature which most reflects the little girl's personality.
Freckles dash across her nose lightly and appear much stronger after she has had a few days in the sun. Dark green eyes, with a few brown flecks in them are often intense, much like her father's as the little girl focuses with an intensity rarely seen in one her age.
Often, she is told how much like her mother she looks and how much like her father she acts. Always busy, it is rare to see Iaslia without a toy or a gadget being tossed between her hands.
Almost always dirty, clothes last a very short period with this very active girl and she is the bane of the creche mothers for how often they need to mend her clothing. Cheeks are so often smeared with dirt, it is a surprise at all to see her clean and it normally takes multiple adults to pin her long enough to actually manage to clean her thoroughly.
Iaslia’s lips also remind passersby of her temper, had the flashing eyes escaped them. Often thin, they are pressed into a disapproving expression, as if she has tasted something sour. The one time the young woman does stand out is when she smiles. It is as if someone flipped on a light bulb, and her laugh is infections, if rare in its occurrence.
The garments she wears vary as often as her moods, though they are most often in shades of blue. Growing up in the Weyr had its benefits and she is talented with her hands, especially when dealing with any detailed work. The most common garb she wears is that of long, tanned breaches and a fluid blue blouse.
Grandfather: E’valn (59 turns), rider of Brown Sartoth (1151: Gold Arizith/ Bronze Birath)
Proud and confident, E’valn would be more what is expected in a Bronze rider than a Brown. He is a demanding man, expecting much from those around him and himself. A seeker of perfection, he is a tightly wound coil. Born Earvaln, he has lived his whole life in the Weyr and expects the rest of his family to do so. And in his mind, that is the highest honor a man can achive while performing in his duties.
Grandmothers:
Sahrah (56 turns) Weyr Cook
A dreamer and a passionate woman, Sahrah had a huge impact on E’dian’s life, far more so than his distant father. Despite a coolness between her and her Weyrmate, she and E’valn have stayed loyal to each other for nearly 35 years. She believes strongly in her offspring and her mate and will go to no ends to do what needs to support them.
Kesstrille (52 turns) Weyr Drudge
A large part of both Miri and Iavala's lives she shaped the two women into reflecting parts of her whole. Iavala took after the side that others tended to be wary of while Miri was as supportive as one could ever want in a family member.
Father: E'dian (31 turns) Weyrleader, Rider of Bronze Xialanth (1171: Gold Arizith/ Bronze Birath)
Charismatic and brilliant, E'dian is little like the rest of his family. He only recently found out that Iaslia is his daughter and has approached the subject very, very carefully.
Mother: Iavala (Deceased) Rider of Green Vireseth (1171: Gold Arizith/ Bronze Birath)
A woman to match E'dian in temper. Iavala lived up to her red hair as her daughter has begun to. Strong and forthright, she grew up in the Weyr under Marisol and was as feminist as they come. She died last year because of the latest surge of ilness across Pern.
Aunts:
Parah (40 turns) Weyr Drudge
Much like her mother, Parah loves the simple things in life. Being a surrogate mother has been the highlight of her life and she fosters many of the Weyr’s brats.
Lyrah (30 turns) Weyr Drudge
An extremely quiet individual, unless one bumps into Lyrah she is unlikely to be noticed at all. This is exactly how she likes it, she helps as much as she can with the healing of the dragons and humans of the Weyr, but she lacks the skill to become a full fledged healer.
Miri (33 turns) Weyr Drudge
Iavala's older sister, Miri has taken over the role of mother in Iaslia's and Ieaslen's lives. A kind and warm woman, she has three children of her own and promised to tell the truth about Iaslia's father and has let E'riol know about his previously unknown role.
Uncle: Ev'os (22 turns) Rider of Bronze Rovanoth
Wound as tight as his father, Evalos is a stern, arrogant young man. The clear favorite of his father’s offspring he is used to getting the best cut off the meat and has come to expect it. Confrontational and forward, he is a strange mirror opposite of his older brother.
Half Brother:Ieaslen (16 turns)
A real blend of his father and mother, Ieaslen has Iavala's red hair and quick temper, but like his brown rider father he has also begun to show a large streak of loyalty.
Cousins:
Kesstriel (18 Turns) Candidate
As sweet as her mother, Kess is a quiet influence on Iaslia's otherwise rampantly shifting attitudes. A role model and often caretaker, Kess is one of the few that Iaslia will listen to for more than a couple moments.
Mikaele (12 turns) Guard Apprentice
Much taller than the rest of the brood, he is a distant if watchful figure in Ias' life. Much like his father, he is a steady and calm individual.
Rebeckaa (8 months) Weyrbrat
She came into the world shortly after Iaslia and Iaeslen became a bigger part of Miri's family.
Personality:
With a temper as fiery as her hair, Iaslia is often the terror of the Weyr, teasing or tormenting the other children. Or, just as often, throwing a tantrum when she does not get what she wants. Between having a turn older brother and a mother that was always straight forward, Iaslia has learned little of fear. She jumps before she looks, mostly figuring that she can handle anything that comes at her.
She is not always moods and temper, if she is given a puzzle or challenge, the young girl can kept busy for hours; and this a much employed weapon. Iaslia is very much like her father in ways she has not even begun to discover and neither has he. Iavala noticed how bright her daughter was early on and pushed the child into early lessons, and in these Iaslia excels, when she actually pays attention.
Always mysteriously underfoot, the women of the Weyr are constantly pestered by the girl with questions about everything large and small. She has an appetite for learned about anything she can absorb in her sponge like fashion. Just as often it seems, it is impossible to find the little girl when one actually wants her. Iaslia seems to have an innate sense of when there are chores to be done and often ducks into the Weyr's many unexplored tunnels and corridors.
Her mother's death has had a significant impact on the girl's life and she has found that all of a sudden, everything is no longer fun and games. Life has shown a serious side that Iaslia has decided she does not like at all. She should not be sad and more importantly Ieaslen and Miri should not have to be sad. In her young fashion, she has decided that she wants to stop this thing in any way she can.
Hobbies/Skills: She can read, write and is fairly handy with Healing craft, though is far better with the dragons than the people she wanted to learn about. She has no singing voice and little musical tallent at all, but she loves to listen to the Weyr's Harpers.
Pets: None
History:
It started with a flirtatious Green sunning nearby a Bronze, a week or so later when Vireseth rose to mate, it was Bronze Xialanth who strangely participated and won. Their riders though, they shared little of the dragons' affections. Needless to say, E'dian and Iavala fought like two tunnel snakes in a bag. Neither would admit the feelings they actually had for each other and they soon parted amidst whirling emotions.
So, it was unsurprising that when Iavala found herself pregnant, that she chose not to inform the bronze rider. She told her sister, and begged for leave to join the Queen's wing so she could avoid going between as much as possible. Avoiding E'dian at all costs, Iavala spent a tense nine months. Her son, Iaeslen had no idea why his mother was so upset but he was excited at the prospect of a sibling to play with. They were better than his friends, or so he was told.
The squalling, red faced baby was not what Ieaslen expected, but knowing his father, it was exactly what Iavala expected. In her first year, Iaslia managed to run both her mother and aunt ragged with her crying and tantrums. Iavala claimed that she was quiet only when she slept and even then, not all of the time.
As Iaslia unfolded as a very bright child, this surprised neither Iavala nor Miri, knowing her parentage. Iavala chose to raise the girl as one of the hordes of creche children. E'dian never asked, and Iavala was strictly against telling him and luckily, Iaslia looked little like her father. Ieaslen had to wait a few years before Iaslia was a suitable playmate, much to his chagrin. But the toddler had little trouble keeping up with the turn older boy.
Iavala became the center of the little girl's life and Iaslia simply idolized her mother. Despite the number of women that helped in the general rearing of the children, Iavala was always the center of Ias' life and of Ieaslen's. So when the sickness swept through the Weyr, it shocked all who knew her to see the vibrant young woman claimed by disease. Iaslia watched her mother get sick and then Ieaslen, many of the other children and mother's got sick. But Iavala did not get better.
One morning, Iaslia woke to the screaming of her mother's Green Vireseth going between forever as Iavala's life faded out. Brother and sister cried themselves to sleep that night and many nights after that. Miri moved the children into her own family's caves and informed E'riol of his parentage after Iavala's loss had been mourned. With her mother gone. Miri felt he had to know about the little girl.
The years after were spent in the watchful care of Miri and Kess, the other girl being a year older, was often the closest guardian of the firey Iaslia. As they grew, the two grew closer and it is not often that one can find one cousin without the other. As she grew, her mother's death weighed heavily on Ias and she decided that the best way to serve her mother's memory was to follow in her footsteps.
Determined, and nearly as bright as her father, she grew in height and in knowledge quickly. She tutored especially under the Weyr's Healers. This was, as most crafts were, dominated by men. But Iaslia was determined to learn all she could and became somewhat skilled in the craft. It was another green that changed her life once more when she was told she would make a viable Candidate for Impression. Once again, she met this new task with determination.
The hatching was over, Iaslia mustered herself along with the other candidates who did not Impress and turned to head back to the Hall for the customary Hatching Feast. Then Aliath began to hum again, the red head whirled in place, her eyes immediately going to where the Weyrleaders stood. The gold had uncurled her tail to reveal an egg much larger than the rest. Was that what she thought it was? With dark green eyes wide, she was hustled back to the sands. As the egg began to hatch there was little doubt as to the color of the hatchling and the girls who had not Impressed stood in a loose half circle around the adult Queen and her last egg.
Iaslia could not help but give a little smirk, she could understand Aliath not wanting to give up her children. It all happened so fast, the Queen had little time to gloat, and it had been a good clutch. The gooey mass of golden dragonet tumbled out of her shell and suddenly Iaslia had eyes for nothing else. One candidate got a tad too excited and approached the queen and the two fell in a tumble that would no doubt be fatal to the other girl.
But as the little Queen's eyes locked on Iaslia's, the girl lost herself in a haze of faceted blue eyes and adoration. She moved immediately to wrap her arms around the base of the little Queen's neck to support her. Iaslia pushed some left over membrane off the perfect golden hide and sighed.
"Come on, there is still food left. Nisurath"
Her voice fell off on the name, simply savoring the taste and as the gold turned whirling eyes on the girl, Iaslia knew that her world was now changed forever. She murmured the name once more and Nisurath looked at her with a tilted head. Yes, this was all good and well, but she was hungry! As the pair righted themselves and walked to the left over buckets of meat, Iaslia turned her head to look up at her father, raising her voice high enough for even him to hear.
"Her name is Nisurath."
With that she turned and dipped her hand into the bucket, feeding gobbet after gobbet of meat into the waiting maw of the little Queen's mouth. The former Weyrleader was there with admonishments not to overfeed her, but Iaslia was fairly sure that she had an endless stomach. Though, soon enough the gold pronounced herself sated and the pair were hustled off to the Weyrling Barracks to settle their new partners down to sleep.
Dragon Info:
Name: Nisurath
Age: 2 Turns
Color: Gold ( #ffff66 to #ffffaa to #ffff33)
Clutch: 1188: Gold Aliath/ Bronze Xialanth
Mindvoice: Grace Potter
Appearance: With one look at Nisurath there is no doubt the Queen is a strange one, much thinner and lighter in color than any other Queen that has been hatched on Ponaa's sands, many worry that she will not survive. Her ribs stand out and she looks to have little muscle on her frame.
In proportions she is still a Queen and very close to the size of her dam when Aliath had been hatched. The scoop of the forehead and the arch of her neck also are a spitting image of the Queen that laid her. Her hide however is almost white, it still holds the golden sheen that all Queens have.
Aside from looking starved and weak, her frame is well built, if delicately proportioned for a dragon of her size. And although the whole of the Weyr may worry when they look at her, there is no doubt that this little dragon is a Queen.
Personality:
There is a hot temper in the light frame and the little gold reflects her rider's personality in such a close way that it is enough to make anyone in the Weyr nervous. She a is demanding, impetuous and 'look after you leap' kind of lady.
Right now her main focuses are eating, sleeping and getting oiled, because that hide sure is itchy. There is little other room in the gold's mind aside from washing her rider with love every time she is awake, which right now is not all that often.
History: Aliath shifted around in the sand, moving her body and her tail at the same time. As she moved, the sands over her tail moved with her, exposing flashes of golden shell. Gaelle saw it and gasped. How had her weyrling gold created that huge egg? "E'dian! Do you see that?" She grabbed the Weyrleader's sleeve.
Female candidates scuttled into position as the humming of the dragons intensified. The egg had been cracking, just slowly. Aliath poked at it with her nose, softly helping the dragonet out of her shell. A golden head popped out at the top, turned sideways, and surveyed the scene. Her mother, the golden Queen, murmured at the hatchling, coaxing her into the world.
Finally, the gold dragonet rolled out of her egg and rose, wings dripping with fluid. She was wavering from hunger, so she ran to the candidates. Tripping, she tumbled into one of the candidates, leaving deep claw marks in her arms and legs. The poor girl lost consciousness, but the gold went on. She approached Iaslia.
I am Nisurath. I am very, very hungry.
(History by Memorie)
Wing Flown With: Queen's Wing
Character Info:
Name: Iaslia
Age: 17 turns
Gender: Female
Rank: Weyrling
Appearance:
Tall for her age, Iaslia is very proud to state that she is the tallest girl of her Creche group. Blonde-red hair frizzes about her face in a wild halo, which is rarely and only with much brushing, ever tamed. And it is this feature which most reflects the little girl's personality.
Freckles dash across her nose lightly and appear much stronger after she has had a few days in the sun. Dark green eyes, with a few brown flecks in them are often intense, much like her father's as the little girl focuses with an intensity rarely seen in one her age.
Often, she is told how much like her mother she looks and how much like her father she acts. Always busy, it is rare to see Iaslia without a toy or a gadget being tossed between her hands.
Almost always dirty, clothes last a very short period with this very active girl and she is the bane of the creche mothers for how often they need to mend her clothing. Cheeks are so often smeared with dirt, it is a surprise at all to see her clean and it normally takes multiple adults to pin her long enough to actually manage to clean her thoroughly.
Iaslia’s lips also remind passersby of her temper, had the flashing eyes escaped them. Often thin, they are pressed into a disapproving expression, as if she has tasted something sour. The one time the young woman does stand out is when she smiles. It is as if someone flipped on a light bulb, and her laugh is infections, if rare in its occurrence.
The garments she wears vary as often as her moods, though they are most often in shades of blue. Growing up in the Weyr had its benefits and she is talented with her hands, especially when dealing with any detailed work. The most common garb she wears is that of long, tanned breaches and a fluid blue blouse.
Grandfather: E’valn (59 turns), rider of Brown Sartoth (1151: Gold Arizith/ Bronze Birath)
Proud and confident, E’valn would be more what is expected in a Bronze rider than a Brown. He is a demanding man, expecting much from those around him and himself. A seeker of perfection, he is a tightly wound coil. Born Earvaln, he has lived his whole life in the Weyr and expects the rest of his family to do so. And in his mind, that is the highest honor a man can achive while performing in his duties.
Grandmothers:
Sahrah (56 turns) Weyr Cook
A dreamer and a passionate woman, Sahrah had a huge impact on E’dian’s life, far more so than his distant father. Despite a coolness between her and her Weyrmate, she and E’valn have stayed loyal to each other for nearly 35 years. She believes strongly in her offspring and her mate and will go to no ends to do what needs to support them.
Kesstrille (52 turns) Weyr Drudge
A large part of both Miri and Iavala's lives she shaped the two women into reflecting parts of her whole. Iavala took after the side that others tended to be wary of while Miri was as supportive as one could ever want in a family member.
Father: E'dian (31 turns) Weyrleader, Rider of Bronze Xialanth (1171: Gold Arizith/ Bronze Birath)
Charismatic and brilliant, E'dian is little like the rest of his family. He only recently found out that Iaslia is his daughter and has approached the subject very, very carefully.
Mother: Iavala (Deceased) Rider of Green Vireseth (1171: Gold Arizith/ Bronze Birath)
A woman to match E'dian in temper. Iavala lived up to her red hair as her daughter has begun to. Strong and forthright, she grew up in the Weyr under Marisol and was as feminist as they come. She died last year because of the latest surge of ilness across Pern.
Aunts:
Parah (40 turns) Weyr Drudge
Much like her mother, Parah loves the simple things in life. Being a surrogate mother has been the highlight of her life and she fosters many of the Weyr’s brats.
Lyrah (30 turns) Weyr Drudge
An extremely quiet individual, unless one bumps into Lyrah she is unlikely to be noticed at all. This is exactly how she likes it, she helps as much as she can with the healing of the dragons and humans of the Weyr, but she lacks the skill to become a full fledged healer.
Miri (33 turns) Weyr Drudge
Iavala's older sister, Miri has taken over the role of mother in Iaslia's and Ieaslen's lives. A kind and warm woman, she has three children of her own and promised to tell the truth about Iaslia's father and has let E'riol know about his previously unknown role.
Uncle: Ev'os (22 turns) Rider of Bronze Rovanoth
Wound as tight as his father, Evalos is a stern, arrogant young man. The clear favorite of his father’s offspring he is used to getting the best cut off the meat and has come to expect it. Confrontational and forward, he is a strange mirror opposite of his older brother.
Half Brother:Ieaslen (16 turns)
A real blend of his father and mother, Ieaslen has Iavala's red hair and quick temper, but like his brown rider father he has also begun to show a large streak of loyalty.
Cousins:
Kesstriel (18 Turns) Candidate
As sweet as her mother, Kess is a quiet influence on Iaslia's otherwise rampantly shifting attitudes. A role model and often caretaker, Kess is one of the few that Iaslia will listen to for more than a couple moments.
Mikaele (12 turns) Guard Apprentice
Much taller than the rest of the brood, he is a distant if watchful figure in Ias' life. Much like his father, he is a steady and calm individual.
Rebeckaa (8 months) Weyrbrat
She came into the world shortly after Iaslia and Iaeslen became a bigger part of Miri's family.
Personality:
With a temper as fiery as her hair, Iaslia is often the terror of the Weyr, teasing or tormenting the other children. Or, just as often, throwing a tantrum when she does not get what she wants. Between having a turn older brother and a mother that was always straight forward, Iaslia has learned little of fear. She jumps before she looks, mostly figuring that she can handle anything that comes at her.
She is not always moods and temper, if she is given a puzzle or challenge, the young girl can kept busy for hours; and this a much employed weapon. Iaslia is very much like her father in ways she has not even begun to discover and neither has he. Iavala noticed how bright her daughter was early on and pushed the child into early lessons, and in these Iaslia excels, when she actually pays attention.
Always mysteriously underfoot, the women of the Weyr are constantly pestered by the girl with questions about everything large and small. She has an appetite for learned about anything she can absorb in her sponge like fashion. Just as often it seems, it is impossible to find the little girl when one actually wants her. Iaslia seems to have an innate sense of when there are chores to be done and often ducks into the Weyr's many unexplored tunnels and corridors.
Her mother's death has had a significant impact on the girl's life and she has found that all of a sudden, everything is no longer fun and games. Life has shown a serious side that Iaslia has decided she does not like at all. She should not be sad and more importantly Ieaslen and Miri should not have to be sad. In her young fashion, she has decided that she wants to stop this thing in any way she can.
Hobbies/Skills: She can read, write and is fairly handy with Healing craft, though is far better with the dragons than the people she wanted to learn about. She has no singing voice and little musical tallent at all, but she loves to listen to the Weyr's Harpers.
Pets: None
History:
It started with a flirtatious Green sunning nearby a Bronze, a week or so later when Vireseth rose to mate, it was Bronze Xialanth who strangely participated and won. Their riders though, they shared little of the dragons' affections. Needless to say, E'dian and Iavala fought like two tunnel snakes in a bag. Neither would admit the feelings they actually had for each other and they soon parted amidst whirling emotions.
So, it was unsurprising that when Iavala found herself pregnant, that she chose not to inform the bronze rider. She told her sister, and begged for leave to join the Queen's wing so she could avoid going between as much as possible. Avoiding E'dian at all costs, Iavala spent a tense nine months. Her son, Iaeslen had no idea why his mother was so upset but he was excited at the prospect of a sibling to play with. They were better than his friends, or so he was told.
The squalling, red faced baby was not what Ieaslen expected, but knowing his father, it was exactly what Iavala expected. In her first year, Iaslia managed to run both her mother and aunt ragged with her crying and tantrums. Iavala claimed that she was quiet only when she slept and even then, not all of the time.
As Iaslia unfolded as a very bright child, this surprised neither Iavala nor Miri, knowing her parentage. Iavala chose to raise the girl as one of the hordes of creche children. E'dian never asked, and Iavala was strictly against telling him and luckily, Iaslia looked little like her father. Ieaslen had to wait a few years before Iaslia was a suitable playmate, much to his chagrin. But the toddler had little trouble keeping up with the turn older boy.
Iavala became the center of the little girl's life and Iaslia simply idolized her mother. Despite the number of women that helped in the general rearing of the children, Iavala was always the center of Ias' life and of Ieaslen's. So when the sickness swept through the Weyr, it shocked all who knew her to see the vibrant young woman claimed by disease. Iaslia watched her mother get sick and then Ieaslen, many of the other children and mother's got sick. But Iavala did not get better.
One morning, Iaslia woke to the screaming of her mother's Green Vireseth going between forever as Iavala's life faded out. Brother and sister cried themselves to sleep that night and many nights after that. Miri moved the children into her own family's caves and informed E'riol of his parentage after Iavala's loss had been mourned. With her mother gone. Miri felt he had to know about the little girl.
The years after were spent in the watchful care of Miri and Kess, the other girl being a year older, was often the closest guardian of the firey Iaslia. As they grew, the two grew closer and it is not often that one can find one cousin without the other. As she grew, her mother's death weighed heavily on Ias and she decided that the best way to serve her mother's memory was to follow in her footsteps.
Determined, and nearly as bright as her father, she grew in height and in knowledge quickly. She tutored especially under the Weyr's Healers. This was, as most crafts were, dominated by men. But Iaslia was determined to learn all she could and became somewhat skilled in the craft. It was another green that changed her life once more when she was told she would make a viable Candidate for Impression. Once again, she met this new task with determination.
The hatching was over, Iaslia mustered herself along with the other candidates who did not Impress and turned to head back to the Hall for the customary Hatching Feast. Then Aliath began to hum again, the red head whirled in place, her eyes immediately going to where the Weyrleaders stood. The gold had uncurled her tail to reveal an egg much larger than the rest. Was that what she thought it was? With dark green eyes wide, she was hustled back to the sands. As the egg began to hatch there was little doubt as to the color of the hatchling and the girls who had not Impressed stood in a loose half circle around the adult Queen and her last egg.
Iaslia could not help but give a little smirk, she could understand Aliath not wanting to give up her children. It all happened so fast, the Queen had little time to gloat, and it had been a good clutch. The gooey mass of golden dragonet tumbled out of her shell and suddenly Iaslia had eyes for nothing else. One candidate got a tad too excited and approached the queen and the two fell in a tumble that would no doubt be fatal to the other girl.
But as the little Queen's eyes locked on Iaslia's, the girl lost herself in a haze of faceted blue eyes and adoration. She moved immediately to wrap her arms around the base of the little Queen's neck to support her. Iaslia pushed some left over membrane off the perfect golden hide and sighed.
"Come on, there is still food left. Nisurath"
Her voice fell off on the name, simply savoring the taste and as the gold turned whirling eyes on the girl, Iaslia knew that her world was now changed forever. She murmured the name once more and Nisurath looked at her with a tilted head. Yes, this was all good and well, but she was hungry! As the pair righted themselves and walked to the left over buckets of meat, Iaslia turned her head to look up at her father, raising her voice high enough for even him to hear.
"Her name is Nisurath."
With that she turned and dipped her hand into the bucket, feeding gobbet after gobbet of meat into the waiting maw of the little Queen's mouth. The former Weyrleader was there with admonishments not to overfeed her, but Iaslia was fairly sure that she had an endless stomach. Though, soon enough the gold pronounced herself sated and the pair were hustled off to the Weyrling Barracks to settle their new partners down to sleep.
Dragon Info:
Name: Nisurath
Age: 2 Turns
Color: Gold ( #ffff66 to #ffffaa to #ffff33)
Clutch: 1188: Gold Aliath/ Bronze Xialanth
Mindvoice: Grace Potter
Appearance: With one look at Nisurath there is no doubt the Queen is a strange one, much thinner and lighter in color than any other Queen that has been hatched on Ponaa's sands, many worry that she will not survive. Her ribs stand out and she looks to have little muscle on her frame.
In proportions she is still a Queen and very close to the size of her dam when Aliath had been hatched. The scoop of the forehead and the arch of her neck also are a spitting image of the Queen that laid her. Her hide however is almost white, it still holds the golden sheen that all Queens have.
Aside from looking starved and weak, her frame is well built, if delicately proportioned for a dragon of her size. And although the whole of the Weyr may worry when they look at her, there is no doubt that this little dragon is a Queen.
Personality:
There is a hot temper in the light frame and the little gold reflects her rider's personality in such a close way that it is enough to make anyone in the Weyr nervous. She a is demanding, impetuous and 'look after you leap' kind of lady.
Right now her main focuses are eating, sleeping and getting oiled, because that hide sure is itchy. There is little other room in the gold's mind aside from washing her rider with love every time she is awake, which right now is not all that often.
History: Aliath shifted around in the sand, moving her body and her tail at the same time. As she moved, the sands over her tail moved with her, exposing flashes of golden shell. Gaelle saw it and gasped. How had her weyrling gold created that huge egg? "E'dian! Do you see that?" She grabbed the Weyrleader's sleeve.
Female candidates scuttled into position as the humming of the dragons intensified. The egg had been cracking, just slowly. Aliath poked at it with her nose, softly helping the dragonet out of her shell. A golden head popped out at the top, turned sideways, and surveyed the scene. Her mother, the golden Queen, murmured at the hatchling, coaxing her into the world.
Finally, the gold dragonet rolled out of her egg and rose, wings dripping with fluid. She was wavering from hunger, so she ran to the candidates. Tripping, she tumbled into one of the candidates, leaving deep claw marks in her arms and legs. The poor girl lost consciousness, but the gold went on. She approached Iaslia.
I am Nisurath. I am very, very hungry.
(History by Memorie)
Wing Flown With: Queen's Wing
