Post by DragonMagic on Oct 9, 2009 20:26:44 GMT -5
Rider
Username: DragonMagic (< --- lowercase)
Character Number: 1st
The Character
Name: Rhaslie
Age: 25
Wing: Queen’s Wing
Position: Wingleader
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexxual
Appearance:
Rhaslie stands at 5'6" and weighing at 137. She has long black hair, to the middle of her back and brown hazel eyes with flecks of green and amber. She has muscle tone from her dragonriding duties, and is a bit on the slender side from moving around a lot and having a fast metabolism. She has an olive complexion that makes her tan really nicely. She is mostly seen in a tunic and pants. Rhaslie doesn't usually dress up unless it is for a Gather or Hatching or some other occasion. She has a nice red dress that she keeps at the bottom of her travel trunk and wears that dress for those special occasions. She has a small box at the very bottom of her travel trunk. It’s a nice dark rosewood color with her name engraved on the top. She keeps all of her jewelry in it.
She always wears a simple silver necklace that has her and her life mate’s names engraved on it. She had received it as a gift from her parents. It also has a ring to match. She saves the rest of her jewelry to wear for special occasions. She has a leather belt she wears all the time. It was a gift from her brother before she left when she had been Searched. When she is riding or attending other duties she wears a simple dark copper tunic with black or reddish brown trousers. She likes to wear dark colors and will sometimes be seen in lighter colors during the summer months, when it’s really warm. She has a leather jerkin vest that was dyed to a light yellow coloring that she wears every now and then. The inside of the jerkin vest is done up in wherry feathers to keep the body warm during the winter. It’s her favorite vest.
Personality:
Energetic, dependable, considerate, impatient, hard-worker, fierce temper, and loyal. Rhaslie is a hard worker and loyal to her family and deeply devoted to Oulus Weyr. She adores children and hopes to have a few someday. She hopes to find a mate that she could love, trust, talk to, if one exists, one that is not simply interested in just another romp in the furs. She is a very hard worker with a soft voice and an easy smile. She is very serious about her duty as a Dragonrider, and takes Drills seriously. She hides her true feelings from others because she doesn't want anyone to know her mind. She feels that her mind is the only safe place she can retreat to and think things over clearly. The only ones that share her mind is her lifemate and the Weyrleader, who she deeply loves, deep down in her heart.
She has a bad temper when she loses it, but there is a long fuse that leads up to the loss of her self control. Rhaslie does have a temper, but she’s so good-natured that it takes a long while before she does get angry. When she is in a bad mood she glares at people, whether they are the person she is mad at or not. She doesn't lash out at people when she loses her temper, though she does curse a bit when she does. She hates bullies and people that are arrogant. She values friendship and doesn't like anyone trying to manipulate her for their own reasons. She is tough when it comes to hand to hand combat, and she doesn‘t hold back, usually, when sparring. She has sharp wits and an even sharper mind when dealing with bullies. She has a habit of doing more than her share of chores. She doesn't mind the work and actually uses it as an excuse to be alone. She likes to work alone, unless when the situation calls for more than one body. She isn't afraid to speak her mind and will often listen to a conversation for a bit before saying anything. She is considerate of others, unless they really anger her.
She is impatient when people tend to take a while doing one simple task, especially when it prevents her from doing whatever task she is assigned to. She will tap her left foot if she is kept waiting. It is a habit she can’t break. Rhaslie is a dependable woman. If you ask her to do something, she’ll hardly say no. Even if she doesn’t like the chore or what ever it is that she’s being asked to do. She will never turn down a plea for help. She loves a good joke, even though she can’t telling any herself. Rhaslie is a calm young woman in the face of disaster. She never lets anything rattle her, except for when she is alone with her Anbryth. She has an aloof manner when she just wakes up and hasn‘t had her cup of fresh klah in the morning. She is friendly and inviting once she’s taken her first sip of the warm and invigorating liquid.
She loves her life mate and their bond is very close. She is afraid of one day losing her beloved Anbryth. She was a bit nervous since graduating from Weyrling Training, but accepts the rank of Dragonrider happily. Though, now that she has taken up the mantle of Weyrwoman, she is a bit apprehensive about everything she’d learned during her Weyrling turns and hopes to be able to keep the Weyr from falling apart around her ears. She has an abundance of energy she uses when she’s attending Wind drills, or just when she‘s talking. She has a habit of speaking a little faster than normal when she’s really excited about something. Rhaslie has another side to her that comes out only rarely. She is a complete romantic. She doesn’t let it show because she perceives that to be weakness and she has a fear of that. She keeps it under a tight control, though it does manage to show itself when her life mate rises.
History:
Rhaslie's mother is an Igen cousin of the Nerat bloodline. As such, she was accustomed to a certain luxury of life. Bekrien was a member of the Hold guard, a particularly handsome young man and Rhalla fell in love with him and they were hand fasted a few months later. Despite the fact that Bekrien could not provide the elegance that Rhalla was accustomed to, they were happy. Their first child was a girl named Rhella, followed three years later by Rhaslie. The couple was supremely happy as Bekrien received a promotion in the guard, taking command of ten men and Rhalla found she was pregnant with her third child. They celebrated with a picnic beside a tranquil stream and Rhella played by the water while 14 month old Rhaslie toddled about her parents. While Bekrien was feeding Rhaslie, Rhalla was keeping a sharp eye on Rhella. She turned her attention to her husband and Rhaslie just for a moment, but it was enough and Rhella fell in the stream and drowned.
Rhalla was distraught at the death of her eldest child and refused to eat for a sevenday. It took the aggressive attention of a healer to preserve her life and that of her unborn child. Bekrien took on the care of Rhaslie and had taken her with him on patrols in a backpack. When Rhalla was recovered, she took back the care of the little girl, cosseting her and keeping her so close that no harm would ever come to her. As young as she was when Rhella died, Rhaslie had no memory of her sister and since the girl was never mentioned, she believed herself to be the eldest of five. As Rhaslie grew, she became the depended helper of her mother in tending the younger children. As a child, she never understood her mother's paranoid restrictions and often chaffed under the tight hold. Her only respite was in the Harpering classes that all youngsters attended.
When Rhaslie was twelve turns old, a third girl was born to Rhalla, the spitting image of Rhella. The girl was given the name of Bhella and Rhalla felt her to be a second chance and focused all her attention on her. Rhaslie felt acute relief as her mother's constant eyes were turned elsewhere. Bekrien felt relief as well and began taking his five eldest children with him to the main hold where they could play with other children. When not on patrols, Bekrien would let Rhaslie and Bakrel, the eldest boy, accompany him as he moved about the hold on his various duties.
Rhaslie's favorite part of the hold was the Tailor's and when she could, she spent time there, watching the beautiful colors of cloth worked into dresses, tunics and other garments. She spent so much time there that she became something of an unofficial apprentice, holding pins and fetching extra thread and needles. She liked to study the designs for the dresses and fantasize about wearing such garments one day. When she was 13, death struck the family again. This time it was her father who died. Bekrien was wounded in a skirmish with some renegades that had been reported as harassing and attacking wagons in the area. He was brought back to the hold and treated by healers, but the wound became infected and despite all efforts, died a sevenday later.
Bekrien's death brought little reaction other than a faint lassitude when she was not tending to Bhella's every desire. Rhaslie was almost exclusively the caretaker of the household, making dinner for her younger brothers and herself while Rhalla tended only to Bhella and herself. Over the next few turns, Rhaslie tended to her brothers and herself. She arranged for Bakrel to join the guard, as he had always wanted to do, and she got Rhallen apprenticed to the hold smith. She herself did washing and mending for neighbors to keep the family solvent. Her whole existence was so centered on her family’s survival that she never once thought about marriage. Before her father’s death, he had been talking to her about the local young men and marriage. Two had even approached him and had asked for her hand. Though fate held a different hand for her. A few sevendays later, she was Searched!
Though Rhaslie hadn’t realized just what being ‘Searched’ meant. And a friend of hers, Vivika, was Searched the same day too. She was completely excited about it and she couldn’t wait for the clutch on the sands to hatch. She never had thought of becoming a Dragonrider, but now …. She couldn’t believe that she going to have the chance to try. The clutch on the sands was a nice largish number, twenty one eggs, and a bright and shiny Gold Egg. The day came and the dragons hummed and the eggs wobbled on the sands. Rhaslie stood with Vivika and they waited patiently. The first egg to hatch produced a large and sturdy bronze, though a dark bronze. The crowd cheered and applauded as the bronze impressed quickly after hatching. It was a good sign that the bronze hatched and also that he’d impressed quickly.
A few more eggs hatched and a blue, two browns, and four greens hatched and scrambled to find theirs. One of the greens, a dainty little dark green, darted towards Rhaslie and Vivika. Both girls grinned at each other in delight and waited to see who would impress her. The little green, calling herself Cailith, impressed to Vivika. Rhaslie hugged her friend and turned back to the eggs. She had thirteen more chances to impress. The Gold Egg rocked near the front of the clutch, Rhaslie kept her eyes on the egg, the baby inside determined to get out before more of her siblings hatched and impressed. The egg shattered into a million pieces and the Hatching Grounds went quiet. There stood a beautiful Gold in all her glory. She looked about her and then turned, as everyone did, to the wail of despair. An egg had hatched a very pale green dragonet. The little green had fallen out of her shell to land on a sharp fragmented piece of shell from an already hatched egg. To everyone’s surprise, the newly hatched Queen walked over to her sister on unsteady legs and nudged her. The green looked up at her sister and crooned.
The Gold looked up at the approach of feet. It was the green’s bonded. The newly hatched Queen hissed at the young girl, obviously a reprimand. Anbryth stood and then sauntered over to the girls, looking them over. Though it was obviously for show. She stopped her acting, suddenly, and ran unerringly for Rhaslie. RhaslieMine, your Anbryth is so very hungry. Please feed your Anbryth. The gold’s rump wriggling. Rhaslie smiled and knelt down next to the gold. “I will most definitely feed you, Anbryth!” Rhaslie stood up and led her beloved lifemate off the sands, oblivious to the hatching of the rest of the clutch. She found her friend feeding her lifemate. The girls chatted about their impressions and their lifemates as they fed them. Rhaslie couldn’t believe that her life had changed so much. She was dreading the Weyrling Training they would be starting the next day. After she’d fed, bathed and oiled Anbryth, she wrote a letter to her family of her impression.
Rukbat rose the next day, and Rhaslie started a new chapter in her life as a Weyrling. She made a few more friends of her fellow Weyrlings. Rhaslie tended to have harder trouble with lifting firestone bags, and a few were filled too heavily. Though she did her best and didn‘t complain. Another she had trouble with was firestone bag toss. She has gained muscles from doing that practice. A few months after they graduated, plans were already in the making of a new Weyr near where the Shattered dragons were supposedly housed. Rhaslie and Anbryth were sent to the Weyr that was named Oulus. Shortly after arriving and settling in, as did the other Dragonriders that joined her, several bronzes as well as an odd number or two of brown, blue and greens, Anbryth rose for her first mating flight. It was a wild and interesting flight. Males of every color spectrum chased, and Anbryth eluded. But not for long.
An experienced bronze caught her. It was bronze Xenayth, F’drel’s bronze. The resulting clutch, 17 eggs, though no Gold Egg, hatched healthy dragonets. Anbryth and Rhaslie were very proud of the clutch. For her next few flights, Anbryth was flown by Xenayth. During the time that Anbryth had been won by Xenayth, Rhaslie had gotten pregnant and gave birth to a healthy baby boy they named Rhadrel. F’drel and Rhaslie agreed to foster him to the Lower Caverns. Shortly after they’re son’s birth, F'drel died during a terrible Wing Drill accident. F'drel and Xenayth were given the wrong coordinates to between to and went between, and they collided with a brown. Rhaslie and Anbryth mourned their mates death and pushed themselves to move on afterwards.
Dragon
Dragon Name: Anbryth
Color: Gold (Hex Code= ceae03)
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Anbryth is on the smaller end of the size scale for a Gold. She measures in at exactly 76 feet in length, with a large wingspan of 88 feet. She has a funnel-like physique, going from her chest to her rump. Despite that, she is well muscled and her movements are very coordinated. Her head is narrow and large, but holds the delicateness of a female dragoness. Her coloring is typical for a Gold, though leaning more towards a darker Gold, nearly black, on her muzzle, wing edges, tail tip, headknobs, and legs. Her legs are not the thickness as opposed to a larger dragon, but is on the more slender side for a female dragon. (Think of a dun earth horse)
All in all, she is a very beautiful, well proportioned dragoness. Her hide has a glossiness to it, though not making her appear shiny, just a slight glossiness. Another noticeable feature for Anbryth is her wings. Her wings are large for her small size. Though they are large, they do not hinder her in flight. Rather, they are large and narrow, making her fast for a Gold, but not as agile as the greens and blues. As well as her hide having dark points on her hide, there is a large spot on her hide that is very light. Her stomach is lighter than the rest of her, but only in minute shades, and hardly noticeable unless standing close to her.
Personality:
Calm, maternal, serene, reserved, vigilant, meticulous, controlled, flirtatious, seductive, and cunning. Anbryth is not as boisterous or loud as one might think a Gold Dragonet might be as a baby. But Anbryth calm. To someone that doesn't know her, nothing seems to phase her one bit. She takes everything, including change, in stride and strives to get her Rider, Tallis, to do as she does and just accept that things are the way they are for a reason. Nothing rattles her nerves, unless you harm her rider. Then you’ll see a fierce and protective gold dragon. She’s more of the motherly sort, though, when she has a clutch on the sands. She is protective of her clutch but she thoroughly enjoys it when the Candidates come onto the sands to view her eggs. She'll be quite motherly towards other dragons too, including her clutchmates, trying to help straighten up their attitude. 'Pardon me, but what did you just say? Well that's entirely inappropriate for a lovely little blue such as yourself! Is that…? Oh no dear, you must get cleaned up at once, you're quite a mess with that mud."
She'll be full of compliments and flattery, trying to show others just how wonderful they are, and that rowdy and silly behavior is just unnecessary. Anbryth is bossy, but rather politely so, even without the courtesy of please and thank you. If a green is out of formation, her message is a gentle, 'you need to be a wingspan left,' which allows no opposition but also offers no insult. She knows she’s a gold and deserves respect, but she’s not one to command respect she knows she must earn. And she constantly tells her life mate the same thing. She will on occasion tease her rider about this or that. She just loves to get her rider riled about one subject or another just to do it, because she knows she can. She is a hard working dragon and does her best to do what is asked by her rider. A bit of a goof off at times, and she loves to spook hers when she’s in the mood. She will offer her opinions, but only to her rider. She is obedient to dragons that are older than her. They are older and more experienced, after all.
Anbryth is vigilant when it comes to her duty as a Dragon Threadfall and Wing Drills. And she expects her rider to be the same. She will snip at her rider if hers doesn't show the same attention to when and where Threadfalls. She takes it seriously when they are to fly. Though sometimes, she does prefer to be bound to the Weyr, where she can offer help in directing firestone sacks to the Rider that needs one in during a Fall. In every aspect of her duty as a Gold, she is very meticulous in gathering needed information. Though, sometimes, she does get a little bit, some of it, or almost all of the information wrong sometimes. No matter what happens during a fall, whether she's up flying herself or on the ground, if hers or another dragon gets injured, she doesn't panic. She is in control and doesn't let her emotions get the better of her while she's doing her duty. And this holds true even during Wing Drills.
When she is in flight, she truly shines. She is flirtatious as a green, when she's in a mating flight, and loves to pull stunts while in the air. Though sometimes, her stunts get her into trouble, once the flight is over, but it doesn't stop her from doing more the next time she's up in the air with males chasing. She is quite the seductive dragoness before her flight. She's all charm and coyish behavior, drawing every male in with sweet promises of being 'The One' to win her flight. Though, she never lets the same bronze win every flight, unless she really likes the bronze. She is very cunning when she's up in a flight. She uses everything she can think of to foil her suitors. Hiding in clouds, diving right at the chasing males, banking left or right, or to skim close to the ground. Anything she can think of, she'll do it. She even gets hints and tips from her rider to help determine who is the most worthiest to catch her.
Mindvoice:
The soft and soothing whispers of a lullaby; golden throated and smooth, it has all the markings of a mother easing her child to sleep. Pleasant with hardly the sharp word or pointed remark, she will be last to raise her voice. She feels there is more power in what words you are saying than how they are projected and as such each word she uses is purposeful and chosen for the situation. Should she so resort to yelling or shouting it will be the voice of exasperation cracking under stress; frustration apparent, but never the signs of anger or malice. Soft-spoken as she may be, in private conversation her words ooze a quiet confidence that are often missed or unheard in everyday banter.
Username: DragonMagic (< --- lowercase)
Character Number: 1st
The Character
Name: Rhaslie
Age: 25
Wing: Queen’s Wing
Position: Wingleader
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexxual
Appearance:
Rhaslie stands at 5'6" and weighing at 137. She has long black hair, to the middle of her back and brown hazel eyes with flecks of green and amber. She has muscle tone from her dragonriding duties, and is a bit on the slender side from moving around a lot and having a fast metabolism. She has an olive complexion that makes her tan really nicely. She is mostly seen in a tunic and pants. Rhaslie doesn't usually dress up unless it is for a Gather or Hatching or some other occasion. She has a nice red dress that she keeps at the bottom of her travel trunk and wears that dress for those special occasions. She has a small box at the very bottom of her travel trunk. It’s a nice dark rosewood color with her name engraved on the top. She keeps all of her jewelry in it.
She always wears a simple silver necklace that has her and her life mate’s names engraved on it. She had received it as a gift from her parents. It also has a ring to match. She saves the rest of her jewelry to wear for special occasions. She has a leather belt she wears all the time. It was a gift from her brother before she left when she had been Searched. When she is riding or attending other duties she wears a simple dark copper tunic with black or reddish brown trousers. She likes to wear dark colors and will sometimes be seen in lighter colors during the summer months, when it’s really warm. She has a leather jerkin vest that was dyed to a light yellow coloring that she wears every now and then. The inside of the jerkin vest is done up in wherry feathers to keep the body warm during the winter. It’s her favorite vest.
Personality:
Energetic, dependable, considerate, impatient, hard-worker, fierce temper, and loyal. Rhaslie is a hard worker and loyal to her family and deeply devoted to Oulus Weyr. She adores children and hopes to have a few someday. She hopes to find a mate that she could love, trust, talk to, if one exists, one that is not simply interested in just another romp in the furs. She is a very hard worker with a soft voice and an easy smile. She is very serious about her duty as a Dragonrider, and takes Drills seriously. She hides her true feelings from others because she doesn't want anyone to know her mind. She feels that her mind is the only safe place she can retreat to and think things over clearly. The only ones that share her mind is her lifemate and the Weyrleader, who she deeply loves, deep down in her heart.
She has a bad temper when she loses it, but there is a long fuse that leads up to the loss of her self control. Rhaslie does have a temper, but she’s so good-natured that it takes a long while before she does get angry. When she is in a bad mood she glares at people, whether they are the person she is mad at or not. She doesn't lash out at people when she loses her temper, though she does curse a bit when she does. She hates bullies and people that are arrogant. She values friendship and doesn't like anyone trying to manipulate her for their own reasons. She is tough when it comes to hand to hand combat, and she doesn‘t hold back, usually, when sparring. She has sharp wits and an even sharper mind when dealing with bullies. She has a habit of doing more than her share of chores. She doesn't mind the work and actually uses it as an excuse to be alone. She likes to work alone, unless when the situation calls for more than one body. She isn't afraid to speak her mind and will often listen to a conversation for a bit before saying anything. She is considerate of others, unless they really anger her.
She is impatient when people tend to take a while doing one simple task, especially when it prevents her from doing whatever task she is assigned to. She will tap her left foot if she is kept waiting. It is a habit she can’t break. Rhaslie is a dependable woman. If you ask her to do something, she’ll hardly say no. Even if she doesn’t like the chore or what ever it is that she’s being asked to do. She will never turn down a plea for help. She loves a good joke, even though she can’t telling any herself. Rhaslie is a calm young woman in the face of disaster. She never lets anything rattle her, except for when she is alone with her Anbryth. She has an aloof manner when she just wakes up and hasn‘t had her cup of fresh klah in the morning. She is friendly and inviting once she’s taken her first sip of the warm and invigorating liquid.
She loves her life mate and their bond is very close. She is afraid of one day losing her beloved Anbryth. She was a bit nervous since graduating from Weyrling Training, but accepts the rank of Dragonrider happily. Though, now that she has taken up the mantle of Weyrwoman, she is a bit apprehensive about everything she’d learned during her Weyrling turns and hopes to be able to keep the Weyr from falling apart around her ears. She has an abundance of energy she uses when she’s attending Wind drills, or just when she‘s talking. She has a habit of speaking a little faster than normal when she’s really excited about something. Rhaslie has another side to her that comes out only rarely. She is a complete romantic. She doesn’t let it show because she perceives that to be weakness and she has a fear of that. She keeps it under a tight control, though it does manage to show itself when her life mate rises.
History:
Rhaslie's mother is an Igen cousin of the Nerat bloodline. As such, she was accustomed to a certain luxury of life. Bekrien was a member of the Hold guard, a particularly handsome young man and Rhalla fell in love with him and they were hand fasted a few months later. Despite the fact that Bekrien could not provide the elegance that Rhalla was accustomed to, they were happy. Their first child was a girl named Rhella, followed three years later by Rhaslie. The couple was supremely happy as Bekrien received a promotion in the guard, taking command of ten men and Rhalla found she was pregnant with her third child. They celebrated with a picnic beside a tranquil stream and Rhella played by the water while 14 month old Rhaslie toddled about her parents. While Bekrien was feeding Rhaslie, Rhalla was keeping a sharp eye on Rhella. She turned her attention to her husband and Rhaslie just for a moment, but it was enough and Rhella fell in the stream and drowned.
Rhalla was distraught at the death of her eldest child and refused to eat for a sevenday. It took the aggressive attention of a healer to preserve her life and that of her unborn child. Bekrien took on the care of Rhaslie and had taken her with him on patrols in a backpack. When Rhalla was recovered, she took back the care of the little girl, cosseting her and keeping her so close that no harm would ever come to her. As young as she was when Rhella died, Rhaslie had no memory of her sister and since the girl was never mentioned, she believed herself to be the eldest of five. As Rhaslie grew, she became the depended helper of her mother in tending the younger children. As a child, she never understood her mother's paranoid restrictions and often chaffed under the tight hold. Her only respite was in the Harpering classes that all youngsters attended.
When Rhaslie was twelve turns old, a third girl was born to Rhalla, the spitting image of Rhella. The girl was given the name of Bhella and Rhalla felt her to be a second chance and focused all her attention on her. Rhaslie felt acute relief as her mother's constant eyes were turned elsewhere. Bekrien felt relief as well and began taking his five eldest children with him to the main hold where they could play with other children. When not on patrols, Bekrien would let Rhaslie and Bakrel, the eldest boy, accompany him as he moved about the hold on his various duties.
Rhaslie's favorite part of the hold was the Tailor's and when she could, she spent time there, watching the beautiful colors of cloth worked into dresses, tunics and other garments. She spent so much time there that she became something of an unofficial apprentice, holding pins and fetching extra thread and needles. She liked to study the designs for the dresses and fantasize about wearing such garments one day. When she was 13, death struck the family again. This time it was her father who died. Bekrien was wounded in a skirmish with some renegades that had been reported as harassing and attacking wagons in the area. He was brought back to the hold and treated by healers, but the wound became infected and despite all efforts, died a sevenday later.
Bekrien's death brought little reaction other than a faint lassitude when she was not tending to Bhella's every desire. Rhaslie was almost exclusively the caretaker of the household, making dinner for her younger brothers and herself while Rhalla tended only to Bhella and herself. Over the next few turns, Rhaslie tended to her brothers and herself. She arranged for Bakrel to join the guard, as he had always wanted to do, and she got Rhallen apprenticed to the hold smith. She herself did washing and mending for neighbors to keep the family solvent. Her whole existence was so centered on her family’s survival that she never once thought about marriage. Before her father’s death, he had been talking to her about the local young men and marriage. Two had even approached him and had asked for her hand. Though fate held a different hand for her. A few sevendays later, she was Searched!
Though Rhaslie hadn’t realized just what being ‘Searched’ meant. And a friend of hers, Vivika, was Searched the same day too. She was completely excited about it and she couldn’t wait for the clutch on the sands to hatch. She never had thought of becoming a Dragonrider, but now …. She couldn’t believe that she going to have the chance to try. The clutch on the sands was a nice largish number, twenty one eggs, and a bright and shiny Gold Egg. The day came and the dragons hummed and the eggs wobbled on the sands. Rhaslie stood with Vivika and they waited patiently. The first egg to hatch produced a large and sturdy bronze, though a dark bronze. The crowd cheered and applauded as the bronze impressed quickly after hatching. It was a good sign that the bronze hatched and also that he’d impressed quickly.
A few more eggs hatched and a blue, two browns, and four greens hatched and scrambled to find theirs. One of the greens, a dainty little dark green, darted towards Rhaslie and Vivika. Both girls grinned at each other in delight and waited to see who would impress her. The little green, calling herself Cailith, impressed to Vivika. Rhaslie hugged her friend and turned back to the eggs. She had thirteen more chances to impress. The Gold Egg rocked near the front of the clutch, Rhaslie kept her eyes on the egg, the baby inside determined to get out before more of her siblings hatched and impressed. The egg shattered into a million pieces and the Hatching Grounds went quiet. There stood a beautiful Gold in all her glory. She looked about her and then turned, as everyone did, to the wail of despair. An egg had hatched a very pale green dragonet. The little green had fallen out of her shell to land on a sharp fragmented piece of shell from an already hatched egg. To everyone’s surprise, the newly hatched Queen walked over to her sister on unsteady legs and nudged her. The green looked up at her sister and crooned.
The Gold looked up at the approach of feet. It was the green’s bonded. The newly hatched Queen hissed at the young girl, obviously a reprimand. Anbryth stood and then sauntered over to the girls, looking them over. Though it was obviously for show. She stopped her acting, suddenly, and ran unerringly for Rhaslie. RhaslieMine, your Anbryth is so very hungry. Please feed your Anbryth. The gold’s rump wriggling. Rhaslie smiled and knelt down next to the gold. “I will most definitely feed you, Anbryth!” Rhaslie stood up and led her beloved lifemate off the sands, oblivious to the hatching of the rest of the clutch. She found her friend feeding her lifemate. The girls chatted about their impressions and their lifemates as they fed them. Rhaslie couldn’t believe that her life had changed so much. She was dreading the Weyrling Training they would be starting the next day. After she’d fed, bathed and oiled Anbryth, she wrote a letter to her family of her impression.
Rukbat rose the next day, and Rhaslie started a new chapter in her life as a Weyrling. She made a few more friends of her fellow Weyrlings. Rhaslie tended to have harder trouble with lifting firestone bags, and a few were filled too heavily. Though she did her best and didn‘t complain. Another she had trouble with was firestone bag toss. She has gained muscles from doing that practice. A few months after they graduated, plans were already in the making of a new Weyr near where the Shattered dragons were supposedly housed. Rhaslie and Anbryth were sent to the Weyr that was named Oulus. Shortly after arriving and settling in, as did the other Dragonriders that joined her, several bronzes as well as an odd number or two of brown, blue and greens, Anbryth rose for her first mating flight. It was a wild and interesting flight. Males of every color spectrum chased, and Anbryth eluded. But not for long.
An experienced bronze caught her. It was bronze Xenayth, F’drel’s bronze. The resulting clutch, 17 eggs, though no Gold Egg, hatched healthy dragonets. Anbryth and Rhaslie were very proud of the clutch. For her next few flights, Anbryth was flown by Xenayth. During the time that Anbryth had been won by Xenayth, Rhaslie had gotten pregnant and gave birth to a healthy baby boy they named Rhadrel. F’drel and Rhaslie agreed to foster him to the Lower Caverns. Shortly after they’re son’s birth, F'drel died during a terrible Wing Drill accident. F'drel and Xenayth were given the wrong coordinates to between to and went between, and they collided with a brown. Rhaslie and Anbryth mourned their mates death and pushed themselves to move on afterwards.
Dragon
Dragon Name: Anbryth
Color: Gold (Hex Code= ceae03)
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Anbryth is on the smaller end of the size scale for a Gold. She measures in at exactly 76 feet in length, with a large wingspan of 88 feet. She has a funnel-like physique, going from her chest to her rump. Despite that, she is well muscled and her movements are very coordinated. Her head is narrow and large, but holds the delicateness of a female dragoness. Her coloring is typical for a Gold, though leaning more towards a darker Gold, nearly black, on her muzzle, wing edges, tail tip, headknobs, and legs. Her legs are not the thickness as opposed to a larger dragon, but is on the more slender side for a female dragon. (Think of a dun earth horse)
All in all, she is a very beautiful, well proportioned dragoness. Her hide has a glossiness to it, though not making her appear shiny, just a slight glossiness. Another noticeable feature for Anbryth is her wings. Her wings are large for her small size. Though they are large, they do not hinder her in flight. Rather, they are large and narrow, making her fast for a Gold, but not as agile as the greens and blues. As well as her hide having dark points on her hide, there is a large spot on her hide that is very light. Her stomach is lighter than the rest of her, but only in minute shades, and hardly noticeable unless standing close to her.
Personality:
Calm, maternal, serene, reserved, vigilant, meticulous, controlled, flirtatious, seductive, and cunning. Anbryth is not as boisterous or loud as one might think a Gold Dragonet might be as a baby. But Anbryth calm. To someone that doesn't know her, nothing seems to phase her one bit. She takes everything, including change, in stride and strives to get her Rider, Tallis, to do as she does and just accept that things are the way they are for a reason. Nothing rattles her nerves, unless you harm her rider. Then you’ll see a fierce and protective gold dragon. She’s more of the motherly sort, though, when she has a clutch on the sands. She is protective of her clutch but she thoroughly enjoys it when the Candidates come onto the sands to view her eggs. She'll be quite motherly towards other dragons too, including her clutchmates, trying to help straighten up their attitude. 'Pardon me, but what did you just say? Well that's entirely inappropriate for a lovely little blue such as yourself! Is that…? Oh no dear, you must get cleaned up at once, you're quite a mess with that mud."
She'll be full of compliments and flattery, trying to show others just how wonderful they are, and that rowdy and silly behavior is just unnecessary. Anbryth is bossy, but rather politely so, even without the courtesy of please and thank you. If a green is out of formation, her message is a gentle, 'you need to be a wingspan left,' which allows no opposition but also offers no insult. She knows she’s a gold and deserves respect, but she’s not one to command respect she knows she must earn. And she constantly tells her life mate the same thing. She will on occasion tease her rider about this or that. She just loves to get her rider riled about one subject or another just to do it, because she knows she can. She is a hard working dragon and does her best to do what is asked by her rider. A bit of a goof off at times, and she loves to spook hers when she’s in the mood. She will offer her opinions, but only to her rider. She is obedient to dragons that are older than her. They are older and more experienced, after all.
Anbryth is vigilant when it comes to her duty as a Dragon Threadfall and Wing Drills. And she expects her rider to be the same. She will snip at her rider if hers doesn't show the same attention to when and where Threadfalls. She takes it seriously when they are to fly. Though sometimes, she does prefer to be bound to the Weyr, where she can offer help in directing firestone sacks to the Rider that needs one in during a Fall. In every aspect of her duty as a Gold, she is very meticulous in gathering needed information. Though, sometimes, she does get a little bit, some of it, or almost all of the information wrong sometimes. No matter what happens during a fall, whether she's up flying herself or on the ground, if hers or another dragon gets injured, she doesn't panic. She is in control and doesn't let her emotions get the better of her while she's doing her duty. And this holds true even during Wing Drills.
When she is in flight, she truly shines. She is flirtatious as a green, when she's in a mating flight, and loves to pull stunts while in the air. Though sometimes, her stunts get her into trouble, once the flight is over, but it doesn't stop her from doing more the next time she's up in the air with males chasing. She is quite the seductive dragoness before her flight. She's all charm and coyish behavior, drawing every male in with sweet promises of being 'The One' to win her flight. Though, she never lets the same bronze win every flight, unless she really likes the bronze. She is very cunning when she's up in a flight. She uses everything she can think of to foil her suitors. Hiding in clouds, diving right at the chasing males, banking left or right, or to skim close to the ground. Anything she can think of, she'll do it. She even gets hints and tips from her rider to help determine who is the most worthiest to catch her.
Mindvoice:
The soft and soothing whispers of a lullaby; golden throated and smooth, it has all the markings of a mother easing her child to sleep. Pleasant with hardly the sharp word or pointed remark, she will be last to raise her voice. She feels there is more power in what words you are saying than how they are projected and as such each word she uses is purposeful and chosen for the situation. Should she so resort to yelling or shouting it will be the voice of exasperation cracking under stress; frustration apparent, but never the signs of anger or malice. Soft-spoken as she may be, in private conversation her words ooze a quiet confidence that are often missed or unheard in everyday banter.
