Post by Pocket on Dec 9, 2012 16:59:21 GMT -5
[Haelyn]
Age: 35 Turns
Gender: Female
Rank: Weyr Council
Appearance: In accordance of her looks, Haelyn could, would, and is considered quite average by most standards. She stands just shorter than the average female height—just clearing 5’1”, though it doesn’t deter her too much. In terms of her weight, Haelyn stands at an average amount for her age. However, an average weight for a less-than-average height makes for a bit of a curvier, fluffier figure. This does not deter her in the slightest—this comes from adapting to her figure since she was small, as well as two older siblings who would sooner give anyone who would dare tease their little sister a reason to think twice. They helped to embolden her confidence to the point where she’s comfortable in her own skin, and able to brush off anyone who would think otherwise about her figure. Haelyn’s original hair color, before she was exposed to long turns in the Igen sun, was a deep bronzed-brown color. Now it stands a good four shades lighter than it had twenty turns ago, and is unlikely to ever return to its original shade. However, Haelyn could care less about a commodity such as the condition or color of her hair, keeping it cropped close to her skull to keep it out of her way. The fringe tends to fall into her eyes, a dark brown color that reflects a copper in the right lights.
Her sense of style, outside of her riding gear, tends to go with more loose-fitting clothes. With the hot climate, they’re almost necessary to have some sort of breath ability in the fabrics or else one may be in danger of overheating. She tends to gravitate more lighter-colored fabrics, and has a penchant for more yellow, tan, or gold fabrics. This preference was before she Impressed to Riklith, but has since been more solidified.
A new trait Haelyn’s picked up since her accident is a limp in her gait. Some days it’s a barely noticeable thing, other days she may have difficulty walking properly and require support or assistance to move around in a normal manner. This comes from the deep threadscore over her right leg that she acquired early in a fall the previous turn, running from mid-thigh, spanning over her knee, before tucking back behind her calf. The healer who treated her gives her ointment for the scar, as even if it is healed, it continues to give her problems most days. In full honesty, Haelyn’s just happy and relieved to be walking at all.
Personality:At first meeting Haelyn, you might get the wrong impression from her. Haelyn often times comes off as impersonal, and sometimes distant and rude. However, if you knew Haelyn, this is never the case. Most of these meetings, she’s either got her mind on the latest problem to be solved, or she’s simply over-exhausted herself once more.
Haelyn is an extremely intrinsically-driven person, and this dedication has made her work shine. She throws her whole self into a problem, neglecting her own needs in favor for the betterment of others. She’s often skipped meals and missed out on candlemarks upon candlemarks of sleep in favor for trying to work out a fairer balance of tithes, or calculating the better arrangement of a wing deciding on a dragon’s flame range. Her mind is wired to work out these problems, calculating each and every outcome until she has the best solution to present to those who seek her help. It’s a pleasure to use her problem-solving to help people, even if it drives Riklith to irritation that she forgoes her own needs, in favor for who seek her help. This dedication, as well as crucial problem solving skills, helped to earn her a place inside the Weyr Council.
Haelyn’s older sister, Remaele, gifted her a still-nursing abandoned kitten while she was still recovering from threadscore, for the purpose of giving her something else to focus on, as well as to help Haelyn to not keep herself immersed in her own world as much. Chevron’s helped immensely with both problems.
Once away from her sandboards and the enclosed workspace of her personal weyr, Haelyn is actually a shy, if friendly woman to be around. She’s a dedicated friend, who would do anything for those who have wormed their way into her enclosed life. Need to borrow a mark? Okay, here you go. Need a hand with something? Sure. It takes a major thing to earn yourself out of Haelyn’s graces, as she remains at such a lax level not much causes her to rile. However, never mistake Haelyn’s shyness for low self-esteem. She will rebuff any comment made upon herself, more than likely ignoring what is said to her rather than making a rebuke. One thing Haelyn will not stand for, however, is bullying of any kind on others, even if she does not know them. Her older siblings instilled that sense of protecting others, even before oneself, and Haelyn’s done well to uphold their beliefs.
It’s no secret Haelyn loves kids, that even though she’s been through so many flights she has yet to have any of her own frightens her beyond reason she may never have any of her own. That being said, she loves to be around them in general, and will often gravitate towards children.
Since her incident during a fall the previous fall, Haelyn’s developed a skittishness around fire. She will often, if only subconsciously, put herself at a distance from any trace of the burning element. The sight, the smell, the sound of fire – each something that previously brought comfort to her – now brings about painful memories and dripping guilt. No matter what anyone has managed to say to her – Riklith included, Haelyn is likely to carry the guilt of Riklith’s burn with her the rest of her life.
History: Haelyn’s roots travel back to Big Bay Hold, where she was the third child born to two loving parents. Her father, Faelur, has earned a spot on one of the Hold’s smaller fishing boats. Her mother, Hyllun, was once an apprentice at Masterweaver Hall, and used the talents she had honed there to help craft out a good living for her three children.
Thus, Haelyn spent most of her time within her elder siblings’ care. Her elder sister, Remaele, was the best role model Haelyn could have chosen to emulate, or so she has believed, and continues to believe. Remaele wasn’t concerned with ‘girly’ things—hair, dress style, appearance, all of this meant nil to her big sister. She was more concerned about adventure, about her family and friends, and doing the right thing than what those other snooty girls of Remaele’s age were into. Her older brother, Fulyen, was the middle child of the trio, though often times was the leader of the pack, with Remaele acting as the moral compass until Fulyen caught on. He was the other role model Haelyn’s thankful she has had in her life. Fulyen was the prime source of all things brave, courageous, and unafraid to stick up for anything, even if it meant trouble. Haelyn learned most of her values from just being around them, her protectors who shielded her from a less-than-kind peer group.
The only thing that would separate them would be Search Riders.
Remaele was the first to be searched, by an Istan blue rider visiting the Hold off-duty one hot summer down by the seaside. It had been a tearful goodbye, but it was not a fruitless one. The following hatching did not disappoint as Remaele Impressed to a cocky little blue, who was more interested in searching out crevasses by the mountainside than pay attention to lessons. It was a perfect match between rider and dragon.
Fulyen was searched out after her, by an Igen green rider, shortly after Haelyn turned fifteen. Two clutches after he arrived to the Weyr, he would Impress to a feisty female fighting brown who loved to engage her rider in playful banter. Watching the pair had always been amusing to Haelyn.
However, she would not be searched until almost three turns later, just shortly before her eighteenth birthday. He was a young, kind brown rider – just out of weyrlinghood, who during her candidacy would often check up on her to make sure she was okay. It would not be until two full turns later – half a turn out of her nineteenth turn, when Haelyn was beginning to fear she may have been brought to Igen as a mistake – that she Impressed to the most beautiful little golden baby named Riklith.
During weyrlinghood, they couldn’t keep more than a few firelizard lengths from one another, if they could help it. They were attached to the hip, often leaning against one another during lessons, or whenever they could. Riklith was always one for physical contact, as constant cuddles were a part of their daily life. The growing dragon often found comfort in cuddling in her rider’s lap, or trying to hide her head in her rider’s stomach. As Riklith grew bigger, this task grew harder to accomplish, though they did manage it when they could. Riklith still finds comfort nuzzling her rider, and trying to hide her head into her stomach.
The pair breezed through weyrlinghood, although flights were an interesting concept, they tackled them with the same grace they held throughout everything else. Haelyn found a few romantic pursuits along the way – some of them flight-born, others not. None of them lasted too long.
They found their niche in the life of the Weyr, and were happy for it. In her free time, Haelyn often found herself out talking to the residents of the Weyr, helping out whenever she found herself able to. Her biggest moment, one she is sure is what actually helped to earn her a place amongst the council, was watching wing drills. One of the older wings, headed by a stubborn bronze rider, had their dragon order switched around. A simple change in the order would make for a more-effective sweep, and reduce the drop of what fell to the next wing. The wing leader was stubborn, and had been adamant about not listening to her. Haelyn, not to be ignored, rounded up the riders of his wing, explaining what could be done to improve their formation. At most, she hoped that they would bring up the new formation to their wing leader, but they did one better. They even went so far as to learn the new formation, practicing it without their ‘leader knowing until they got it down perfectly to show him. The bronze rider could not deny that, in seeing it work, their sweep did look stronger than before.
After this, Haelyn would be voted into the council, where she grew her own wings and soared, metaphorically. She found her calling within a group of people that were solely dedicated to the betterment of the Weyr and it’s problems, where she could take her newly found talent of problem-solving and allow it to flourish and blossom. It has been the best experience of her life, being up in the council, and will surely miss it once her term ends.
Midway through her term, during a fall only a Turn ago, Haelyn had an incident that will continue to haunt her for the rest of her life. They were flying formation with the rest of the flame-throwing wing, and Haelyn’s perception had slipped. A clump had fallen from above, threatening to land upon them. Instead of going Between to avoid it, like she should have, she tried to fire her flame thrower above them. The trigger froze tight, as she tried to force it to go. The spores had landed upon her as the trigger finally released—the spores searing deep into Haelyn’s leg and knee, as well as Riklith’s shoulder. The flamethrower threw a jet of fire that seared down along Riklith’s thick hide, burning the light hide a deep color. It’s likely that if Haelyn weren’t such a fast thinker, throwing the mental image of Home at Riklith before she disappeared Between to rid herself of the burning, burning, burning in her shoulder and neck, the pair might have been lost forever.
The healing process was a slow one. Haelyn, down-trodden with an immensive amount of guilt every time she spoke to her dragon, or felt her pain, was washed anew with the overbearing sense of this is all my fault, and this could have been prevented. It was only Riklith who saved her from drowning, with a gentle reminder that if she had not thought so quick, they would not be there to feel the pain. This alieviated some of her pain and guilt, though it would never completely rid of it. Remaele, upon hearing of her sister’s condition from their brother, made it out to visit her healing sister as much as she possibly could. One day, she brought with her a young feline kitten, who needed care and love. That is how Chevron came into Haelyn’s care and, although Haelyn will tease the bratty little hair-eater occasionally, she loves him dearly.
Haelyn has healed enough that she only walks with a limp that varies depending on her pain, though she was given medicinal ointment for both her and Riklith’s lagging injuries, it is reasonably questionable if the pair will ever be the same again. With their avoidance to all things fire and flame, they’re searching to find other ways to make themselves useful to the Weyr.
[Riklith]
{Dragon}
Age: 16 Turns
Color: Gold
Sex: Female
{Clutcher}
Appearance: For a gold, Riklith, like her rider, is less-than-average on the normal scale concerning her looks. On a good day, she barely flags at 40 meters and with her coloring, it isn't too much of a surprise she's been mistaken as a lighter-toned bronze on more than one occasion. The base color of her hide is a light goldenrod color, that tends to fringe upon it's tan roots in the sunlight. However, the gold shows through on her markings. Her hide is a wide speckled display of multiples and multiples of shining gold spots sprayed across her body. The sizes of her speckles decorating her hide range anywhere from the size of pinheads to roughly the size of Haelyn's fist. Main areas of concentration for Riklith's freckling seem to concentrate on her face—from her cheeks to the tip of her snout, as well as her eye ridges—to the main joints of her body—her shoulders and her hips.
There are two notible features about Riklith, in the localization of two different burn scar patterns along her right shoulder. The more easily reconizible scar is threadscore, a tender white that contrasts sharply, even with her lighter hues which runs down her right shoulder. There's a notable gap in the top of the scar, a break in the pattern of where her rider's leg had broken the sear. The second is a fire scar--large near her shoulder, tapering off towards the end like a sideways teardrop--caused within moments before her threadscore was earned. In the middle of Fall, Haelyn's flamethrower misfired when trying to burn a patch that had strayed to close. The stream of fire seared Riklith's neck nearly a quarter of the distance across. Her light goldenrod hide turned burnt sienna, curling slightly in ways that pulls at Riklith's healthy hide if not oiled regularly. The few freckles that were located at her neckline vanished into small, blackened spots.
Both of these scars tend to pull, even with oils and salve rubbed tenderly into her hide. However, Riklith puts on a brave face—she knows her rider's discomfort and guilt over the origin of these scars, and plays off the pain and discomfort they cause her.
Personality: Riklith is a hard dragon to pinpoint down, personality-wise.
Most days she spends life in a happy, innocent fashion. Riklith acts more like a newly-hatched firelizard, rather than the 16-turn-old dragon she actually is. In that similar vein, Riklith seems to forget she’s now a fully-grown dragon, not a bitty hatchling. She still tries to hide herself in her rider if something truly upsets her, or curls herself around Haelyn like they used to when they were just new weyrlings attempting to figure out their wings. However, on the more common, happier days, Riklith is usually out and about—bouncing between sunning ledges, skimming by the feeding corrals, or even just hanging out down in the Weyr bowl. The sun comes second in Riklith’s list of amazing things she’s since discovered (Haelyn is, and forever will always be number one on that list), and it isn’t uncommon to find her out celebrating in Rukbat’s rays.
Social interaction is as second nature to this happy gold as breathing or flying. Even just candlemarks after Impressing and eating, Riklith was making friends and chatting pretty enthusiastically for a sleepy hatchling. The world is her friends, as there is no such thing as strangers or enemies; everyone is either a friend, or a friend she just hasn’t met yet. Physical affection is one form of affection Riklith loves, so don’t be surprised if a giant gold dragon attempts to nuzzle you at some point. One of her favorite pastimes is to find a friend, and cuddle in the warmth of the sun. To share warmth, even in this hot climate, is one of her favorite activities.
On the rare happenstance someone should take advantage of Riklith’s sweet nature, shame on them. Although Riklith could never hate someone, she may feel uncomfortable being around them yet continue to engage with them.
Playing is the sport this sweet girl’s best at. She enjoys the hatchlings the best, as they may be more likely to play than older dragons – when they aren’t in Training, of course. Bouncing around the Weyr bowl, or rolling in the sand, Riklith enjoys a playful game as much as she can.
As of late, since the Fall that injured both her and her rider, Riklith has gained a sense-memory fear of fire. At face value, this seems impossible and improbable, for a dragon’s memory is not made to retain for lengths at a time. However, with her burn scar pulling and tugging every day, as well as Riklith still catching her rider’s thoughts and guilt over the scar, the memory does not fade. Fire has since become a deterrent for the dragon, and the possibility of her flying thread again becomes questionable when said dragon becomes distraught at the sound, sight, or smell of a flame – organic or not.
[Cheveron]
{Feline}
Age: 1 Turn
Sex: Male
Appearance: At first sight, it's easy enough to see Chevron is still growing into his full size.
A large set of murky gold eyes that still fringe upon their kittenish brown color emote a lot of emotion in his face. Usually, the picture-perfect sight of innocence, up until he gets what he wants or is thoroughly denied. They'll either relax in pleasure, or narrow in irritation. Chevron's coat is a blooming merle of a mid brown, soft grey, and a midnight black that all helps him to blend into the deeper shadows of the Weyr -- or, rather, Haelyn's weyr. His forelegs end in black 'mittens' that meet in a crisp line just above his dew claws, as his back legs end in the same rich black just above his ankle joints. Chevron's name comes from the chevron facial markings over the brow of his face--several grey and black arrows that point back towards the base of his skull.
The tips of his small ears end in small, pointed tufts of fur that, if anything, make his large radial ears seem even longer than they are. His tail still holds it's kitten color and fur, a medium brown with thick, cottony fur. In overall shape, Chevron is a lean juvenile as he grows out of the thick kitten fur into his muscular adult form.
Haelyn had a collar commissioned specifically for Chevron's proposed adult size, so it hangs loose on his neck. It's a light tan leather strip, with his name stitched on in a light golden thread that comes close to Riklith's color.
Personality:Chevron was discovered alone, as the abandoned runt of his litter, and was gifted to Haelyn as a Get Well Soon (and Pay Attention to the Real World) present by her sister shortly after he was found. This early introduction, including being hand-fed by a still-healing Haelyn. This interactions led to a strong bond between the two. Chevron has taken to following Haelyn around the Weyr, anywhere he is physically able to. In fact, Haelyn has had to shut away the kitten just to be able to attend council meetings, or have a moment of rest.
That being said, Chevron still acts like a normal kitten. He loves to chase things, and if they're small enough he'll return them in an odd game of fetch. Shoulders make the best perches, he's learned from watching the firelizards around Igen. Hair is also the tastiest treat, and it isn't surprising to find Chevron making some attempt to eat the very hair off your head. His tail has made for the best sparing partner, whenever a fire lizard is not in paw's reach. Though Chevron is very careful not to do physical harm to a flitt, he loves to roll and wrestle with the noisy things.
{Rime}
Color: Blue
Sex: Male
Appearance: Rime isn't intimidating, nor large, nor even beautiful. He's only delicate. Fragile enough to almost be concerning to dragonhealers, he has an appearance that suggests he could be blown away in a particularly strong wind. This is just an appearance, of course, an illusion conjured by the combination of his slim build and extremely light coloration. But he's still pretty small and thin. His legs are long and spindly, delicately boned with long, dexterous toes that are great for taking things apart. His tail is somewhat short when compared with the length of his body, as is his neck, which gives him a bit of an oddly... oval look.
Rime's face is delicate as well. His muzzle is long for a firelizard, and thin. His eyes, like many of his siblings, are overly large for a firelizard. His eyeridges are perhaps the only heavy part of his body, being somewhat overly developed and set thickly on his face. None of his teeth are visible when he closes his mouth. He honestly looks far too fragile to actually be real.
Personality: Rime is a big, horrible drama king. He likes to fuss and moan and throw a big fuss over things, even if there's nothing to fuss about. He'll act like something is absolutely terrifying, only to turn around and act like this was the funniest thing in the world. The truth is, Rime just likes the attention he gets. He likes being fussed over and treated like he's great, and he likes being dramatic. So he wins either way. Everything, whether it's good or bad, is dramatic with him. A scolding is the end of the world, and a treat seems as if it's the only morsel of food he's gotten in days. He doesn't actually like upsetting others. He just thinks it's fun to make such a huge fuss over things.
Rime is delicate, true. He'll probably spend a great deal of time nursing bruises from being beaten up by larger firelizards. He'll probably have to scrap a bit fiercer, fly a bit faster, work a bit harder. But that's okay with him. If there's one thing this blue is, it's tenacious. Oh, he makes a big show of whining and crying and carrying on. But he knows that the cards are against him and even though he has fun being the king of drama, whining won't help him. So when things get tough, Rime buckles down and gets shit done. He won't let himself be pushed around by anyone, and he doesn't care who they are. Firelizard, dragon, wher, human. Let them try.
Rime is a troublemaker and too clever by half. He likes to rough-house with Chevron, for example. However, he's also willing to use his cleverness for lighter gestures. When Haelyn is overworking herself, Rime may immediately get in trouble or steal her pen, or elsewise cause a huge, dramatic diversion. It's the only way he knows how to help, really. When not using his powers for good, he likes to steal things and, true to his firelizard nature, take them apart. Paperwork should be kept far, far away from this horrible creature.
He loves Haelyn to pieces, but he's a monster in training. He mistakes training and scolding for play regularly. He will, however, always listen to Riklith. He loves the dragon to death, and will often be found with her if Haelyn isn't around. When he is found with Haelyn, he's often trying to monopolize her attention. He can't help it, really. He just loves her so much and he just wants to share things with her that he thinks will make her happy. Like that cool bug he found!
Age: 35 Turns
Gender: Female
Rank: Weyr Council
Appearance: In accordance of her looks, Haelyn could, would, and is considered quite average by most standards. She stands just shorter than the average female height—just clearing 5’1”, though it doesn’t deter her too much. In terms of her weight, Haelyn stands at an average amount for her age. However, an average weight for a less-than-average height makes for a bit of a curvier, fluffier figure. This does not deter her in the slightest—this comes from adapting to her figure since she was small, as well as two older siblings who would sooner give anyone who would dare tease their little sister a reason to think twice. They helped to embolden her confidence to the point where she’s comfortable in her own skin, and able to brush off anyone who would think otherwise about her figure. Haelyn’s original hair color, before she was exposed to long turns in the Igen sun, was a deep bronzed-brown color. Now it stands a good four shades lighter than it had twenty turns ago, and is unlikely to ever return to its original shade. However, Haelyn could care less about a commodity such as the condition or color of her hair, keeping it cropped close to her skull to keep it out of her way. The fringe tends to fall into her eyes, a dark brown color that reflects a copper in the right lights.
Her sense of style, outside of her riding gear, tends to go with more loose-fitting clothes. With the hot climate, they’re almost necessary to have some sort of breath ability in the fabrics or else one may be in danger of overheating. She tends to gravitate more lighter-colored fabrics, and has a penchant for more yellow, tan, or gold fabrics. This preference was before she Impressed to Riklith, but has since been more solidified.
A new trait Haelyn’s picked up since her accident is a limp in her gait. Some days it’s a barely noticeable thing, other days she may have difficulty walking properly and require support or assistance to move around in a normal manner. This comes from the deep threadscore over her right leg that she acquired early in a fall the previous turn, running from mid-thigh, spanning over her knee, before tucking back behind her calf. The healer who treated her gives her ointment for the scar, as even if it is healed, it continues to give her problems most days. In full honesty, Haelyn’s just happy and relieved to be walking at all.
Personality:At first meeting Haelyn, you might get the wrong impression from her. Haelyn often times comes off as impersonal, and sometimes distant and rude. However, if you knew Haelyn, this is never the case. Most of these meetings, she’s either got her mind on the latest problem to be solved, or she’s simply over-exhausted herself once more.
Haelyn is an extremely intrinsically-driven person, and this dedication has made her work shine. She throws her whole self into a problem, neglecting her own needs in favor for the betterment of others. She’s often skipped meals and missed out on candlemarks upon candlemarks of sleep in favor for trying to work out a fairer balance of tithes, or calculating the better arrangement of a wing deciding on a dragon’s flame range. Her mind is wired to work out these problems, calculating each and every outcome until she has the best solution to present to those who seek her help. It’s a pleasure to use her problem-solving to help people, even if it drives Riklith to irritation that she forgoes her own needs, in favor for who seek her help. This dedication, as well as crucial problem solving skills, helped to earn her a place inside the Weyr Council.
Haelyn’s older sister, Remaele, gifted her a still-nursing abandoned kitten while she was still recovering from threadscore, for the purpose of giving her something else to focus on, as well as to help Haelyn to not keep herself immersed in her own world as much. Chevron’s helped immensely with both problems.
Once away from her sandboards and the enclosed workspace of her personal weyr, Haelyn is actually a shy, if friendly woman to be around. She’s a dedicated friend, who would do anything for those who have wormed their way into her enclosed life. Need to borrow a mark? Okay, here you go. Need a hand with something? Sure. It takes a major thing to earn yourself out of Haelyn’s graces, as she remains at such a lax level not much causes her to rile. However, never mistake Haelyn’s shyness for low self-esteem. She will rebuff any comment made upon herself, more than likely ignoring what is said to her rather than making a rebuke. One thing Haelyn will not stand for, however, is bullying of any kind on others, even if she does not know them. Her older siblings instilled that sense of protecting others, even before oneself, and Haelyn’s done well to uphold their beliefs.
It’s no secret Haelyn loves kids, that even though she’s been through so many flights she has yet to have any of her own frightens her beyond reason she may never have any of her own. That being said, she loves to be around them in general, and will often gravitate towards children.
Since her incident during a fall the previous fall, Haelyn’s developed a skittishness around fire. She will often, if only subconsciously, put herself at a distance from any trace of the burning element. The sight, the smell, the sound of fire – each something that previously brought comfort to her – now brings about painful memories and dripping guilt. No matter what anyone has managed to say to her – Riklith included, Haelyn is likely to carry the guilt of Riklith’s burn with her the rest of her life.
History: Haelyn’s roots travel back to Big Bay Hold, where she was the third child born to two loving parents. Her father, Faelur, has earned a spot on one of the Hold’s smaller fishing boats. Her mother, Hyllun, was once an apprentice at Masterweaver Hall, and used the talents she had honed there to help craft out a good living for her three children.
Thus, Haelyn spent most of her time within her elder siblings’ care. Her elder sister, Remaele, was the best role model Haelyn could have chosen to emulate, or so she has believed, and continues to believe. Remaele wasn’t concerned with ‘girly’ things—hair, dress style, appearance, all of this meant nil to her big sister. She was more concerned about adventure, about her family and friends, and doing the right thing than what those other snooty girls of Remaele’s age were into. Her older brother, Fulyen, was the middle child of the trio, though often times was the leader of the pack, with Remaele acting as the moral compass until Fulyen caught on. He was the other role model Haelyn’s thankful she has had in her life. Fulyen was the prime source of all things brave, courageous, and unafraid to stick up for anything, even if it meant trouble. Haelyn learned most of her values from just being around them, her protectors who shielded her from a less-than-kind peer group.
The only thing that would separate them would be Search Riders.
Remaele was the first to be searched, by an Istan blue rider visiting the Hold off-duty one hot summer down by the seaside. It had been a tearful goodbye, but it was not a fruitless one. The following hatching did not disappoint as Remaele Impressed to a cocky little blue, who was more interested in searching out crevasses by the mountainside than pay attention to lessons. It was a perfect match between rider and dragon.
Fulyen was searched out after her, by an Igen green rider, shortly after Haelyn turned fifteen. Two clutches after he arrived to the Weyr, he would Impress to a feisty female fighting brown who loved to engage her rider in playful banter. Watching the pair had always been amusing to Haelyn.
However, she would not be searched until almost three turns later, just shortly before her eighteenth birthday. He was a young, kind brown rider – just out of weyrlinghood, who during her candidacy would often check up on her to make sure she was okay. It would not be until two full turns later – half a turn out of her nineteenth turn, when Haelyn was beginning to fear she may have been brought to Igen as a mistake – that she Impressed to the most beautiful little golden baby named Riklith.
During weyrlinghood, they couldn’t keep more than a few firelizard lengths from one another, if they could help it. They were attached to the hip, often leaning against one another during lessons, or whenever they could. Riklith was always one for physical contact, as constant cuddles were a part of their daily life. The growing dragon often found comfort in cuddling in her rider’s lap, or trying to hide her head in her rider’s stomach. As Riklith grew bigger, this task grew harder to accomplish, though they did manage it when they could. Riklith still finds comfort nuzzling her rider, and trying to hide her head into her stomach.
The pair breezed through weyrlinghood, although flights were an interesting concept, they tackled them with the same grace they held throughout everything else. Haelyn found a few romantic pursuits along the way – some of them flight-born, others not. None of them lasted too long.
They found their niche in the life of the Weyr, and were happy for it. In her free time, Haelyn often found herself out talking to the residents of the Weyr, helping out whenever she found herself able to. Her biggest moment, one she is sure is what actually helped to earn her a place amongst the council, was watching wing drills. One of the older wings, headed by a stubborn bronze rider, had their dragon order switched around. A simple change in the order would make for a more-effective sweep, and reduce the drop of what fell to the next wing. The wing leader was stubborn, and had been adamant about not listening to her. Haelyn, not to be ignored, rounded up the riders of his wing, explaining what could be done to improve their formation. At most, she hoped that they would bring up the new formation to their wing leader, but they did one better. They even went so far as to learn the new formation, practicing it without their ‘leader knowing until they got it down perfectly to show him. The bronze rider could not deny that, in seeing it work, their sweep did look stronger than before.
After this, Haelyn would be voted into the council, where she grew her own wings and soared, metaphorically. She found her calling within a group of people that were solely dedicated to the betterment of the Weyr and it’s problems, where she could take her newly found talent of problem-solving and allow it to flourish and blossom. It has been the best experience of her life, being up in the council, and will surely miss it once her term ends.
Midway through her term, during a fall only a Turn ago, Haelyn had an incident that will continue to haunt her for the rest of her life. They were flying formation with the rest of the flame-throwing wing, and Haelyn’s perception had slipped. A clump had fallen from above, threatening to land upon them. Instead of going Between to avoid it, like she should have, she tried to fire her flame thrower above them. The trigger froze tight, as she tried to force it to go. The spores had landed upon her as the trigger finally released—the spores searing deep into Haelyn’s leg and knee, as well as Riklith’s shoulder. The flamethrower threw a jet of fire that seared down along Riklith’s thick hide, burning the light hide a deep color. It’s likely that if Haelyn weren’t such a fast thinker, throwing the mental image of Home at Riklith before she disappeared Between to rid herself of the burning, burning, burning in her shoulder and neck, the pair might have been lost forever.
The healing process was a slow one. Haelyn, down-trodden with an immensive amount of guilt every time she spoke to her dragon, or felt her pain, was washed anew with the overbearing sense of this is all my fault, and this could have been prevented. It was only Riklith who saved her from drowning, with a gentle reminder that if she had not thought so quick, they would not be there to feel the pain. This alieviated some of her pain and guilt, though it would never completely rid of it. Remaele, upon hearing of her sister’s condition from their brother, made it out to visit her healing sister as much as she possibly could. One day, she brought with her a young feline kitten, who needed care and love. That is how Chevron came into Haelyn’s care and, although Haelyn will tease the bratty little hair-eater occasionally, she loves him dearly.
Haelyn has healed enough that she only walks with a limp that varies depending on her pain, though she was given medicinal ointment for both her and Riklith’s lagging injuries, it is reasonably questionable if the pair will ever be the same again. With their avoidance to all things fire and flame, they’re searching to find other ways to make themselves useful to the Weyr.
[Riklith]
{Dragon}
Age: 16 Turns
Color: Gold
Sex: Female
{Clutcher}
Appearance: For a gold, Riklith, like her rider, is less-than-average on the normal scale concerning her looks. On a good day, she barely flags at 40 meters and with her coloring, it isn't too much of a surprise she's been mistaken as a lighter-toned bronze on more than one occasion. The base color of her hide is a light goldenrod color, that tends to fringe upon it's tan roots in the sunlight. However, the gold shows through on her markings. Her hide is a wide speckled display of multiples and multiples of shining gold spots sprayed across her body. The sizes of her speckles decorating her hide range anywhere from the size of pinheads to roughly the size of Haelyn's fist. Main areas of concentration for Riklith's freckling seem to concentrate on her face—from her cheeks to the tip of her snout, as well as her eye ridges—to the main joints of her body—her shoulders and her hips.
There are two notible features about Riklith, in the localization of two different burn scar patterns along her right shoulder. The more easily reconizible scar is threadscore, a tender white that contrasts sharply, even with her lighter hues which runs down her right shoulder. There's a notable gap in the top of the scar, a break in the pattern of where her rider's leg had broken the sear. The second is a fire scar--large near her shoulder, tapering off towards the end like a sideways teardrop--caused within moments before her threadscore was earned. In the middle of Fall, Haelyn's flamethrower misfired when trying to burn a patch that had strayed to close. The stream of fire seared Riklith's neck nearly a quarter of the distance across. Her light goldenrod hide turned burnt sienna, curling slightly in ways that pulls at Riklith's healthy hide if not oiled regularly. The few freckles that were located at her neckline vanished into small, blackened spots.
Both of these scars tend to pull, even with oils and salve rubbed tenderly into her hide. However, Riklith puts on a brave face—she knows her rider's discomfort and guilt over the origin of these scars, and plays off the pain and discomfort they cause her.
Personality: Riklith is a hard dragon to pinpoint down, personality-wise.
Most days she spends life in a happy, innocent fashion. Riklith acts more like a newly-hatched firelizard, rather than the 16-turn-old dragon she actually is. In that similar vein, Riklith seems to forget she’s now a fully-grown dragon, not a bitty hatchling. She still tries to hide herself in her rider if something truly upsets her, or curls herself around Haelyn like they used to when they were just new weyrlings attempting to figure out their wings. However, on the more common, happier days, Riklith is usually out and about—bouncing between sunning ledges, skimming by the feeding corrals, or even just hanging out down in the Weyr bowl. The sun comes second in Riklith’s list of amazing things she’s since discovered (Haelyn is, and forever will always be number one on that list), and it isn’t uncommon to find her out celebrating in Rukbat’s rays.
Social interaction is as second nature to this happy gold as breathing or flying. Even just candlemarks after Impressing and eating, Riklith was making friends and chatting pretty enthusiastically for a sleepy hatchling. The world is her friends, as there is no such thing as strangers or enemies; everyone is either a friend, or a friend she just hasn’t met yet. Physical affection is one form of affection Riklith loves, so don’t be surprised if a giant gold dragon attempts to nuzzle you at some point. One of her favorite pastimes is to find a friend, and cuddle in the warmth of the sun. To share warmth, even in this hot climate, is one of her favorite activities.
On the rare happenstance someone should take advantage of Riklith’s sweet nature, shame on them. Although Riklith could never hate someone, she may feel uncomfortable being around them yet continue to engage with them.
Playing is the sport this sweet girl’s best at. She enjoys the hatchlings the best, as they may be more likely to play than older dragons – when they aren’t in Training, of course. Bouncing around the Weyr bowl, or rolling in the sand, Riklith enjoys a playful game as much as she can.
As of late, since the Fall that injured both her and her rider, Riklith has gained a sense-memory fear of fire. At face value, this seems impossible and improbable, for a dragon’s memory is not made to retain for lengths at a time. However, with her burn scar pulling and tugging every day, as well as Riklith still catching her rider’s thoughts and guilt over the scar, the memory does not fade. Fire has since become a deterrent for the dragon, and the possibility of her flying thread again becomes questionable when said dragon becomes distraught at the sound, sight, or smell of a flame – organic or not.
[Cheveron]
{Feline}
Age: 1 Turn
Sex: Male
Appearance: At first sight, it's easy enough to see Chevron is still growing into his full size.
A large set of murky gold eyes that still fringe upon their kittenish brown color emote a lot of emotion in his face. Usually, the picture-perfect sight of innocence, up until he gets what he wants or is thoroughly denied. They'll either relax in pleasure, or narrow in irritation. Chevron's coat is a blooming merle of a mid brown, soft grey, and a midnight black that all helps him to blend into the deeper shadows of the Weyr -- or, rather, Haelyn's weyr. His forelegs end in black 'mittens' that meet in a crisp line just above his dew claws, as his back legs end in the same rich black just above his ankle joints. Chevron's name comes from the chevron facial markings over the brow of his face--several grey and black arrows that point back towards the base of his skull.
The tips of his small ears end in small, pointed tufts of fur that, if anything, make his large radial ears seem even longer than they are. His tail still holds it's kitten color and fur, a medium brown with thick, cottony fur. In overall shape, Chevron is a lean juvenile as he grows out of the thick kitten fur into his muscular adult form.
Haelyn had a collar commissioned specifically for Chevron's proposed adult size, so it hangs loose on his neck. It's a light tan leather strip, with his name stitched on in a light golden thread that comes close to Riklith's color.
Personality:Chevron was discovered alone, as the abandoned runt of his litter, and was gifted to Haelyn as a Get Well Soon (and Pay Attention to the Real World) present by her sister shortly after he was found. This early introduction, including being hand-fed by a still-healing Haelyn. This interactions led to a strong bond between the two. Chevron has taken to following Haelyn around the Weyr, anywhere he is physically able to. In fact, Haelyn has had to shut away the kitten just to be able to attend council meetings, or have a moment of rest.
That being said, Chevron still acts like a normal kitten. He loves to chase things, and if they're small enough he'll return them in an odd game of fetch. Shoulders make the best perches, he's learned from watching the firelizards around Igen. Hair is also the tastiest treat, and it isn't surprising to find Chevron making some attempt to eat the very hair off your head. His tail has made for the best sparing partner, whenever a fire lizard is not in paw's reach. Though Chevron is very careful not to do physical harm to a flitt, he loves to roll and wrestle with the noisy things.
{Rime}
Color: Blue
Sex: Male
Appearance: Rime isn't intimidating, nor large, nor even beautiful. He's only delicate. Fragile enough to almost be concerning to dragonhealers, he has an appearance that suggests he could be blown away in a particularly strong wind. This is just an appearance, of course, an illusion conjured by the combination of his slim build and extremely light coloration. But he's still pretty small and thin. His legs are long and spindly, delicately boned with long, dexterous toes that are great for taking things apart. His tail is somewhat short when compared with the length of his body, as is his neck, which gives him a bit of an oddly... oval look.
Rime's face is delicate as well. His muzzle is long for a firelizard, and thin. His eyes, like many of his siblings, are overly large for a firelizard. His eyeridges are perhaps the only heavy part of his body, being somewhat overly developed and set thickly on his face. None of his teeth are visible when he closes his mouth. He honestly looks far too fragile to actually be real.
Personality: Rime is a big, horrible drama king. He likes to fuss and moan and throw a big fuss over things, even if there's nothing to fuss about. He'll act like something is absolutely terrifying, only to turn around and act like this was the funniest thing in the world. The truth is, Rime just likes the attention he gets. He likes being fussed over and treated like he's great, and he likes being dramatic. So he wins either way. Everything, whether it's good or bad, is dramatic with him. A scolding is the end of the world, and a treat seems as if it's the only morsel of food he's gotten in days. He doesn't actually like upsetting others. He just thinks it's fun to make such a huge fuss over things.
Rime is delicate, true. He'll probably spend a great deal of time nursing bruises from being beaten up by larger firelizards. He'll probably have to scrap a bit fiercer, fly a bit faster, work a bit harder. But that's okay with him. If there's one thing this blue is, it's tenacious. Oh, he makes a big show of whining and crying and carrying on. But he knows that the cards are against him and even though he has fun being the king of drama, whining won't help him. So when things get tough, Rime buckles down and gets shit done. He won't let himself be pushed around by anyone, and he doesn't care who they are. Firelizard, dragon, wher, human. Let them try.
Rime is a troublemaker and too clever by half. He likes to rough-house with Chevron, for example. However, he's also willing to use his cleverness for lighter gestures. When Haelyn is overworking herself, Rime may immediately get in trouble or steal her pen, or elsewise cause a huge, dramatic diversion. It's the only way he knows how to help, really. When not using his powers for good, he likes to steal things and, true to his firelizard nature, take them apart. Paperwork should be kept far, far away from this horrible creature.
He loves Haelyn to pieces, but he's a monster in training. He mistakes training and scolding for play regularly. He will, however, always listen to Riklith. He loves the dragon to death, and will often be found with her if Haelyn isn't around. When he is found with Haelyn, he's often trying to monopolize her attention. He can't help it, really. He just loves her so much and he just wants to share things with her that he thinks will make her happy. Like that cool bug he found!
