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Posted: Fri Oct 13, 2017 4:30 pm
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 Name: Sylfie (short for Asylfia)
Age: 22 (3553.09.23)
Sex: Female
Sexual Orientation: has yet to really explore her options tbh
Weyr: High Reaches Weyr
Rider Rank: Wingrider
Previous Rank/Craft: Farmer
Physical Description:
Everything about Sylfie is soft, from her wide doe-brown eyes framed by strawberry blonde hair to the pleasant curves of her 5'2" frame. Under the outward softness, she is in good, capable physical condition thanks to a life of farming, but having never been one to devote herself to training or fitness just for the sake of it, she retains a comfortable build rather than a muscular one. Now has a threadscore that runs from high on her right cheek down to her thigh, including her arm and much of the rest of her right side - some wraps around to her back, but the bulk of it is more to the front of her.
Personality:
Peace and contentment. Safety and security. Sylfie knows what she wants, and that what she wants is difficult to attain, more elusive than wealth or power, and that she very nearly had it. Raised a farmer, she's always been happiest outdoors, working the earth and watching the fruits of her labors grow. It's straightforward, rewarding work with tangible results that are directly beneficial, which she finds immensely satisfying. As content as she is with the mundane, however, she's not without imagination or dreams; she may not have lofty dreams for herself, but she's a romantic at heart, with a love of stories in any form, and can often be found reading. While never one to see herself as the heroine, she's no less enthralled by books and Harpers' songs, sighing wistfully over love stories and wiping away tears over tragic endings. No one will ever write songs about her, of course, and that's quite alright: there's not much to say about a farmgirl who likes being a farmgirl and tends her trees to the end of her days.
A quiet life is more than fine, it's what she wants. A reserved individual who spends a lot of time alone with her own thoughts, Sylfie's not exactly an engaging conversationalist, a fault she is very keenly aware of. She's not terrible, neither struck frozen into silence nor shoving her foot in her mouth, but she's not skilled. The right words don't come easily, resulting in pauses and stumblings that, in her own mind at least, are glaringly and painfully obvious, and she's made herself rather self-conscious about it over time. When the words don't come out quite right, she's one to run over them again and again in her head, what she should have said and how, and how daft she must look for having said that. She has more trouble the less comfortable she is in a situation, or the less she knows the person to whom she's speaking. The better she knows someone, the more comfortable she becomes, and the less she hesitates about making the effort to say what she wants to, but she's never been able to fully banish the element of overthinking awkwardness.
Almost completely without ambition, Sylfie has never aspired to greater things, and isn't just disinterested in politics, but averse to them. There's too much talking, for one thing, too much push-and-pull and too much at stake. She would much rather leave such things to those more inclined to them - better anyone at all than her! - and escape into a book while they play their games. She's never even cared much for business, and while she was taught how to run a farm rather than just tend one, she never liked it. She just wanted to be outside and working, not worrying about tedious things like finances and tithes. That's carried over into being a rider as well, for while she'll happily take care of any of Hesperith's needs and participate in drills all day long, she'll have to be dragged into any administrative or leadership duties.
Possibly a result of the combination of her reserved nature, love of stories, and lack of ambition, Sylfie wholeheartedly believes in - and relies too much on - fate, and is more likely to wait for things to happen and respond accordingly than actively pursue or set something in motion herself. This very much includes anything romantic, so unsurprisingly, her luck thus far has been rubbish.
Positive Trait List modest, peaceful, contemplative
Negative Trait List reserved, unambitious, escapist
History:
Born to a mother she has no knowledge or memory of, Asylfia was adopted at a very young age by an older couple who'd never managed to have any biological children. Whatever her origin, which they never disclosed, they raised and loved her as their own, and she lived a carefree childhood on the Nerat peninsula, climbing klah trees and picking fruit, and like most children, being as much a nuisance as she was a help. Life was good but uneventful, really, up until at 17 she was Searched to Ista. A visiting Queen had clutched, they were in a scramble to collect candidates, and - impossibly - Sylfie was one of the young Holdfolk picked out by the green who came calling.
It was all quite unexpected - exciting, but also a bit terrifying. A typical Pernese child, Sylfie had certainly entertained dreams of dragons, but realistically, she found runnerbeasts terrifying. It seemed unlikely that a dragon could possibly want her, and at first she hesitated to go, but her parents urged her to, and she consented. It was an opportunity she'd always regret not taking if she refused, left wondering what might have happened, and if she didn't Impress, she could come right back home, no harm done and having seen just a little more of the world. Her candidacy was short, as it was for most of the candidates she Stood with; there was a small handful of weyrbrats, and some had been transferred in from other Weyrs, but many, like her, had been hurriedly plucked from their known lives in the sevendays leading up to the Hatching. She'd only had a few awkward days to settle in before the Touching was held, and while it was a surreal experience, it passed without incident. Her fellow candidates buzzed with infectious excitement in the wake of it, providing her first good chance to get to know anyone; the eggs were always an easy subject to fall back on, and one almost sure to get someone talking so that she wouldn't have to much more than she was comfortable with.
When the day of the Hatching arrived, Sylfie was content to keep to the back of the group, ideally well away from any mishaps, and besides, on the off chance that one of the hatchlings actually wanted her, from what she knew it should be able to find her regardless of where she was. In the turns since, she's often looked back and marveled at how smoothly that Hatching went: no fights, no betweenings, no real injuries, just baby dragons breaking their shells and finding their riders, and she was perfectly happy to stand back and watch it all, filing everything away as a story to tell her parents when she got home. So, halfway through, when a voice not her own entered her thoughts and a mind latched on to hers, she was taken aback, to say the least. She was even more surprised when the grouping of candidates parted to let her dragon pass, and that dragon was as shiny as they came.
What little girl had never dreamt of a gold dragon? But Sylfie had always known she wasn't the sort of girl a Queen would come to...and yet she had. Her Hesperith. It was lucky for the both of them that Hesperith hatched at Ista, where there was no expectation for any of the clutch to stay past Weyrlinghood, right down to them, and as such, no expectation for them to be in any way traditional. Politics were of little import, and there was no great emphasis on any of them developing leadership skills. They were just expected to grow up, learn to take care of each other, and try not to die in the process. What they did after that was entirely up to them.
By and large, the clutch and their riders got along - most of them, most days - and over the course of the turn Sylfie and Hesperith made a few close friends, mostly with others who'd been searched from the Nerat area. Sylfie developed a particular bond with classmate a few turns older than her, T'mol of brown Braraith. He became her best friend, almost a big brother figure, but as time went on, her feelings quietly turned to more than that...but only hers. T'mul was taken with another of their friends, Jalle of blue Tioloth, so Sylfie ignored her feelings and willed them to go away. They graduated - all but their bronze clutchmate, lost learning to between - Hesperith had her first Flight and was caught by the bronze of a retired rider, and with that clutch laid and hatched, they were free to do as they pleased. They went home.
Her parents weren't getting any younger, and needed all the help they could get around the farm, so Sylfie didn't return alone. Some of their friends came with them, Nerat born and bred and used to hard work, and more than welcome not just as extra help, but as family. They weren't a WeyrHold, far from it, just a group of friends working the land and helping to run the farm, and life was good. Peaceful. It wasn't perfect by any means, but it was enough, and they were content. Up until Thread returned, and dragons and riders were desperately needed again. T'mul and Jalle were the first to leave, relocating to Western. Serese and Im'sh and their greens were next, leaving Sylfie and Hesperith with a decision to make. They couldn't in good conscience stay, but where would they go? They would have been happiest with Western ideals, no doubt, but Hesperith pushed to go elsewhere, tired of watching her rider pine after someone she could never have.
At first, they considered just going back to Ista, but High Reaches seemed a wiser choice, better-prepared and better-equipped. Maybe in turns to come, when other Weyrs have caught up, they will revisit their decision, but in the meantime, High Reaches will be home, even if it doesn't feel anything like it. |
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Posted: Fri Oct 13, 2017 4:31 pm
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Name: Hesperith
Age: 4 (3570.04.21 Ceirath x Galenth)
Color: Gold
Size: 90'
Physical Description:
Dead average in length, with a proportionate build. The very picture of a typical dragon in the way she's put together, albeit with an especially fetching hide.
Personality:
Poised and serene, Hesperith is less of a Queen and more of a Lady. A position of authority holds no interest for her, there's just too much work and tedium and responsibility involved, too many people needing or wanting things from her. It's an element of being gold that will never sit well with her, and one that she had successfully run away from missed out on until Thread returned and interrupted her small, idyllic life. Even now that she's back in a Weyr, and a highly traditional one at that, she has no intentions of entering into politics and getting herself mixed up in the games that others play for power and leverage. She isn't without any sense of duty - she did ultimately choose Weyr life, after all - but it's only the very basic duty of clutching that she will readily embrace. Pern needs more dragons, and that she can happily help with. The notion of any sort of fighting, though, including fighting Thread as part of the Queen's Wing, is quite a bit less appealing. It's not very ladylike, now, is it? Fighting! Putting herself in danger! Goodness me. She will do it, and perhaps in time she'll come 'round to the idea, but for now she regards it with great reluctance.
She would far rather lie in the sun, enjoy fresh air and good company, and admire the beauty around her. And maybe, just possibly, gossip a little bit. Oh, excuse me, listen to stories. Hesperith does love a good story, especially a lovely romance with a happy ending. She is in love with the very idea of love, and while she appreciates having strapping bronzes and browns to admire, she is easily charmed by flowery words and romantic gestures, and chivalry and well-worded flattery will always be the way to her heart. It's far from difficult to sweep her off of her feet, and as a result, she often is. She doesn't even fall out of love with her previous suitor(s) first, and has no qualms about maintaining multiple relationships. Her ardor for a particular individual may wax and wane, but it can be stoked back to life with the right words or gestures, or even just time; rekindled love is almost as exciting as new love, and sooner or later she will always come back around, but don't ever expect her to do the chasing. Her boys are expected to come to her.
Hesperith enjoys and secretly expects to be taken care of. She won't demand it - she daren't risk seeming spoiled - and would never be so uncivilized as to throw a tantrum, but does have a certain expectation that others, especially males, should want to please her and make her happy, regardless of whether or not they're interested in her romantically. It's simply a gentleman's responsibility to see to it that a lady is happy and properly tended to, and that includes all ladies. One of the few things that will result in open disapproval from Hesperith is disrespect from a male towards a female, whether that female is gold or green or white, or human. On a personal level, she doesn't see herself subscribing to or demonstrating color bias, but at the same time, she is not an advocate, and has never done anything to combat the issue. As far as she's concerned, on the whole it's just not her problem, and will only speak up if someone is insulted in her presence.
She chose Syflie because of her simple, pure desire for nothing more than peace and happiness, and her willingness to work and sow the seeds of it for herself. Much as she's enamored with the idea of love, she's also taken with the idea of hard work, finding it novel and invigorating. She latched on to the image of the pastoral ideal in Sylfie's mind, of living life in the sun and growing and tending to things, although Hesperith of course mostly observed, as dragons aren't precisely suited to farming, but she could vicariously enjoy the experience through her rider.
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Posted: Fri Oct 13, 2017 4:31 pm
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Posted: Fri Oct 13, 2017 4:31 pm
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Posted: Fri Oct 13, 2017 4:31 pm
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Posted: Fri Oct 13, 2017 4:31 pm
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