Gender Female
Current Home Igen Weyr
Place of Birth Telgar Weyr
Occupation Journeyman Harper
Hair Black
Eyes Brown
Played-by Lana Condor

Tall for her age, standing at 5'6", Elayne seems to be all limbs, the gangly, awkward phase of youth mostly cleverly concealed by measured, artificial grace and the willowy nature of her figure. She's a slender creature, yet there remains a sturdiness to points of her frame, such as shoulders and hips, that suggests she's no fragile lady. Large, dark eyes sit in a heart-shaped face, her nose a little thin for her features, made up for by lips that curve easily into a smile. When completely tamed, her black hair usually falls in a straight sheet to below her shoulder blades, but is more apt to take on waves and curls.

She normally wears well-tailored trousers paired with plain, knee-high boots and smart shirts in pale shades, a pale pink leather jacket to hand when the weather calls for it. At her shoulder sits the knot of a Journeyman Harper.


Elayne (Elle-aye-nee) owes her existence to an arrangement between a greenrider and a brownrider, best friends, who decided that they would have a child for the brownrider and his weyrmate to raise. Ultimately a flight baby, Elayne was given to her intended parents at birth and her greenrider mother walked away, back to her own weyrmate, to sink down into post-natal depression. For the first turn of her life, she was raised by her biological father and his blueriding weyrmate – not that Elayne remembers a single bit of it.

As far as she’s concerned, her biological parents have always been together and she was raised by them from the very beginning. The messy, unkind months that passed during her first turn is a series of events that she is completely oblivious to. Ultimately, that time is something that Ebeny and E’dre have chosen not to share with her, rarely discussing that facet of their pasts themselves, but the fact remains: weyrmates were left, weyrs were left, and a mother, Ierne Weyrhold and new twin siblings found themselves in Elayne’s life.

She’s lived a charmed and somewhat sheltered life, doted on by both her parents, a nanny, and guarded fiercely by two rather bad tempered dragons. The records say that Elayne was apprenticed to the Harpers at ten, but the truth of the matter is that she was put to the piano much younger and grew up surrounded by music – both her mother’s and that of all the artists and performers at Harmony – returned to Ierne to be apprenticed to her mother to focus on the performance arts at twelve. She’s grown into a reasonably even temper, protective of her mother as she’s grown to believe that the greenrider ought to stand up for herself more. But then, as a child, it’s so easy to only see one side of the story.

At fifteen, there were those who wondered that she should be considered a senior apprentice, murmurings of nepotism and unfair advantages flooding the corridors whenever she visited the Hall. There’s no telling whether Ebeny finally tried to leverage her status in the vocal world and pulled some strings, or the higher-ups decided it was time that Elayne see some more of the world, but, either way, she was posted from Ierne to Xanadu Weyr. Surely Ebeny wouldn’t have chosen Xanadu. But at least Elayne was vaguely familiar with the Weyr, having spent several months there as a child. Following a time apprenticed to another Journeyman and as a Candidate, she returned home to Ierne - relieved to have not Impressed, having found Xanadu incompatible with her own views and attitude - re-apprenticed to her mother and found her focus on her studies renewed. Such was her focus on her craft that she earned her Journeyman knot just after her seventeenth birthday and found herself the teacher, not the student. She moved into her newly-built home and began looking towards a life with Xander, who had become more than a friend, only to have an Igen rider to invite her to Stand for the desert Weyr’s latest clutch.

For the best or a mistake… she accepted.


Name Relation Location Position
Ebeny Mother Ierne Weyrhold Sr. Journeyman Harper & Rider of Green Laurieth
E'dre Father Ierne Weyrhold Journeyman Weaver & Rider of Brown Wroyth
Eden Sister (twin to Eryn) Ierne Weyrhold Child
Eryn Sister (twin to Eden) Ierne Weyrhold Child
Beau Brother Ierne Weyrhold Child


You Were Warned About Me Gold Amara
A queen of contrasts, at first she is the sun, only to become the night, her initially pale hide steadily consumed by the shadow and fire of a distant galaxy. Bright sparks of sunlight burst over her slender and graceful form, their brilliance fighting for dominance amid a field of fire opal and copper, the war one that wages from the tip of her narrow nose to the end of her lithesome tail. Its her ridges and the ‘sails of her wings that capture a pale and silver starlight and midnight-striated quartz, threading the cold of far-flung universes through her heart, that same darkness claiming dangerously sharp claws in a shade of polished obsidian.

We Create Our Own Demons Bronze Acceso
During moments of stillness, he can seem like a heavy and stocky bronze, especially as he rivals golds for size, but it’s the warmer tones to his hide that help to lend him a sense of grace in the air, the hints of copper and honey that claim much of his form softening solid musculature as light touches them. His muzzle is blunt and square of nature, his headknobs and neck ridges likewise lacking sharpness, the latter mottled with rust and crimson that are mirrored in the metallic facets of his broad, substantial wings. Though much of him may be comprised of subtle curves, his claws are wickedly sharp from the moment of his hatching, midnight black and deadly when employed, their sharpness echoed in the lines of his whip-like tail.

Cold Honey and Caught Magic Green Anima
A beauty in emerald and sunshine-bright greens, she's a lithe creature, this well-built soul, her musculature subtle and sturdy to go with a frame that promises elegance in the air, no flitting and worrying from place to place. Her nose is dusted with pale mint, dappling edging along her jaw, the paler shade quite the contrast to the dark shadows ringing her eyes and finished with a stylish flick. Her shoulders may be a little slender, but her gauzy jade wings are broad and steady, their trailing edges touched with turquoise. Her claws seem almost gold, just as the rings that loop her tail, her paws neat and well turned out, all the same rich emerald as the rest of her save for her right forepaw. From claw-beds to wrist, soapstone claims that one, unapologetic in its incongruous presence.

Mischief and Midnight Brown Allegro
Large for his colour, this caramel and gingerbread brown carries himself with unerring confidence, his shape a little boxy and tail a tad too long for the rest of him. His muzzle is slender, nose dabbed with soot, his headknobs almost pointed, while his ridges are shallow things that ripple in dull copper. His chest and underbelly are ruffled with wheat and khaki, the same light shades claiming the very tip of his tail and the faintest edges of his jaw. Perhaps his burnt cinnamon hind legs and forearms are a little too stocky, but he seems more built for bounding and jumping than flying, his tawny wings no poor addition, yet maybe second best. A smudge of something near metallic rings his neck, while his claws are of unrelenting darkness.



Fae Queen of the Forest Green Teraisheth
With regal bearing this lady stands firm, proud or a bit obstinate you'll have to decipher from the whirl of turquoise eyes that shift around that hue every slightly more blue, then green. Elongated muzzle parts to reveal gleaming white teeth in a draconic laugh, or perhaps the final grin prey sees before eternal darkness envelops. A lithe assassin in classic form she is a beauty to behold draped in forest green that dapples just enough across her form to catch the eye without being overbearing. It flows along smooth supple hide where nary an angle can be found, for this lady is all curves in all the right places. Toned muscles ripple beneath the verdant hues, distinguished without being bulky as they tense and relax. She carries herself easily, gracefully through the world with this near hidden power. Talons of rich amber are deceptively sharp scythes upon each sturdy finger and toe. It might just be enough to distract from the flash of amethyst that is jealously hoarded upon one precious finger. A toss of her tapered head will draw your attention back away, back to the flowing length of her neck with its blunted ridges evenly spaced and the laces of gold and amber that filigree between them disappearing halfway down into her backside. Her wings spread, long and lean they are built for speed and agility fitting proportionately to her form. The translucent membranes dapple a lighter green in reflection of a forest canopy, light filtering through in subtle beams that glow with a mystical energy from leading to trailing edges. Lengthy tail snaps with a casual flick of fine control bringing one back to reality.


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