Tay

Description

Tay is of small stature, standing a slight heigth of around 5' and weighing somewhere around 125 pounds. Her eyes, that look out from her child-like face, are an unremarkable shade of pale green and are fringed by long black brows and lashes. Her arms and legs while thin, are well shaped and muscled. The once slim form of this woman has filled out to make her more curvacious in all the right places. Her hair has been skillfully styled so that the sides have been swept back from her face and braided into three braids that have then been woven into one. Intertwined with the strands of hair are white glass beads. The rest of the glossy ebony locks have been left loose to float about her shoulders in a dark sheet.
Soft green hugs her upper body in the form of a simply cut shirt, complete with a scooped neckline that shows off just a hint of skin and curves. The long sleeves end in cuffs at the wrists; small wooden buttons make the closure there secure but not overly tight. The hemline ends just above the top of her pants, so that with each move of her torso a fair bit of her midriff is bared to show off her belly button. Hip to ankle is covered in material of smoky gray, which clings to her legs just tightly enough to move with her but not skin tight. Often covered in a fine layer of dust and grime, her black boots start at mid-calf and end at the tips of her toes. Worn or carried over an arm is a black leather flight jacket, it's showing wear but it good condition with it's heavily padded shoulders to protect from the sharpness of firelizard claws.


History

Taylin was born at High Reaches hold, the wild girl child in the midst of a lot of brothers. It seemed that as she grew up the more wild she got, until her parents had her fostered at the age of 12 into the care of her aunt and uncle at Ista Hold. There she was set to task in the nurseries helping the nannies, now this job was an eye opener for the girl. Not only did she see herself in many of the little faces around her but she could stop things they wanted to do before they did they just by seeing the signs they gave each other. She will always love High Reaches, but Ista holds something special for her. Its given her the reason to grow up and change into the well-rounded person that she is, even if she does have a love for pulling harmless pranks now and again. If it were a question of defending the people of Ista Hold in an argument or sitting back and letting the words fly around her, shed be the first person to jump up on a table and defend one and all. Shed do this for any place that she felt lucky enough to call home.
Once she wa of age, it seemed Taylin didn't fit into her niche in life at the Hold and left to take a look at life in the weyr.


Family

Name Relation Location Position
Iothala Mother High Reaches Hold Holder
Defolst Father High Reaches Hold Holder
K'vin Weyrmate Xanadu Weyr Rider to Bronze Khirseth
Saefti Daughter Xanadu Weyr Weyrbrat
Y'ki Son Xanadu Weyr Rider to Blue Ecoatleth
Tavious Son Xanadu Weyr Weyrbrat
Keylin Daughter Xanadu Weyr Weyrbrat
Tavin Son Xanadu Weyr Weyrbrat

Firelizards

Brown Desert
Secrets untold, locked for hundreds of Turns in the mysterious depths of the earth, are revealed in the figure of this delicate brown. Startlingly pale for one of his color, this firelizard is clearly male but as close to golden as browns can become. Nearly uniformly faded, his hide reflects hues of sunlight and caramel, fine desert sand and the beaches of Southern Weyr. Further unexpected are the traces of ivory snow crowning his headknobs, a testiment to Honshu and Telgar in a landscape of forgotten plains. Only his wingspars change, laced in copper red, denoting a richness of treasure not foretold from without.

Brown Khaki
Light khaki hues drift in aimless piles, falling down his back like wild sand dunes along the horizon, adding an awkward sense of imbalance to his body. One shoulder lifts slightly higher than the other, while one side dips in a tad more, though his wings are even on other side of the darker ridges that creep down his back. Limbs are brushed with shadows, darkest at the ebony talons, while his stomach remains untouched. Muzzle is long, eyes set back close to the head knobs, under the shadows cast by his eye ridges.

Green Frisky
The new soft fuzzy green leaves open for the first time in the cool misty spring morning. The orchard, a sea of green spattered with morning dew, sparkles as the morning mists burn away to the bright day shine. The rustle of movement, a running breeze rippling through the slim leaf laden branches, stir in shimmering waves as the little lady moves. Supporting branches, tendrils of brown shadow, creep up the back of her forearms, strike against her belly and seem to provide the support and structure of her wings. The sails of which spread revealing a healthy harvest of green fruits. Heavily laden are the branches with the deep spots, appearing in the shape of several distinct fruits. They cling to the branches some half-hidden under the waves of fuzzy new green leaves. You can make out blotches of pear green, the tart crispness of apple green which bowls over the darker rind of a lime. A few of which appear almost hidden within the sails peek out only in dark half circles. These fruits hang heavy between leaf lines leadening her wings, or appearing so at least, but in the way she moves their true delicacy is revealed. A deeper strength underlines this beauty, as well quite a personality. Brushing the very tips of her neckridges are the feint traces of water blue. Part of the mists perhaps which keeps her hide so lush. Her eyes so contrast this lady's hide, a pair of ripe redfruits standing out among the leaves.


Dragon

Caught in Midnight's Fury Green Jhanieth
Darkness falls across this agile little green, a green so dark it seems nearly black over her head, back, and all the way down to the tip of her tail. It seems if she slipped into the shadows that she'd nearly disappear from sight. Her underbelly is a slightly lighter shade of green, a deep olive instead of the near black. This deep olive colouration even touches her face, tiger stripes of the midnight green blending about her muzzle which is held open just enough to reveal razor-sharp teeth, which she tends to bare often. Eyes are constantly awhorl with each shifting mood. Ebon black talons clutch the ground beneath strong midnight green hindlegs and feet. The undersides of her wings are also the olive colouration, with deep midnight tiger stripes as well to match her muzzle. This green promises strength in flight, as muscular as she is, with a certain defiance evident in her stature.
About Jhanieth's shoulders rest a set of deep emerald, verging on black, leather flight straps. Well polished buckles keep the lenghths of leather securely in place. All in all, the greens straps are well made and cared for.


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