Isobel

Isobel was born in Southern Boll. She still misses her birthplace, and it's warm climate, and especially the sea, but she has enjoyed living at Telgar and has found that she loves snow enough to want to stay up north for the rest of her life. She's always enjoyed cooking, a trade she learned by watching her mother Caraiah prepare meals for the Hold as its assistant cook. Her brother Dakin is two years younger than she is. Their mother raised them alone, and they simply assumed they both had the same father. Caraiah, however, refused to speak of the matter to her children, whether out of anger or pain Iso still doesn't know. She and Dak used to make a game out of guessing who their father was. Dak liked to pretend he was a gypsy trader, who loved their mother dearly but couldn't settle down at the Hold any more than their mother could drop everything to travel with him, so they parted ways. Iso usually imagined him as a strong, dashing dragonrider who swept Caraiah off her feet for a short time. It could have been that they were both right, and that might have been the reason Caraiah treated them the way she did, not spiteful or mean, but very cold, distant, unapproachable. Isobel often got the feeling that she was ashamed of them, which helped to strengthen her resolve when she decided to leave the Hold and strike out on her own. When Isobel was fourteen, she began wanting to really do something with her life, to see the world. So when the Lord Holder sent a tithe to the weyr, Isobel went with the train. She hated leaving her brother, whom she still loves very much, but what hurt her most was the expression on her mother's face as the train began its slow progress: relief. When they reached the weyr, Isobel stayed on for a while, earning her way by doing various chores and helping out in the kitchens, further refining her skills as a cook. But whenever there was a chance to move on, she took it. She traveled quite often with traders, who very much appreciated her cooking skills. Wherever she went, she could always find work in some sort of cooking position, though it was usually temporary. When she came to Telgar Hold many months later, little did she know she would be staying a bit longer than usual. She had been helping out in the kitchens as usual, and something about her talents must have caught the Head Cook Lisslyn's eye, because she spoke to the Lord Holder about it. A few days later, Isobel became an assistant to Lisslyn. She wasn't sure how she'd like being Hold bound, but her position and the security it offered were a welcome sight after nearly a year of wandering about. And so her wandering days were over...for the time being.

After a few months of Lisslyn's tutoring, Isobel took over as the Head Chef of Telgar Hold, a position that she held in utmost pride and not a small amount of humility. She knew she wasn't the best cook on Pern, but she'd certainly try her best. Time passed, and her life settled in. It wasn't so bad to be secure at a Hold, she found. It was actually rather nice, and she enjoyed her job, though gather times were rather stressful. Serenity prevailed in her life...until a large bronze dragon happened to land in the courtyard.

It was the Telgar Weyrleader's own Janareth: S'ran was on Search, and looking for likelies at the Hold. After a bit of refreshments, the weyrleader decided it was time to get down to business, and marched a few young folks out to the courtyard, Isobel included. Parading them one by one past the massive dragon, each was rejected. Until Isobel stepped up. Janareth found her mighty interesting indeed, and insisted that S'ran take her back to the Weyr.

Peaceful times couldn't last forever, and Isobel wasn't exactly dismayed at the thought of going to the Weyr. After all, it was someplace she hadn't been, and standing as a candidate for Narrath's latest clutch was certainly an adventure. Notifying Lisslyn of her departure, she took off with S'ran, heading off for the weyr and inwardly laughing at the idea that she could Impress a dragon.

Candidacy turned out to be interesting indeed, and quickly she bonded with a fellow cook-turned-candidate, Margo. Their relationship was love-hate, and one of the closest Isobel had had in a long time. She didn't participate in the pranks quite as much as the other candidates. She had her hands full with cleaning out old storage cellars and painting the talons of the Weyr's golden Spectreth, an escapade that left her fuschia-tinted until well after the hatching. That, combined with her bad luck in feeling the effects of a proddy green firelizard, made for some interesting times indeed.

The hatching had to come, of course, but Isobel looked at it with more disappointment than anything. The adventure was about to be over, and she'd have to return to life as a cook. There was no way she was Impressing a dragon! But a good luck dragon-doo shovel that Weyrlingmaster Betha had inscribed with her name perked her up a bit, and when the time came, she marched onto those sands happily.

One by one her friends were singled out by young dragons. Sadly, Margo was one of the first to go, which left Isobel to go through the ordeal alone. Her fuschia tint caught the eye of a bronze, but that match was not meant to be, and another young dragon came to claim her prize -- by falling at Isobel's feet! Aramyth was her name, Telgar's newest Queen.

They made it through weyrlinghood without too many bumps, and joined Telgar's Sunweavers Wing soon after graduation. Life has remained uncomplicated for the two, the major obstacles having been overcome: Ara's first flight, and their first trip to the sands. In fact, life has remained sedate, for the most part. Unless you count their kidnapping of eleven-turn-old Tais from Telgar Hold during a gather, now slightly older and calling their weyr her home.

Most recently, Aramyth took to the skies again, this time caught by the purplish-brown Taimath, a sojourn that produced a fine large clutch of 42 eggs, and Telgar's newest batch of weyrlings.

What's in store for the two now? Only time will tell...

Descriptions

Isobel

Hair sprouts jet-black at roots, fading to a gentle silver near curling ends, a grey mist that caught only outer curls, leaving black to frame beneath. Irises nearly blend with white, their metallic sheen barely distinguishing bright silver and giving the illusion of blindness, catching attention before her other features. Angularity is the rule, and nose the exception that proves it; pointed chin throws pixie in with sylphid looks, while trademark round nose, however small and flattened, adds softness to harsh corners.

A sunlit dance on morning-fresh cream traces up slim legs, wrapping snugly but loose enough for movement. Boots of a darker hue, amber honey sweetness caressing from feet to mid-calf, protection and beauty in one. A heavy flight jacket ends just at her waist, thick and lined, where etching in leather doesn't garnish, fur pokes through. The barest hint of ice blue peeks from beneath this warmth, a shirt that gives light to colorless eyes.

A cord of Telgar's dominant black twines complimentary to palest honey, looped in double that denotes Jr. Weyrwoman status.

She is awake and looks alert.

Aramyth

All gangly limbed and big headed, grace takes a backseat to this lanky gold's lumbering presence. Deepest amber stains the excessive span of her wings before lightening into a patchwork of creme and honey down the length of her torso and blanching into tattered threads of lemon along the fidgety twitch of a serpentine-like tail. Nostrils flare wind-washed bronze that sweeps up into a darkened fringe of umber neckridges, vividly outlining her wiry frame and accentuating the angular lines of her squarish haunches and shoulders.

Aramyth is 4 Turns, 7 Months, and 30 Days old.

Apollonia

This tiny, fragile-looking green has the gusto of a firelizard twice her size. Hints of blue trail down her neck ridges, setting off the brighter green of her hide and wings. Flecks of gold sparkle on her wings, making her a sight to behold in the air. A curious little creature, she's always on the lookout for a new adventure or person to meet. She's very loving to her pet, and stays with her almost constantly.

Apollonia is 5 Turns, 3 Months, and 9 Days old.

Castalia

Curls of smoke advance forth from ash-dappled swell of stomach: pepper freckles curved flanks, craggy ridges, and bat-like sails to no end. Streaks of decrepit olive skid across the vivid, verdent turmoil that engulfs herself from boxy muzzle to jagged tail, shattering any whim that hide could possibly be commonplace. Grains of Istan sand tumble down sides, within grooves, eventually absloving itself to pure olive in time to worm about fleshy hind-legs. Sails of should've been bleak, greenness are wrecked by veins of metallic hue--silver and copper, to be exact--that creep around muscles of whipcord strength, diminishing posthaste.

Castalia is 4 Turns, 5 Months, and 7 Days old.

Boreas

From classic lines of long, sculpted frame to the liquid grace that dominates every calculated motion with silken-smooth ease, this flame-cast, burnished mahogany firelizard has all the confidence of a tempered fighter in that rangy build. A true romatic's light spirals passion-hot due to his deep-set regard, bright against the blackened brown backdrop that is all /him/. Bordering the patterned canopy of his left flank is a strange scar, obviously wrought by some wretched scrap of egg shard at birth. Fashioned to the likeness of an Earth Druid's rune of fertility, the strange marking does nothing to diminish the velvety sheen of his highly polished hide.

Boreas is 3 Turns, 5 Months, and 1 Day old.

Usagi

Lemon ripples in shimmering waves past a set of large whirling orbs and down her lithe neck to splay at shoulders where a deeper champagne drapes the rest of her form in bubbly hues. Overlong wings encumber her all too gangly limbs, adding a clumsy bobble to each and every step she takes. A tiara-like strip of moonstone sits atop a pair of narrow eyeridges that constrast with the puggish pout of a muzzle used to emit her characteristic squeal, annoying to say the least.

Usagi is 4 Months and 11 Days old.

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