Weyrwoman Devorah and
Gold Frizith
Played By: Arisen Dark BoD
Character Name: Devorah
Pronunciation:
Character Type: Dragonrider
Rank: Weyrwoman
Political Alignment: The Ista Nostre
Age: 38
Gender: Female
Sexual Preference: Heterosexual
Appearance:
From her time as an Ista goldrider, she has gained not only turns of experience and a lean and fit body, but also a quite stunning deep tan. Her eyes are a brown so deep that it almost looks black, although in certain lights, when you can actually see that they are brown, you might catch just the hint of a lighter gold tone mixed in. What her eyes aren’t, despite the gold tone, is warm or welcoming. With very pretty mid-brown hair, streaked with highlights from the sun at Ista, she keeps the smoothly straight locks right at shoulder length, no shorter or longer, because her hair is convenient at that length and frames her face in a way that pleases her as well as looks good. Her strong jawline, defined and not too-thin eyebrows, and full but rarely smiling lips definitely mark her as someone you don't want to cross...or even look the wrong way at. Or those icy brown eyes will land on you with displeasure in their depths.
Despite her turns as a goldrider, she’s kept her 5’9” frame in the best of shape she could. Her muscles, necessary as a rider, are just hidden by the soft curves in all the right places that makes her oh so very desirable- and she takes great pride in knowing how desired she is making sure to have the nicest clothing possible that show off her body in the way she wants. And even as the turns have been kind to her body, keeping it firm and well toned, they have also been kind to her face in that her skin lacks the wrinkles, scars, and blemishes that any other nearly 40 turn women would have...but that’s the perks of being a goldrider!
Personality:
It would be hard to find a woman more set in her way and traditions. She is partner to a gold and that makes her word law as far as she is concerned and she will bow to none when it comes to that, at least not anymore. Before the deaths she would have bowed to the Weyrwoman if she had to, but she is the Weyrwoman now. She has the last say on all things as she sees it- so beware Fort bronzers who think golds are there as pretty puppets.
The damage her parent’s home has suffered from such a weak Weyrwoman is more than greatly upsetting, this is not how things should be! Women are not meant to be on blues and greens and should never be encouraged in seeking them; they are not to be vulgar fighters and should not be patted on the head. If they get there by dragon choice, they are there to be worked to the bone usefully along with their deviant, odd dragons. Blues and greens, even with male riders, should not be given so much freedom- they are meant to remember their place and stay in it like good lessers should. Fort today is all a mess and one she is determined to fix.
Devorah is hard and uncompromising, determined and utterly self-confident. Some will call her psychotic, but that’s their wishful thinking. There’s nothing wrong with Devorah’s mind, alas, save that she knows it and trusts herself and her ways. After the news came to light that the death of her lover- the man who should have been sharing this triumph with her- was caused by lessers she has started to come down even harder on them- and on the wishy washy rankers who let this happen! She has cracked down on brats who decide to craft for a while before becoming candidates - after all it is their kind who are part of the problem. What dedication to being a rider does that show? She wants strong girls for gold, of course, not the wishy washy breed Fort’s had recently, but their ambitions had best not threaten her either. She wants powerful allies, not aspiring enemies. Obvious fighting ambition will be weeded out- she wants to keep that to the deviant minimum caused by the dragons themselves. She has also promised herself that every clutch from now on will not only be kept away from the candidates until hatching day, but those candidates and resulting weyrling will be watched even more closely. While she would hate to lose candidates or weyrlings she would rather they be staked out for thread than to have them threaten her Weyr.
And Fort is her Weyr now.
Birthplace: Ista Weyr
Parents: Mother ???, Former Candidate of Fort; Father ???, Bronzerider
History:
Born in Ista Weyr one would think Devorah’s early life wasn’t anything special, but unlike many her parents were very involved in her life and teaching her the ‘proper’ way of things. She was the product of a mating between a former candidate and a bronzerider, both of whom had been born in Fort Weyr but transferred away for different reasons. Both of her parents taught her the ways of Fort and the way a woman of Fort- goldriders like herself excluded, of course- should behave, both of which were lessons she took to heart.
She found herself not well liked in the creche, but she didn’t care- why should she? She knew who she was and what was proper, so just because these people from Ista didn’t know and couldn’t see it wasn’t her fault. Was it? When she turned twelve, needless to say, the Creche workers were not in the least sad to see her go off to the laundry to work- though it did confuse some. It was just another thing she had gotten from her Fort parents. Woman should only be on golds and golds should only have properly mature riders, so she wouldn’t stand until she was at least 15.
Spending the next three turns folding laundry wasn’t too hard but it was tedious. She put up with it because she had to and it did help her to build connections with the riders she returned the laundry to. The day she turned fifteen she went straight to the Candidate Master and took her right to stand, not a day too soon either as within three days there was a new clutch on the sands with a gold egg shining among them. Rather glad to see the gold egg, as she hadn’t plotted out yet how to avoid hatchings when there wasn’t one, she paid some attention to the classes until the day the humming started.
Wanting all the attention for itself, the gold egg made them all wait until every single other egg had hatched and impressed before finally the little queen broke shell. Devorah managed to stay calm and keep her face a calm blank as the little gold preened for a moment, but as much as she wanted to keep it that way the second that whirling gaze met hers she couldn’t stop herself from grinning. {{None of them know how a gold should be. We will show them Devorah. They will respect Devorah and Frizith.}} The confident tone said it all and set the tone for the next several turns- and life.
Never a well liked pair, the golden pair never let that put them off and it even attracted their two bronze clutchmates to them. Z’vin the younger of the two treated them like something he was entitled to while J’tor treated them as the equals they felt they were. Once restrictions were lifted Z’vin even went so far as to try and corner Devorah, but J’tor intervened and it was the true start of their relationship.
Turns passed and J’tor’s bronze Golaith won a fair number of Frizith flights due not only to Devorah’s preference, but also due to the fact that while plenty of bronzes and browns were willing to chase not many of their riders wanted anywhere near Devorah herself. While the bronzes just didn’t like her attitude, in most cases the browns didn’t like the harsh consequences. The one brown who even *tried* to catch Frizith ended up on point in thread and while no one could prove it, several were sure Devorah had somehow been the cause of it.
After twenty turns of putting up with Devorah and Frizith Ista finally saw the chance they had been looking for, While everyone was trying to avoid sending Fort a queen to replace their (curiously and hastily) dismissed Weyrwoman second, Ista leapt at the chance to sent her, J’tor, Z’vin, and several others to Fort to be rid of them- er, ‘help the still under strength Weyr’. Devorah was rather pleased with her transfer. She was also hoping she could find pawns here to assist in her plotting to force Z’vin into disgrace due to his latest crime, that of his bronze catching her gold and being the sire of Frizith’s recent clutch. It wasn’t to be though...
She got to Fort in time to see how soft the place had become and to have it torn apart by the loss of both of the other golds. Not before its new weakness managed to tear her apart though. One morning she woke in horror to a keening bronze and a dying man instead of the strong one that had comforted her so often. Within minutes J’tor was dead in her arms and the whole Weyr keening. He’d been stolen from her by another one of these ‘accidental’ bites the more old fashioned of Fort’s rider’s had been murmuring with suspicion about.
Her pain, her anger and her demands for something to happen were dismissed. You can’t control nature, they told her. And Devorah fumed and grew bitter at the fallen place the Fort of her dreams had become.
And then... some of that same not-accidental-at-all-as-it-happened nature happened to the rest of them, removing her two bitter rivals. Devorah leapt. Her time had come, and not a moment too soon. If Fort thought there would be debate about her way forward, Fort was wrong.
Devorah grabbed hold of her destiny with two hands and her whole heart. And that heart was colder than ever now, especially as the truth about that night- and the Weyr’s ‘infestation’- became clear. She cracked down quickly on any blatant misbehavior, mourning now not just for the Fort that wasn’t but also for J’tor...
Things might still have at least evened out eventually if not for discovery of the fact that the tunnelsnakes had been brought in for that farfetched ‘plot’. Her lover, her J’tor, her darling, hadn’t been accidentally killed- he had been murdered! By lessers. By no-ones who dared to try and judge someones! She began allowing for the handing out of harsher punishments and turning a blind eye to more unofficial punishments. She was going to make these lessers suffer as she had! And she was done being alone among these treacherous fools. Even Z’vin looked better than she’d ever thought possible- at least she knows where his treacherous claws and backstabbing knives lie. He may have thrust his way yet again to status he doesn’t deserve on her coattails- but for now she’ll hold her tongue. She’ll see who she could trust eventually, she’ll get rid of the oaf eventually- but for now she wants the support of those she trusts implicitly. Her own. And her call has been answered as well.
Fort, like it or not, is going to live up to the Weyr in her dreams. Or else.
~~Pet~~
Pet Name: Dawn
Pet Species: Feline
Gender: Female
Born: 8.22.05.30
Received: 8.22.08.10
Appearance:
This little feline, little more than a kitten right now, will end up being *huge* even for Pern felines (which are about 2 times the size of our cats). When she reaches full maturity (in about 3 to 5 turns) she will easily weigh about, or over, 20 pounds although her full coat will make her big boned frame look even larger. She will also have a fairly long body, so that her weight will be spread across her length in such a way as to not actually look fat or muscular (when you discount the fluffiness of her coat anyway) and instead she will have a sleeker and more feminine look. Big, round, tufted feet serve as 'snow shoes', if they would ever be needed for that. Her large eyes and ears serve to increase sight and hearing. Her relatively long, square muzzle facilitates grasping prey and lapping water from streams and puddles
Even at a mere 5 months of age, it is already apparent that this cat’s coat will be her pride as this kitten already takes great care to keep it clean and groomed. Her glossy coat, which is already heavy looking because of its water-resistant nature, must be felt to appreciate *just* how soft it is. Along the ruff, stomach, and britches the coat is longer while it is shorter along the back and neck. The coat is smooth and a brushing once a sevenday is all that’s needed to keep her coat looking good. She has a long, bushy, plumed tail which she wraps around herself when she curls up to sleep. Her ears are more heavily furred (both inside and on the tips) than many other felines and they have a large range of movement.
So that’s just the coat’s texture, now for the color. She is a mix of a couple of colors, having a cream base color with pale red, light cream, and white swirling striped markings. These swirling stripes look sand-colored or peach-colored rather than orange. Her eyes are a pure pale green color, without hints of other colors in them unlike her mixed coat of pale colors. Apart from the very rare soft meowing that looks like it should come from a *much* smaller cat, she has a distinctive chirping thrill which she uses more often than not.
((Modeled after a Maine Coon cat))
Personality:
While this feline is people-oriented, connecting closely with her person, she is not overly-dependant on her person for attention. Even when she gets older she will want to ‘hang out’ with Devorah (sitting close by, investigating whatever her own is doing ‘helping’ the way a cat does), but she will not pester her owner with overly attention demanding behavior. When she is younger she will prefer sitting in laps, but as she grows she will be perfectly content to sit next to Devorah. This is a relaxed and easy-going feline, perfectly willing to be Devorah’s companion and buddy but *not* her baby, and she will love to play although this female will have an aspect of dignify as she gets older. However unlike most felines she is not a vertically oriented feline, meaning she doesn’t prefer to climb to high places to overlook the room, instead she is a ground-dweller pouncing and grasping toys in her large paws vs. jumping up in the air for them.
How pet was acquired?:
Upon arriving at Fort, with the disappointment at the state of the First Weyr hitting both Devorah and J’tor hard, he decided that he was going to do something that Devorah had only barely hinted at in their most intimate and personal moments. It took a little bit of searching, but he soon found someone with a litter of kittens only a couple months old. He chose the one he wanted, a very delicate white and silvery cream colored female. Then a little over a month later when the kitten was ready to leave their mother J’tor presented the small only 3 pound kitten to his lover. A couple short sevendays later J’tor was killed...leaving only the kitten behind to comfort Devorah.
~~Dragon~~
Dragon Name: Frizith
Color: Gold
Age: 23
Wing: Flash of Gold (Queen's Wing)
Appearance:
While she isn’t a long gold Frizith is a large one. She will never be feminine in appearance, but who says she needs to be? Her hide is a bright gold like a fresh polished ring, and that is even without a fresh coat of oil on her. A splash of paler gold covers her muzzle before it looks like someone used a paintbrush and that splash was dragged down her back until it fades to her normal bright gold color. While she does look more masculine due to her muscle mass she is still well proportioned for the most part. The only thing that truly looks off is her wings, which are long for her, but somehow they make her move more gracefully in the air and look more graceful when she folds them /just so/ on the ground- so she isn’t going to complain.
Personality:
Frizith isn’t a mothering gold. She is a take charge gold. While she will look after her clutches as she should, she doesn’t like the drag and would much rather be on her ledge or the rim watching over the Weyr and its people. In truth if she could she would happily chew firestone and lead the wings, but as she knows she can’t Frizith instead comes down harder on her bronzemate to make sure he is keeping good track of them. Especially now that she is the Senior Queen, the Weyrwoman’s gold and he is her Weyrleader. When on the Hatching Sands getting her to sit still is beyond a task, but she could easily sit for candlemarks watching wingdrills and other such things.
Frizith is one of those dragons who detests talking to any human other than her own and if she could help it she wouldn’t talk to the blues and greens, or the majority of browns, either. Especially now with the fury she and Devorah now hold towards them over the death of J’tor and Goliath. She will talk to who she must, but she prefers to pass messages through a bronze to lessers if she can. And she will probably do her best to deafen you if she can’t.
Weyr of Origin: Ista Weyr
Abilities and weaknesses: She has enough endurance to outdo most other golds. If you ask her she is sure she could beat them all.
Pronunciation:
Character Type: Dragonrider
Rank: Weyrwoman
Political Alignment: The Ista Nostre
Age: 38
Gender: Female
Sexual Preference: Heterosexual
Appearance:
From her time as an Ista goldrider, she has gained not only turns of experience and a lean and fit body, but also a quite stunning deep tan. Her eyes are a brown so deep that it almost looks black, although in certain lights, when you can actually see that they are brown, you might catch just the hint of a lighter gold tone mixed in. What her eyes aren’t, despite the gold tone, is warm or welcoming. With very pretty mid-brown hair, streaked with highlights from the sun at Ista, she keeps the smoothly straight locks right at shoulder length, no shorter or longer, because her hair is convenient at that length and frames her face in a way that pleases her as well as looks good. Her strong jawline, defined and not too-thin eyebrows, and full but rarely smiling lips definitely mark her as someone you don't want to cross...or even look the wrong way at. Or those icy brown eyes will land on you with displeasure in their depths.
Despite her turns as a goldrider, she’s kept her 5’9” frame in the best of shape she could. Her muscles, necessary as a rider, are just hidden by the soft curves in all the right places that makes her oh so very desirable- and she takes great pride in knowing how desired she is making sure to have the nicest clothing possible that show off her body in the way she wants. And even as the turns have been kind to her body, keeping it firm and well toned, they have also been kind to her face in that her skin lacks the wrinkles, scars, and blemishes that any other nearly 40 turn women would have...but that’s the perks of being a goldrider!
Personality:
It would be hard to find a woman more set in her way and traditions. She is partner to a gold and that makes her word law as far as she is concerned and she will bow to none when it comes to that, at least not anymore. Before the deaths she would have bowed to the Weyrwoman if she had to, but she is the Weyrwoman now. She has the last say on all things as she sees it- so beware Fort bronzers who think golds are there as pretty puppets.
The damage her parent’s home has suffered from such a weak Weyrwoman is more than greatly upsetting, this is not how things should be! Women are not meant to be on blues and greens and should never be encouraged in seeking them; they are not to be vulgar fighters and should not be patted on the head. If they get there by dragon choice, they are there to be worked to the bone usefully along with their deviant, odd dragons. Blues and greens, even with male riders, should not be given so much freedom- they are meant to remember their place and stay in it like good lessers should. Fort today is all a mess and one she is determined to fix.
Devorah is hard and uncompromising, determined and utterly self-confident. Some will call her psychotic, but that’s their wishful thinking. There’s nothing wrong with Devorah’s mind, alas, save that she knows it and trusts herself and her ways. After the news came to light that the death of her lover- the man who should have been sharing this triumph with her- was caused by lessers she has started to come down even harder on them- and on the wishy washy rankers who let this happen! She has cracked down on brats who decide to craft for a while before becoming candidates - after all it is their kind who are part of the problem. What dedication to being a rider does that show? She wants strong girls for gold, of course, not the wishy washy breed Fort’s had recently, but their ambitions had best not threaten her either. She wants powerful allies, not aspiring enemies. Obvious fighting ambition will be weeded out- she wants to keep that to the deviant minimum caused by the dragons themselves. She has also promised herself that every clutch from now on will not only be kept away from the candidates until hatching day, but those candidates and resulting weyrling will be watched even more closely. While she would hate to lose candidates or weyrlings she would rather they be staked out for thread than to have them threaten her Weyr.
And Fort is her Weyr now.
Birthplace: Ista Weyr
Parents: Mother ???, Former Candidate of Fort; Father ???, Bronzerider
History:
Born in Ista Weyr one would think Devorah’s early life wasn’t anything special, but unlike many her parents were very involved in her life and teaching her the ‘proper’ way of things. She was the product of a mating between a former candidate and a bronzerider, both of whom had been born in Fort Weyr but transferred away for different reasons. Both of her parents taught her the ways of Fort and the way a woman of Fort- goldriders like herself excluded, of course- should behave, both of which were lessons she took to heart.
She found herself not well liked in the creche, but she didn’t care- why should she? She knew who she was and what was proper, so just because these people from Ista didn’t know and couldn’t see it wasn’t her fault. Was it? When she turned twelve, needless to say, the Creche workers were not in the least sad to see her go off to the laundry to work- though it did confuse some. It was just another thing she had gotten from her Fort parents. Woman should only be on golds and golds should only have properly mature riders, so she wouldn’t stand until she was at least 15.
Spending the next three turns folding laundry wasn’t too hard but it was tedious. She put up with it because she had to and it did help her to build connections with the riders she returned the laundry to. The day she turned fifteen she went straight to the Candidate Master and took her right to stand, not a day too soon either as within three days there was a new clutch on the sands with a gold egg shining among them. Rather glad to see the gold egg, as she hadn’t plotted out yet how to avoid hatchings when there wasn’t one, she paid some attention to the classes until the day the humming started.
Wanting all the attention for itself, the gold egg made them all wait until every single other egg had hatched and impressed before finally the little queen broke shell. Devorah managed to stay calm and keep her face a calm blank as the little gold preened for a moment, but as much as she wanted to keep it that way the second that whirling gaze met hers she couldn’t stop herself from grinning. {{None of them know how a gold should be. We will show them Devorah. They will respect Devorah and Frizith.}} The confident tone said it all and set the tone for the next several turns- and life.
Never a well liked pair, the golden pair never let that put them off and it even attracted their two bronze clutchmates to them. Z’vin the younger of the two treated them like something he was entitled to while J’tor treated them as the equals they felt they were. Once restrictions were lifted Z’vin even went so far as to try and corner Devorah, but J’tor intervened and it was the true start of their relationship.
Turns passed and J’tor’s bronze Golaith won a fair number of Frizith flights due not only to Devorah’s preference, but also due to the fact that while plenty of bronzes and browns were willing to chase not many of their riders wanted anywhere near Devorah herself. While the bronzes just didn’t like her attitude, in most cases the browns didn’t like the harsh consequences. The one brown who even *tried* to catch Frizith ended up on point in thread and while no one could prove it, several were sure Devorah had somehow been the cause of it.
After twenty turns of putting up with Devorah and Frizith Ista finally saw the chance they had been looking for, While everyone was trying to avoid sending Fort a queen to replace their (curiously and hastily) dismissed Weyrwoman second, Ista leapt at the chance to sent her, J’tor, Z’vin, and several others to Fort to be rid of them- er, ‘help the still under strength Weyr’. Devorah was rather pleased with her transfer. She was also hoping she could find pawns here to assist in her plotting to force Z’vin into disgrace due to his latest crime, that of his bronze catching her gold and being the sire of Frizith’s recent clutch. It wasn’t to be though...
She got to Fort in time to see how soft the place had become and to have it torn apart by the loss of both of the other golds. Not before its new weakness managed to tear her apart though. One morning she woke in horror to a keening bronze and a dying man instead of the strong one that had comforted her so often. Within minutes J’tor was dead in her arms and the whole Weyr keening. He’d been stolen from her by another one of these ‘accidental’ bites the more old fashioned of Fort’s rider’s had been murmuring with suspicion about.
Her pain, her anger and her demands for something to happen were dismissed. You can’t control nature, they told her. And Devorah fumed and grew bitter at the fallen place the Fort of her dreams had become.
And then... some of that same not-accidental-at-all-as-it-happened nature happened to the rest of them, removing her two bitter rivals. Devorah leapt. Her time had come, and not a moment too soon. If Fort thought there would be debate about her way forward, Fort was wrong.
Devorah grabbed hold of her destiny with two hands and her whole heart. And that heart was colder than ever now, especially as the truth about that night- and the Weyr’s ‘infestation’- became clear. She cracked down quickly on any blatant misbehavior, mourning now not just for the Fort that wasn’t but also for J’tor...
Things might still have at least evened out eventually if not for discovery of the fact that the tunnelsnakes had been brought in for that farfetched ‘plot’. Her lover, her J’tor, her darling, hadn’t been accidentally killed- he had been murdered! By lessers. By no-ones who dared to try and judge someones! She began allowing for the handing out of harsher punishments and turning a blind eye to more unofficial punishments. She was going to make these lessers suffer as she had! And she was done being alone among these treacherous fools. Even Z’vin looked better than she’d ever thought possible- at least she knows where his treacherous claws and backstabbing knives lie. He may have thrust his way yet again to status he doesn’t deserve on her coattails- but for now she’ll hold her tongue. She’ll see who she could trust eventually, she’ll get rid of the oaf eventually- but for now she wants the support of those she trusts implicitly. Her own. And her call has been answered as well.
Fort, like it or not, is going to live up to the Weyr in her dreams. Or else.
~~Pet~~
Pet Name: Dawn
Pet Species: Feline
Gender: Female
Born: 8.22.05.30
Received: 8.22.08.10
Appearance:
This little feline, little more than a kitten right now, will end up being *huge* even for Pern felines (which are about 2 times the size of our cats). When she reaches full maturity (in about 3 to 5 turns) she will easily weigh about, or over, 20 pounds although her full coat will make her big boned frame look even larger. She will also have a fairly long body, so that her weight will be spread across her length in such a way as to not actually look fat or muscular (when you discount the fluffiness of her coat anyway) and instead she will have a sleeker and more feminine look. Big, round, tufted feet serve as 'snow shoes', if they would ever be needed for that. Her large eyes and ears serve to increase sight and hearing. Her relatively long, square muzzle facilitates grasping prey and lapping water from streams and puddles
Even at a mere 5 months of age, it is already apparent that this cat’s coat will be her pride as this kitten already takes great care to keep it clean and groomed. Her glossy coat, which is already heavy looking because of its water-resistant nature, must be felt to appreciate *just* how soft it is. Along the ruff, stomach, and britches the coat is longer while it is shorter along the back and neck. The coat is smooth and a brushing once a sevenday is all that’s needed to keep her coat looking good. She has a long, bushy, plumed tail which she wraps around herself when she curls up to sleep. Her ears are more heavily furred (both inside and on the tips) than many other felines and they have a large range of movement.
So that’s just the coat’s texture, now for the color. She is a mix of a couple of colors, having a cream base color with pale red, light cream, and white swirling striped markings. These swirling stripes look sand-colored or peach-colored rather than orange. Her eyes are a pure pale green color, without hints of other colors in them unlike her mixed coat of pale colors. Apart from the very rare soft meowing that looks like it should come from a *much* smaller cat, she has a distinctive chirping thrill which she uses more often than not.
((Modeled after a Maine Coon cat))
Personality:
While this feline is people-oriented, connecting closely with her person, she is not overly-dependant on her person for attention. Even when she gets older she will want to ‘hang out’ with Devorah (sitting close by, investigating whatever her own is doing ‘helping’ the way a cat does), but she will not pester her owner with overly attention demanding behavior. When she is younger she will prefer sitting in laps, but as she grows she will be perfectly content to sit next to Devorah. This is a relaxed and easy-going feline, perfectly willing to be Devorah’s companion and buddy but *not* her baby, and she will love to play although this female will have an aspect of dignify as she gets older. However unlike most felines she is not a vertically oriented feline, meaning she doesn’t prefer to climb to high places to overlook the room, instead she is a ground-dweller pouncing and grasping toys in her large paws vs. jumping up in the air for them.
How pet was acquired?:
Upon arriving at Fort, with the disappointment at the state of the First Weyr hitting both Devorah and J’tor hard, he decided that he was going to do something that Devorah had only barely hinted at in their most intimate and personal moments. It took a little bit of searching, but he soon found someone with a litter of kittens only a couple months old. He chose the one he wanted, a very delicate white and silvery cream colored female. Then a little over a month later when the kitten was ready to leave their mother J’tor presented the small only 3 pound kitten to his lover. A couple short sevendays later J’tor was killed...leaving only the kitten behind to comfort Devorah.
~~Dragon~~
Dragon Name: Frizith
Color: Gold
Age: 23
Wing: Flash of Gold (Queen's Wing)
Appearance:
While she isn’t a long gold Frizith is a large one. She will never be feminine in appearance, but who says she needs to be? Her hide is a bright gold like a fresh polished ring, and that is even without a fresh coat of oil on her. A splash of paler gold covers her muzzle before it looks like someone used a paintbrush and that splash was dragged down her back until it fades to her normal bright gold color. While she does look more masculine due to her muscle mass she is still well proportioned for the most part. The only thing that truly looks off is her wings, which are long for her, but somehow they make her move more gracefully in the air and look more graceful when she folds them /just so/ on the ground- so she isn’t going to complain.
Personality:
Frizith isn’t a mothering gold. She is a take charge gold. While she will look after her clutches as she should, she doesn’t like the drag and would much rather be on her ledge or the rim watching over the Weyr and its people. In truth if she could she would happily chew firestone and lead the wings, but as she knows she can’t Frizith instead comes down harder on her bronzemate to make sure he is keeping good track of them. Especially now that she is the Senior Queen, the Weyrwoman’s gold and he is her Weyrleader. When on the Hatching Sands getting her to sit still is beyond a task, but she could easily sit for candlemarks watching wingdrills and other such things.
Frizith is one of those dragons who detests talking to any human other than her own and if she could help it she wouldn’t talk to the blues and greens, or the majority of browns, either. Especially now with the fury she and Devorah now hold towards them over the death of J’tor and Goliath. She will talk to who she must, but she prefers to pass messages through a bronze to lessers if she can. And she will probably do her best to deafen you if she can’t.
Weyr of Origin: Ista Weyr
Abilities and weaknesses: She has enough endurance to outdo most other golds. If you ask her she is sure she could beat them all.