Post by katgod on Sept 4, 2008 20:55:52 GMT -6
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Character Info:
Name: Laszreen
Age: 28
Gender: female
Rank: Junior Weyrwoman
Family:
Father- Lormun (62) Minor Holder (Losun Hold). Wants to take over the Bitran Lordship.
Mother- Zais (55) wife of Lormun, helps run the hold.
Losa- died at age 19
Karein died at 17
Mairu died at age 10
Zanun died at age 12
Lomir died at age 11
Weyrmate: J’var of Bronze Ionuth
Children:
Laszvar- (5) son of J’var, Weyrbrat @ Igen Weyr
Janivreen- (2) daughter of J’var, Weyrbrat @ Igen Weyr
Appearance:
The young woman retains a sense of pride, even in the way she looks. Her hair is dark, curly and long. (For now anyway) With her mother’s fair skin and her father’s unnerving gaze, Laszreen looks like a paradox. Her eyes belie a depth and understanding of the world that would be seen in someone older, while her youth shows through every other part of her. Her body has its curves. While she isn’t as well rounded as many women she does have a maiden’s body. Her slight waist is not anything to be surprised about.
Laszreen trains a lot. Just because she isn’t a fighting dragon rider, doesn’t mean she does not do her best to stay fit. She is muscular, though not so much so that anyone would think her masculine. Her body moves with a warrior’s grace, or at least her mother says so. She doesn’t think of herself as a great beauty, in fact she would rather not be seen as one. Many would call her cute. How she loathes that particular word. Actually she would be considered petite by anyone’s standards. She stands a little under 5’3” and doesn’t weigh more than 120lbs. Her hair is more often than not pulled up and away from her oval face. Though she pretends not to care about how she looks, she doesn’t want to look like a common drudge.
Laszreen doesn’t want for anything and only once has she had less than what she felt she deserved and that was as a Candidate. Her clothes are made from the finest materials and of the best dyes. Many of the gowns she is forced to wear are in light colors whereas Laszreen would much prefer pants and a tunic or at least a gown with a deep red or blue. Any of those colors would be fine with her skin tone. Her riding leathers are one of her most favorite outfits.
Personality:
Laszreen was born a middle child. Her family large at first began to dwindle in number as she grew. Though the deaths of all of her siblings has made her suspicious of the one man who was present when they all died, her father, she has learned to trust no one. She is her father’s tool and her mother’s doll. Being used constantly for their machinations to take over the Bitran Lordship has not improved her opinion of people. Her life to this point has been dictated to her. She no longer fears her own death in light of the fact that her parents need her to continue their diminished line.
Her idea of a good day would be training, riding or studying something unusual. Games are a waste of time, as are pets. Anything to distract her from her goals was a waste. She doesn’t want nor does she need friends. There’s nothing she hates more than a deceiver and a liar. Gossipers aren’t on her good list either. Not only was gossip rarely true but it almost always was spread to manipulate a situation.
Cold and often cruel with her words, Laszreen is seen as a person with no feeling. This isn’t completely true. She hides what is inside her as if her feelings would be seen as weak. She has cried twice her entire life. One of those times was the day she was born. Her thoughts on males aren’t that great either. The only real relationship, friendly or otherwise, she has had has been with J’var. In public she may act as if he means nothing to her but she can be insanely jealous on the inside. The reason for having no friends was that it required trust and Laszreen was not one to trust easily.
Laszreen was born into a well off, well connected family. Thus she not only comes of as cold and demanding but as arrogant too. She does in fact think herself better than many other people. Her ego has been fed by her families continued success in becoming closer to the Lord and Lady Holder and then her impression of Gold Elfreth. The fact that she is one of two Goldriders going to this new Weyr has done little to assuage her haughty behavior.
Truth, something she will always tell, often has a bad affect on people. It seems most people can not handle the truth. She doesn’t much care how others think of her at this age. The young woman has no reason to care. Everything above this line is meaningless in comparison to her fearlessness. (If you don’t care about people you have nothing to lose.) She is never afraid. Life is fleeting, she isn’t scared to die. She doesn’t fear for anyone because she doesn’t care for anyone. She is embittered with the world she was born to. Laszreen has surpassed her family’s expectations for her life in a way that makes them uncomfortable. Now that Thread fall has come, they have to respect her and her kind.
History:
Laszreen was born to a wealthy minor holder and his wife. He is cousin to Lord Haydrin and constantly informs his daughter of this fact. From the day she was born she was a pawn in her father’s game to one day be successor to the Bitran Lordship. Though she was permitted to be a baby, by the age of four the little girl had no choice but to do as her parents bid her do. She never was allowed a doll or anything that resembled a play thing. By the time she was seven, she could ride a runner with the best of Ladies and play at swordsmanship with her older siblings. It was apparent from an early age that she was a fast learner, if a bit quiet and reserved.
She was a well rounded pupil. The Harpers that were hired to train the children were also specifically to challenge their thinking skills. They were never to bring up dragon riders or the possibility of Threads return. Much like the Lord Holder they firmly believed that dragons had outlived their purpose and there was no point in bringing it up. Laszreen understood politics well, though she had trouble with things like basic healing knowledge of herbs, she did grasp other things such as economics and geography. Though not as fast a reader as her father, she soon became better at retaining information that she read. Records of their family’s holding were important to her.
While she and her siblings were busy with days filled with studying, etiquette and of course helping their parents run the holding, they still found time to enjoy each other’s company. Nothing too fun, but they had discussions and shared their secrets with each other. Sadly her closest sibling, Mairu, died when Laszreen was nine, in a strange accident. Mairu had been riding her own young mare, when their father’s stallion “escaped” from him, causing the mare to spook. Mairu fell over the front of the runner and her neck snapped. There really was nothing anyone could do. Laszreen did not cry for her sister. She never cried. Her other siblings were supportive though it seemed to them a little piece of her had died too. She became more cautious of whom she entrusted her secrets to.
There wasn’t much her father and mother wouldn’t do to gain a closer position to the Lord Holder. Even if it meant making themselves victims of fate. The next turn, both Laszreen’s older sisters became ill. Deathly so. Laszreen wasn’t allowed near them, nor were her younger brothers. When she did get a chance to sneak in and see them, she didn’t think they were as ill as her father had said. They were ashen faced and dehydrated. What else, she could not tell. Laszreen had never been good at healing stuff. That was always the other girl’s strongpoint. She’d prefer riding or sword fighting with her brothers or discussing politics even reading old dried up records. Something seemed very wrong about this situation but she was only ten and could not understand the complexity of what was happening. Both of her sisters died the next morning. She did not cry for them.
After her strife of the two turns prior, Laszreen became detached from most people. Her parents noted her coldness and could only guess at her reasons. It was apparent that she was stronger than either of her brother’s more mentally than physically. They were younger than she was. It was understandable. The boys stuck together most of the time but looked up to Laszreen and followed her around some. The pair, though adorable, were almost always in trouble of one kind or another. She often found herself laughing at their antics. They were her best friends and though they might not have taken life as seriously as she did, they lived with the mindset that life wasn’t going to last forever and probably not even till tomorrow.
Laszreen’s life was that of a minor holder’s daughter, being raised in an unusual fashion for a woman. She knew this much. At thirteen she was more and more conscious of how she was different from other girls her age. She was allowed a freedom she didn’t know she had and instantly thanked her parents for all their training, in her mind. It was then that she decided to forgive them for the deaths of her siblings. In the pit of her stomach, she knew her father was involved but now she wasn’t so sure. After this day she spoke more openly with them and became a bit more like the daughter she ought to have been all along, though her father rather liked her as a quiet, distanced young girl. This loving nature that came out, well, he didn’t want a big happy family. He wanted an heir that didn’t get attached to other people. Other people let you down. The only person you could count on was yourself.
The next turn her brothers disappeared. A couple days later they were found, dead. Cause of death? Drowned. Apparently the boys had been swimming and rough housing and had died in the water. This story was too much for her. Both boys were fair swimmers and would never have hurt one another. After the funeral, her father presented her a gift. The small, chest shaped box opened without a sound. Inside it lay a dagger, with the gems from her sibling’s hold rings embedded in the handle. She looked down at her own hand where an identical one sat, deep emerald with an L in the middle and a faint B beside it. The gift meant something more than her father had said.
She was her father’s protégé. She was his heir because she had passed all his scrutiny and his tests. Not because her siblings weren’t good but because they weren’t as good as she was. She was the reason they were dead. All five of them. For the second time in her entire life she cried. The tears were soft and warm. They were nearly invisible. She didn’t cry much, only a few tears and then she made herself a vow.
If it was the last thing she did, she was getting away from her gilded cage. She would make her own life. Easier said than done for a fourteen year old; Laszreen plotted and waited. She let her parents haul her around to Gathers and such. All the while, she acted the part they wanted her to play. Her smiles no longer existed. She kept any and all her thoughts, secrets and plots to herself. It was while she was standing at the Bitra Gather that a dragonrider approached her from Igen. The greenrider was obviously not interested in women the way that other riders would be, so she trusted he wasn’t telling her anything that could be construed as disrespectful. “I’m not on Search but my dragon has taken a great deal of interest in you. Ever thought of maybe, becoming a Weyrwoman?”
While her countenance was still very cold and haughty she answered him, “I have not. My parents say dragons are parasites and have outlived their purpose. They would never let me…” She stopped herself. Of course they wouldn’t. A spark in her eyes said everything, she would go to the Weyr if they wanted her. She had every intention of impressing a Gold there and showing her parents just how powerful she could be without them. She needed no one, only herself, to get what she wanted.
The Weyr turned out to be different than she thought it would be. Laszreen had to learn a hard lesson in humility and working with lower class people. She was not at all prepared for that kind of world. Shortly after arriving the Candidate got into several fights, one of which was for a very good reason. The boy and her will never be on good terms. Laszreen also befriended two people, Larissa and J'var.
While Laszreen would never admit it out loud, the girl has a crush on J'var and probably will for quite some time. They are rather similair beings. Loathe to call anyone her equal she finds it is hard not to see him that way, even if he is the one with higher rank at the time.
When Ionuth flew Saharth the Weyr wondered how good the clutch could possibly be from such a young dragon. The clutch proved that they were a good pairing. Saharth had at long last laid a Gold Egg. The weyr of course was overjoyed as was Laszreen. During her Candidacy, she found that she had been given most the knowledge she needed to understandthe workings of the Weyr. She had grown up a diplomat and things as a Gold rider were rather similair. There were times that she doubted she would impress, especially directly after her interview with Jenafa.
The Gold rider wounded her pride a little and made her rethink some things about her life. That didn't mean she had changed anything but she had considered the things that were said to her. As she was fuming, J'var found her. He took her to his weyr to cool down and as she told him what had been said he became maddeningly jealous but not of Jenafa. He went on to tell her how he felt about her, pretty much pouring his heart out and next thing she knew he was kissing her. What happened next was kept between the two of them and Ionuth of course. Laszreen did have a reputation to keep, after all.
When Hatching day came she found Jenafa's advice to be helpful. So it was that Laszreen arrived at her first Hatching. Having never come to the Weyr for one before and certainly never having the opportunity to stand, she felt confident. Even as she watched the little Gold rampage and kill at least one girl, she remained confident in herself. And so it was that cold brown eyes met swirling blue ones. Oh Laszreen! The clear voice rang out in one candidate's mind. Your Elfreth will never betray you. Will you love your Elfreth? The Gold had her tail curled around her new found life mate. While Laszreen had no trouble believing the Gold had chosen her she had a hard time realizing how tough being a Goldrider was going to be.
Weyrling training began slowly, starting with basic care of dragons and telepathy lessons. The pair was decent though it was very clear; Elfreth was the clumsiest dragon in her clutch, if not in the entire Weyr. Laszreen insisted that it was due to her being a larger dragon and having to grow more. During her Weyrling Training, the Weyrling master obviously made her his pet student. This angered her classmates but Laszreen had always considered herself above them. If she wasn’t already ahead of everyone she would strive to be the first to answer any question and also the best dragon rider she could be. Though Elfreth had a clumsy time as a dragonet when the Gold matured, she took to the skies like fish to the sea. Flying for the first time was exhilarating to say the least. Laszreen found herself at a loss for words when they finally landed. Elfreth was a smooth flier and easily one of the best at following exact instructions. Whether she was the best flier was debatable but to Laszreen she most certainly was.
Their first mating flight, ahhh what memories. The young Elfreth woke with fury in her eyes, she was hungry but not just for anything…red meat is what called to her. Laszreen was awake already and felt her own body craving the pulsing warm blood of a beast. At once she felt hot and cold, distant and near. This was not a normal day. The Gold and her rider made their way to the Feeding Grounds. Laszreen had not gone so far into her dragon’s mind to not remember what she must do. “Blood only.” Laszreen said firmly. Her petite body silhouetted against the dawn sky as the dragon blooded her beasts.
It was only as Laszreen felt her dragon finish that she noticed the men standing around her. Who were they? Why were they so close? HOW DARED THEY BLOCK HER PATH! She was free to fly as high and as far as she wanted! Laszreen’s mind melded with her Elfreth, who quickly took to the skies and with her mind voice booming she added; I will fly higher and faster than any of you. My freedom awaits me and you are nothing to it at all. So chase all you like, there is only one winner here and that is me!
Elfreth was small and fast, more fast than most Golds due to her size. This made her a tricky one to catch. When she was finally tricked into being caught, the Bronze was Ionuth. Laszreen had her favorite person in her bed once more and she could freely speak to Elfreth her feelings on the man after that. J’var and Ionuth flew Elfreth three more times before the two had a falling out. When she rose in her fifth mating flight, Laszreen and J’var weren’t talking let alone sleeping together. They fought often but this was different. This was much more painful. J’var wouldn’t even attempt to fly her because he didn’t want her to have the option of not choosing him.
As Junior Weyrwoman, she did fly and she did choose someone who was stable and good for the Weyr though not necessarily someone she would be sharing quarters with anytime soon. He was a nice enough guy but that was it. That was the problem. She thought of him as weak, beneath her and altogether lowly. No matter that he was young, strong and handsome… he wasn’t J’var. For the next few months, Laszreen ignored most people, throwing herself into her duties and doting on Elfreth. She didn’t think about the Hatching too often, it was going to be fine. Elfreth had a laid an unimpressive number of eggs but all were healthy.
She and J’var somehow ended up talking one day at a meeting. An odd place to rekindle a romance yet, they seemed to be talking back and forth at the meeting ignoring the other people in the room so much so that the other riders simply began leaving one by one. It wasn’t soon after that they were completely together again and this time, they considered themselves to be weyrmates. In the long scheme of things it made sense. Laszreen was never completely happy without him. That turn brought another surprise for Laszreen, that was her first pregnancy. If the Weyr had thought her cold and unfeeling before, Laszreen pregnant was another whole ball game. She would pretty much lash out at anyone for doing anything remotely stupid. The Gold rider mellowed after her Laszvar was born; A cute bouncing baby boy who despite his father’s good looks, took after his mother.
The Weyrs were facing more and more trouble as Pern continued to have plagues and epidemics. The population deteriorating and Thread’s sudden return made dragon riding a hard life. There were not enough dragons to protect Pern in her time of most need. Not only were there not enough dragons but people as well. Laszreen did what she could under the instruction of Jenafa. The senior had been spying on Telgar some and knew they were up to something. Igen would not act on this for some time but rather keep an eye on their sly neighbors.
Laszreen’s baby girl was born in 1065 and named Janivreen. No one would doubt who the father of this little girl was. She not only looked like her father but she acted like him. Sadly, like her brother she had to be fostered. As much as Laszreen loved her own children, she loved the Weyr more and had to let them go at a certain age. Thankfully J’var had asked his sweet sister, Larissa to take care of them. Lara was kind and gentle, certainly a good influence and a good mother.
Knowing that the children were in her care, made Laszreen rest easier. Something that was harder to do with the news of Telgar creating another Weyr back in time. Jenafa and Laszreen being the cunning women they are decided to blackmail Telgar Weyr. That was when it was decided that Laszreen and a select few from Igen would be going to this new Southern Weyr back in time.
The Plot thickens- A New Start
Dragon Info:
Name:
Elfreth
Age: 13
Color:
Gold
Appearance:
Elfreth is a small Gold in comparison to others, though probably not the smallest Queen ever recorded. Her hide is a pale Gold, lighter than any Gold dragon on Pern right now. This makes her easy to distinguish. Dark gold spots are found only on her tail which makes her a more fascinating Gold. Because of her smaller stature, she is a faster flier. The Queen's body is sleek and built for a speed that other Golds may lack.
Even for a Gold, on the ground Elfreth is clumsy, this may be due to her small stature, or her genes. Whatever the case may be she more than makes up for it in the air.
Personality:
Elfreth is lacking in sensitivity, or as some like to call her, brash. She is patronizing especially when it comes to green and blue dragons, though she has been known to be patronizing to Bronzes and browns as well. The dragons she prefers to spend her time around are Bronzes and browns. After all they have the mental capacity to keep up with her brilliance. Besides, she likes being the center of attention and will keep it that way with gossiping about other Bronzes and browns.
The young gold more than makes up for her small size with her big ego. All her life she has been given whatever she wanted and she doesn't expect that to stop. If she wants it, why shouldn't she have it? That said, she believes the same should be true for her beloved Laszreen. Though her rider often insists that not everyone gets what they want, when they want it. Knowing Laszreen though, she'll have it eventually anyway.
Only a Gold with no ego would be soft shelled. Elfreth is confident in everything she does. This confidence can be mistaken for arrogance and pride at times. She has no self image problems. Her reasoning, she is perfect, duh!
History:
Another Green burst forth, and with little ado, found her W'mego, and with that soft Impression over, the biggest of the eggs burst.
And a little Queen tumbled out, fury clear in her eyes, and desperation in her heart.
The Queen seemed vastly displeased with the candidates offered to her. Ripping through a Keroonian girl who Jenafa hadn't though much of, she snarled. It seemed as though her mother's legacy of violence was shining through on her Golden daughter, though Saharth's sons and greens had been mild. The next candidate, one with long golden tresses didn't inspire the same hatred. That didn't mean she would be allowed to remain unscathed. Tripping slightly as she attempted to move on, her wing tip shot out, slicing the girls face, and her claws used the girls leg to balance, ripping through muscle.
With out much thought, the Gold moved on.
Already her body was drying, and it was apparent how beautiful she was going to be. She was by far the lightest colored Queen the Weyr had ever produced; taking after her mother, but without the obnoxious shade of Saharth. She was gracefully proportioned, and while she would obviously take after her mother's size, there was general glee at having such a beautiful Queen roaming the hatching sands, even if she had just crippled or killed her fourth girl.
And then, for the Queen at least, time seemed to stand still.
Oh Laszreen! The clear voice rang out in one candidate's mind. Your Elfreth will never betray you. Will you love your Elfreth? And the white Gold had her tail curling up next to her Rider, her beloved, and the newest Junior Weyrwoman of Igen, the proud Weyr it was.
After impression, her Weyrling turns were spent learning from Saharth and Jenafa, as well as the Weyrlingmaster. She was not the best flier in her class but Laszreen made perfectly sure that it wasn’t from lack of practicing. The pair took up the Junior Weyrwoman position as if born into it, when the time came. They only had on one or two occasions rubbed Jenafa the wrong way. These times probably had to do with open flights and Ionuth.
At any rate, the Gold developed into the smallest Gold on Pern at the time. She was known for her delicate beauty and as such took full advantage. It got her to where she was now, possible leader of a new Weyr in the south.
Clutch:
Saharth's Eighth, by Ionuth
Hatching Order:
Ninth
Wing:
Queenrider's Wing
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Character Info:
Name: Laszreen
Age: 28
Gender: female
Rank: Junior Weyrwoman
Family:
Father- Lormun (62) Minor Holder (Losun Hold). Wants to take over the Bitran Lordship.
Mother- Zais (55) wife of Lormun, helps run the hold.
Losa- died at age 19
Karein died at 17
Mairu died at age 10
Zanun died at age 12
Lomir died at age 11
Weyrmate: J’var of Bronze Ionuth
Children:
Laszvar- (5) son of J’var, Weyrbrat @ Igen Weyr
Janivreen- (2) daughter of J’var, Weyrbrat @ Igen Weyr
Appearance:
The young woman retains a sense of pride, even in the way she looks. Her hair is dark, curly and long. (For now anyway) With her mother’s fair skin and her father’s unnerving gaze, Laszreen looks like a paradox. Her eyes belie a depth and understanding of the world that would be seen in someone older, while her youth shows through every other part of her. Her body has its curves. While she isn’t as well rounded as many women she does have a maiden’s body. Her slight waist is not anything to be surprised about.
Laszreen trains a lot. Just because she isn’t a fighting dragon rider, doesn’t mean she does not do her best to stay fit. She is muscular, though not so much so that anyone would think her masculine. Her body moves with a warrior’s grace, or at least her mother says so. She doesn’t think of herself as a great beauty, in fact she would rather not be seen as one. Many would call her cute. How she loathes that particular word. Actually she would be considered petite by anyone’s standards. She stands a little under 5’3” and doesn’t weigh more than 120lbs. Her hair is more often than not pulled up and away from her oval face. Though she pretends not to care about how she looks, she doesn’t want to look like a common drudge.
Laszreen doesn’t want for anything and only once has she had less than what she felt she deserved and that was as a Candidate. Her clothes are made from the finest materials and of the best dyes. Many of the gowns she is forced to wear are in light colors whereas Laszreen would much prefer pants and a tunic or at least a gown with a deep red or blue. Any of those colors would be fine with her skin tone. Her riding leathers are one of her most favorite outfits.
Personality:
Laszreen was born a middle child. Her family large at first began to dwindle in number as she grew. Though the deaths of all of her siblings has made her suspicious of the one man who was present when they all died, her father, she has learned to trust no one. She is her father’s tool and her mother’s doll. Being used constantly for their machinations to take over the Bitran Lordship has not improved her opinion of people. Her life to this point has been dictated to her. She no longer fears her own death in light of the fact that her parents need her to continue their diminished line.
Her idea of a good day would be training, riding or studying something unusual. Games are a waste of time, as are pets. Anything to distract her from her goals was a waste. She doesn’t want nor does she need friends. There’s nothing she hates more than a deceiver and a liar. Gossipers aren’t on her good list either. Not only was gossip rarely true but it almost always was spread to manipulate a situation.
Cold and often cruel with her words, Laszreen is seen as a person with no feeling. This isn’t completely true. She hides what is inside her as if her feelings would be seen as weak. She has cried twice her entire life. One of those times was the day she was born. Her thoughts on males aren’t that great either. The only real relationship, friendly or otherwise, she has had has been with J’var. In public she may act as if he means nothing to her but she can be insanely jealous on the inside. The reason for having no friends was that it required trust and Laszreen was not one to trust easily.
Laszreen was born into a well off, well connected family. Thus she not only comes of as cold and demanding but as arrogant too. She does in fact think herself better than many other people. Her ego has been fed by her families continued success in becoming closer to the Lord and Lady Holder and then her impression of Gold Elfreth. The fact that she is one of two Goldriders going to this new Weyr has done little to assuage her haughty behavior.
Truth, something she will always tell, often has a bad affect on people. It seems most people can not handle the truth. She doesn’t much care how others think of her at this age. The young woman has no reason to care. Everything above this line is meaningless in comparison to her fearlessness. (If you don’t care about people you have nothing to lose.) She is never afraid. Life is fleeting, she isn’t scared to die. She doesn’t fear for anyone because she doesn’t care for anyone. She is embittered with the world she was born to. Laszreen has surpassed her family’s expectations for her life in a way that makes them uncomfortable. Now that Thread fall has come, they have to respect her and her kind.
History:
Laszreen was born to a wealthy minor holder and his wife. He is cousin to Lord Haydrin and constantly informs his daughter of this fact. From the day she was born she was a pawn in her father’s game to one day be successor to the Bitran Lordship. Though she was permitted to be a baby, by the age of four the little girl had no choice but to do as her parents bid her do. She never was allowed a doll or anything that resembled a play thing. By the time she was seven, she could ride a runner with the best of Ladies and play at swordsmanship with her older siblings. It was apparent from an early age that she was a fast learner, if a bit quiet and reserved.
She was a well rounded pupil. The Harpers that were hired to train the children were also specifically to challenge their thinking skills. They were never to bring up dragon riders or the possibility of Threads return. Much like the Lord Holder they firmly believed that dragons had outlived their purpose and there was no point in bringing it up. Laszreen understood politics well, though she had trouble with things like basic healing knowledge of herbs, she did grasp other things such as economics and geography. Though not as fast a reader as her father, she soon became better at retaining information that she read. Records of their family’s holding were important to her.
While she and her siblings were busy with days filled with studying, etiquette and of course helping their parents run the holding, they still found time to enjoy each other’s company. Nothing too fun, but they had discussions and shared their secrets with each other. Sadly her closest sibling, Mairu, died when Laszreen was nine, in a strange accident. Mairu had been riding her own young mare, when their father’s stallion “escaped” from him, causing the mare to spook. Mairu fell over the front of the runner and her neck snapped. There really was nothing anyone could do. Laszreen did not cry for her sister. She never cried. Her other siblings were supportive though it seemed to them a little piece of her had died too. She became more cautious of whom she entrusted her secrets to.
There wasn’t much her father and mother wouldn’t do to gain a closer position to the Lord Holder. Even if it meant making themselves victims of fate. The next turn, both Laszreen’s older sisters became ill. Deathly so. Laszreen wasn’t allowed near them, nor were her younger brothers. When she did get a chance to sneak in and see them, she didn’t think they were as ill as her father had said. They were ashen faced and dehydrated. What else, she could not tell. Laszreen had never been good at healing stuff. That was always the other girl’s strongpoint. She’d prefer riding or sword fighting with her brothers or discussing politics even reading old dried up records. Something seemed very wrong about this situation but she was only ten and could not understand the complexity of what was happening. Both of her sisters died the next morning. She did not cry for them.
After her strife of the two turns prior, Laszreen became detached from most people. Her parents noted her coldness and could only guess at her reasons. It was apparent that she was stronger than either of her brother’s more mentally than physically. They were younger than she was. It was understandable. The boys stuck together most of the time but looked up to Laszreen and followed her around some. The pair, though adorable, were almost always in trouble of one kind or another. She often found herself laughing at their antics. They were her best friends and though they might not have taken life as seriously as she did, they lived with the mindset that life wasn’t going to last forever and probably not even till tomorrow.
Laszreen’s life was that of a minor holder’s daughter, being raised in an unusual fashion for a woman. She knew this much. At thirteen she was more and more conscious of how she was different from other girls her age. She was allowed a freedom she didn’t know she had and instantly thanked her parents for all their training, in her mind. It was then that she decided to forgive them for the deaths of her siblings. In the pit of her stomach, she knew her father was involved but now she wasn’t so sure. After this day she spoke more openly with them and became a bit more like the daughter she ought to have been all along, though her father rather liked her as a quiet, distanced young girl. This loving nature that came out, well, he didn’t want a big happy family. He wanted an heir that didn’t get attached to other people. Other people let you down. The only person you could count on was yourself.
The next turn her brothers disappeared. A couple days later they were found, dead. Cause of death? Drowned. Apparently the boys had been swimming and rough housing and had died in the water. This story was too much for her. Both boys were fair swimmers and would never have hurt one another. After the funeral, her father presented her a gift. The small, chest shaped box opened without a sound. Inside it lay a dagger, with the gems from her sibling’s hold rings embedded in the handle. She looked down at her own hand where an identical one sat, deep emerald with an L in the middle and a faint B beside it. The gift meant something more than her father had said.
She was her father’s protégé. She was his heir because she had passed all his scrutiny and his tests. Not because her siblings weren’t good but because they weren’t as good as she was. She was the reason they were dead. All five of them. For the second time in her entire life she cried. The tears were soft and warm. They were nearly invisible. She didn’t cry much, only a few tears and then she made herself a vow.
If it was the last thing she did, she was getting away from her gilded cage. She would make her own life. Easier said than done for a fourteen year old; Laszreen plotted and waited. She let her parents haul her around to Gathers and such. All the while, she acted the part they wanted her to play. Her smiles no longer existed. She kept any and all her thoughts, secrets and plots to herself. It was while she was standing at the Bitra Gather that a dragonrider approached her from Igen. The greenrider was obviously not interested in women the way that other riders would be, so she trusted he wasn’t telling her anything that could be construed as disrespectful. “I’m not on Search but my dragon has taken a great deal of interest in you. Ever thought of maybe, becoming a Weyrwoman?”
While her countenance was still very cold and haughty she answered him, “I have not. My parents say dragons are parasites and have outlived their purpose. They would never let me…” She stopped herself. Of course they wouldn’t. A spark in her eyes said everything, she would go to the Weyr if they wanted her. She had every intention of impressing a Gold there and showing her parents just how powerful she could be without them. She needed no one, only herself, to get what she wanted.
The Weyr turned out to be different than she thought it would be. Laszreen had to learn a hard lesson in humility and working with lower class people. She was not at all prepared for that kind of world. Shortly after arriving the Candidate got into several fights, one of which was for a very good reason. The boy and her will never be on good terms. Laszreen also befriended two people, Larissa and J'var.
While Laszreen would never admit it out loud, the girl has a crush on J'var and probably will for quite some time. They are rather similair beings. Loathe to call anyone her equal she finds it is hard not to see him that way, even if he is the one with higher rank at the time.
When Ionuth flew Saharth the Weyr wondered how good the clutch could possibly be from such a young dragon. The clutch proved that they were a good pairing. Saharth had at long last laid a Gold Egg. The weyr of course was overjoyed as was Laszreen. During her Candidacy, she found that she had been given most the knowledge she needed to understandthe workings of the Weyr. She had grown up a diplomat and things as a Gold rider were rather similair. There were times that she doubted she would impress, especially directly after her interview with Jenafa.
The Gold rider wounded her pride a little and made her rethink some things about her life. That didn't mean she had changed anything but she had considered the things that were said to her. As she was fuming, J'var found her. He took her to his weyr to cool down and as she told him what had been said he became maddeningly jealous but not of Jenafa. He went on to tell her how he felt about her, pretty much pouring his heart out and next thing she knew he was kissing her. What happened next was kept between the two of them and Ionuth of course. Laszreen did have a reputation to keep, after all.
When Hatching day came she found Jenafa's advice to be helpful. So it was that Laszreen arrived at her first Hatching. Having never come to the Weyr for one before and certainly never having the opportunity to stand, she felt confident. Even as she watched the little Gold rampage and kill at least one girl, she remained confident in herself. And so it was that cold brown eyes met swirling blue ones. Oh Laszreen! The clear voice rang out in one candidate's mind. Your Elfreth will never betray you. Will you love your Elfreth? The Gold had her tail curled around her new found life mate. While Laszreen had no trouble believing the Gold had chosen her she had a hard time realizing how tough being a Goldrider was going to be.
Weyrling training began slowly, starting with basic care of dragons and telepathy lessons. The pair was decent though it was very clear; Elfreth was the clumsiest dragon in her clutch, if not in the entire Weyr. Laszreen insisted that it was due to her being a larger dragon and having to grow more. During her Weyrling Training, the Weyrling master obviously made her his pet student. This angered her classmates but Laszreen had always considered herself above them. If she wasn’t already ahead of everyone she would strive to be the first to answer any question and also the best dragon rider she could be. Though Elfreth had a clumsy time as a dragonet when the Gold matured, she took to the skies like fish to the sea. Flying for the first time was exhilarating to say the least. Laszreen found herself at a loss for words when they finally landed. Elfreth was a smooth flier and easily one of the best at following exact instructions. Whether she was the best flier was debatable but to Laszreen she most certainly was.
Their first mating flight, ahhh what memories. The young Elfreth woke with fury in her eyes, she was hungry but not just for anything…red meat is what called to her. Laszreen was awake already and felt her own body craving the pulsing warm blood of a beast. At once she felt hot and cold, distant and near. This was not a normal day. The Gold and her rider made their way to the Feeding Grounds. Laszreen had not gone so far into her dragon’s mind to not remember what she must do. “Blood only.” Laszreen said firmly. Her petite body silhouetted against the dawn sky as the dragon blooded her beasts.
It was only as Laszreen felt her dragon finish that she noticed the men standing around her. Who were they? Why were they so close? HOW DARED THEY BLOCK HER PATH! She was free to fly as high and as far as she wanted! Laszreen’s mind melded with her Elfreth, who quickly took to the skies and with her mind voice booming she added; I will fly higher and faster than any of you. My freedom awaits me and you are nothing to it at all. So chase all you like, there is only one winner here and that is me!
Elfreth was small and fast, more fast than most Golds due to her size. This made her a tricky one to catch. When she was finally tricked into being caught, the Bronze was Ionuth. Laszreen had her favorite person in her bed once more and she could freely speak to Elfreth her feelings on the man after that. J’var and Ionuth flew Elfreth three more times before the two had a falling out. When she rose in her fifth mating flight, Laszreen and J’var weren’t talking let alone sleeping together. They fought often but this was different. This was much more painful. J’var wouldn’t even attempt to fly her because he didn’t want her to have the option of not choosing him.
As Junior Weyrwoman, she did fly and she did choose someone who was stable and good for the Weyr though not necessarily someone she would be sharing quarters with anytime soon. He was a nice enough guy but that was it. That was the problem. She thought of him as weak, beneath her and altogether lowly. No matter that he was young, strong and handsome… he wasn’t J’var. For the next few months, Laszreen ignored most people, throwing herself into her duties and doting on Elfreth. She didn’t think about the Hatching too often, it was going to be fine. Elfreth had a laid an unimpressive number of eggs but all were healthy.
She and J’var somehow ended up talking one day at a meeting. An odd place to rekindle a romance yet, they seemed to be talking back and forth at the meeting ignoring the other people in the room so much so that the other riders simply began leaving one by one. It wasn’t soon after that they were completely together again and this time, they considered themselves to be weyrmates. In the long scheme of things it made sense. Laszreen was never completely happy without him. That turn brought another surprise for Laszreen, that was her first pregnancy. If the Weyr had thought her cold and unfeeling before, Laszreen pregnant was another whole ball game. She would pretty much lash out at anyone for doing anything remotely stupid. The Gold rider mellowed after her Laszvar was born; A cute bouncing baby boy who despite his father’s good looks, took after his mother.
The Weyrs were facing more and more trouble as Pern continued to have plagues and epidemics. The population deteriorating and Thread’s sudden return made dragon riding a hard life. There were not enough dragons to protect Pern in her time of most need. Not only were there not enough dragons but people as well. Laszreen did what she could under the instruction of Jenafa. The senior had been spying on Telgar some and knew they were up to something. Igen would not act on this for some time but rather keep an eye on their sly neighbors.
Laszreen’s baby girl was born in 1065 and named Janivreen. No one would doubt who the father of this little girl was. She not only looked like her father but she acted like him. Sadly, like her brother she had to be fostered. As much as Laszreen loved her own children, she loved the Weyr more and had to let them go at a certain age. Thankfully J’var had asked his sweet sister, Larissa to take care of them. Lara was kind and gentle, certainly a good influence and a good mother.
Knowing that the children were in her care, made Laszreen rest easier. Something that was harder to do with the news of Telgar creating another Weyr back in time. Jenafa and Laszreen being the cunning women they are decided to blackmail Telgar Weyr. That was when it was decided that Laszreen and a select few from Igen would be going to this new Southern Weyr back in time.
The Plot thickens- A New Start
Dragon Info:
Name:
Elfreth
Age: 13
Color:
Gold
Appearance:
Elfreth is a small Gold in comparison to others, though probably not the smallest Queen ever recorded. Her hide is a pale Gold, lighter than any Gold dragon on Pern right now. This makes her easy to distinguish. Dark gold spots are found only on her tail which makes her a more fascinating Gold. Because of her smaller stature, she is a faster flier. The Queen's body is sleek and built for a speed that other Golds may lack.
Even for a Gold, on the ground Elfreth is clumsy, this may be due to her small stature, or her genes. Whatever the case may be she more than makes up for it in the air.
Personality:
Elfreth is lacking in sensitivity, or as some like to call her, brash. She is patronizing especially when it comes to green and blue dragons, though she has been known to be patronizing to Bronzes and browns as well. The dragons she prefers to spend her time around are Bronzes and browns. After all they have the mental capacity to keep up with her brilliance. Besides, she likes being the center of attention and will keep it that way with gossiping about other Bronzes and browns.
The young gold more than makes up for her small size with her big ego. All her life she has been given whatever she wanted and she doesn't expect that to stop. If she wants it, why shouldn't she have it? That said, she believes the same should be true for her beloved Laszreen. Though her rider often insists that not everyone gets what they want, when they want it. Knowing Laszreen though, she'll have it eventually anyway.
Only a Gold with no ego would be soft shelled. Elfreth is confident in everything she does. This confidence can be mistaken for arrogance and pride at times. She has no self image problems. Her reasoning, she is perfect, duh!
History:
Another Green burst forth, and with little ado, found her W'mego, and with that soft Impression over, the biggest of the eggs burst.
And a little Queen tumbled out, fury clear in her eyes, and desperation in her heart.
The Queen seemed vastly displeased with the candidates offered to her. Ripping through a Keroonian girl who Jenafa hadn't though much of, she snarled. It seemed as though her mother's legacy of violence was shining through on her Golden daughter, though Saharth's sons and greens had been mild. The next candidate, one with long golden tresses didn't inspire the same hatred. That didn't mean she would be allowed to remain unscathed. Tripping slightly as she attempted to move on, her wing tip shot out, slicing the girls face, and her claws used the girls leg to balance, ripping through muscle.
With out much thought, the Gold moved on.
Already her body was drying, and it was apparent how beautiful she was going to be. She was by far the lightest colored Queen the Weyr had ever produced; taking after her mother, but without the obnoxious shade of Saharth. She was gracefully proportioned, and while she would obviously take after her mother's size, there was general glee at having such a beautiful Queen roaming the hatching sands, even if she had just crippled or killed her fourth girl.
And then, for the Queen at least, time seemed to stand still.
Oh Laszreen! The clear voice rang out in one candidate's mind. Your Elfreth will never betray you. Will you love your Elfreth? And the white Gold had her tail curling up next to her Rider, her beloved, and the newest Junior Weyrwoman of Igen, the proud Weyr it was.
After impression, her Weyrling turns were spent learning from Saharth and Jenafa, as well as the Weyrlingmaster. She was not the best flier in her class but Laszreen made perfectly sure that it wasn’t from lack of practicing. The pair took up the Junior Weyrwoman position as if born into it, when the time came. They only had on one or two occasions rubbed Jenafa the wrong way. These times probably had to do with open flights and Ionuth.
At any rate, the Gold developed into the smallest Gold on Pern at the time. She was known for her delicate beauty and as such took full advantage. It got her to where she was now, possible leader of a new Weyr in the south.
Clutch:
Saharth's Eighth, by Ionuth
Hatching Order:
Ninth
Wing:
Queenrider's Wing
