Description
The first thing about this young lady's appearance that might catch one's attention is her eyes. Though narrow, they're a surprisingly bright and clear shade of blue. Her face is long with very defined, high cheekbones and a nose that has a somewhat curvy bridge before coming to a pointed end. Her lips are just a bit thin and her top teeth aren't perfectly straight, but overall they fit with the structure of her face. Usually her long, curling locks of voluminous honey golden hair fall just past her shoulder blades, but today she's put it up in the back in a very messy bun. It seems her hair can't be tamed: her bangs fall just over part of her right eye. She stands at about 5'7" with a slender body that has gentle curves in a few places.
Today Ariadne is wearing a simple, creamy white tunic with trousers that are dark tan in color. She also wears chocolate brown boots with a matching belt. Around her neck is a raindrop-shaped glass pendant hanging from a leather lace, and trapped inside the glass is a small, vibrant purple bloom. A weyrling knot is placed on her shoulder with a thread of green for her lifemate.
History
Ariadne was born and raised at Ista Weyr, the daughter of a stablehand and a woman who worked in the kitchens. Generally she was a carefree child who rarely got into trouble, and when she did find herself being punished it was usually for something mild (ie pulling someone's hair, breaking some decoration, getting dirt everywhere, etc.). When she reached about ten turns of age she started sneaking away from her parents and her nannies to go hide in the weyrgardens. She was very passionate about plants, and dedicated most of her time to pulling weeds and learning about which plants grew which things from patient and amused groundskeepers.
By the time Ari was old enough to work, she immediately took to groundskeeping. Like anyone, she made a few mistakes in the beginning, but soon she was spending so much time in the garden that a small handful of people had thought that she left the Weyr! She made sure to learn well, turning herself into a very hard-working perfectionist almost to the point of arrogance in some cases. Oftentimes she would tell others, "No no no, you aren't doing this correctly! If you plant it here, this other herb can't grow!" Even at fifteen turns she was trying to take control. She spent much of her free time tending to the grounds and such, but every now and again she would be found curled up somewhere quiet with a book, scrubbing dirt off of herself in the baths, or sketching out plans in the living cavern during a meal.
After a bit of time, she was Searched as a candidate to stand for Ellamariseth and Zaqalekth's clutch. While nothing about her candidacy was out of the ordinary, she did end up making a few friends; one of which was Cenlia, a fellow gardener, who Ari became very close to. When the hatchlings were ready to break out of their eggy prisons, Ariadne and her fellow candidates served as dragon bait on the hot, black sands. There, she was Impressed to green Persiphonath, and now she is fulfilling her duties as a weyrling at Ista Weyr.
Family
| Name | Relation | Location | Position |
|---|---|---|---|
| Daphne | Mother | Ista Weyr | Baker |
| Aric | Father | Ista Weyr | Stablehand |
Dragon
Flowers In Her Footsteps Green Persiphonath
Deepest green is draped over the sleek, sinuous body of this dragon like a burial shroud that's been sewn from the sunless depths of the jungle's belly. A bright blossom of palest seafoam green — luminous-seeming against the shadowed dark of her narrow muzzle — blooms upon her forehead and spreads petals over high eyeridges, bringing light to her wide, eager eyes. Tendrils of that lighter green twist and twine between her neckridges, spilling out onto the twilight darkness of her wings and flourishing there in brilliant array. Tangled and hung upon her wingspars, those vines and florets of pallid jade soon wither and die at her haunches, crumbling into a fine mist that swirls along the length of her tail to end in a sigh of celadon at the very ends. A shadowy ethereal being in appearance and in movement, she seems anchored to the ground— and reality — only by the solid, darkened agate of her talons.
