Description
Dark brown lays flat atop her head, but as it drifts down towards her shoulders, it starts to curl in light waves and comes to rest just slightly below shoulder level. Her dark eyebrows are a little on the heavy side and show signs of being plucked, An edge just a little too neat to be natural, and maybe a few spots that were slightly over plucked. Her nose is slightly small in comparison to her round face, but seem s to fit well with her thin lips. She's a few inches or so over five feet, and though not fat, she does have some flesh to her bodied in the form of a well padded chest and hips.
A long flaxen skirt hangs down to her ankles, covering up much of the boots that are worn on her feet. A long sleeved white cotton shirt is buttoned up to just below the neckline, leaving a bit of flesh showing along the hollow of her throught. White embroidery adorns the front of the shirt as well as on the cuffs, the white on white technique giving it a slightly elegant look.
A small circle made of glass shines brightly as the light passes through sending a kaleidoscope of color onto her very clothes. The token is of the clearest emerald tones, a dragon curled up and sleeping well with tail tip touching nose and cradled within the circle is yet another small sphere beneath the dragon's chin of brilliant rosy hues brought on by a liquid held inside. Looping through this lovely ornament is a twist-woven cord of harper blue that allows it to hang from her neck.
She is also wearing a silver locket that is hanging on a green ribbon through a loop at the top. On the outside the words 'To Tasha' engraved in cursive on the front of it.
History
Her life started in Sattle Hold where she was born into a fairly large family, and with more on the way after her. So she was settled somewhere in between amongst seven brothers and five sisters, only about three being full-relations. Her mother was her fathers third wife, one having just upped and left him and the other dying during a storm at sea. So far her mother seems to be holding her own, but often times she's threatened to leave him herself. Not for any lack of love, for all his faults she does love him, but for his high-handed ways, his drinking and the worst, his gambling.
Tasha learned early on to show a dislike for gambling, for her mother could go on a tirade that lasts for days, but in truth she always found it quite interesting. Least where the runners were concerned, cards and dice she hardly had an eye for. Many a time, she would join the boys in betting on the draft races that they would hold from time to time and soon gained a bit of an eye for it. Least among their own hold breed, she wasn't always as succesful with other breeds.
Enjoying the drafts themselves, she took to hanging around the stables to help out when she could and as years went on she found herself helping more and more with their care and even involving erself in their work as she went with on trips into Tillek itself with supplies. She certainly didn't mind for it gave her a fair amount of time to spend with the boys.
When she wasn't out working or traveling, her mother occupied her time with teaching her to knit and sew, but gardening failed to come easily, more often then not what she planted tended to whither and die or just grow weakly, her mothers green thumb she did not have. Unfortunately, this didn't amount to enough time in her mother's eyes, so it was decided to send her off to her aunt's who lived up at the Weyr in hopes that she could discipline her a little bit better in the ways of becoming a good wife.
Family
| Name | Relation | Location | Position |
|---|---|---|---|
| Delina | Mother | Sattle Hold | Resident |
| Hobart | Father | Sattle Hold | Resident |
| Taraisha | Daughter | Ista Weyr | Weyrbrat |
| Shadion | Son | Ista Weyr | Weyrbrat |
Firelizards
Blue Cian
Bright, sparkling shades of blue that seem to highlight as oppose to shadow. From head to tail it's as if he's been cut from a precious stone by an experts hands, from his angular head, to his long, whip like tail. Rivers of shimmering color flow across his wing-sails, splashing them with bursts of color with no sense of order. Cerulean hues glisten along his neck, deepening only slightly as it takes on a pearly sheen along his chest. Upon closer inspection, the sheen seems to be faint striations of pearly-white, lines that form something almost akin to a star, six of them that cross over each other and then fade back into blue.
Green Hanakaze
A hint of buttery yellow seeps though the smooth lime-colored hide of this firelizard, making its mark primarily across her petite, knobby snout. Following over her head knobs and down her neck comes a light speckling of periwinkle blue. Creamy rose tinges mark her sails where they meet the dainty spars, the rest of her wings bearing a rich grassy green. She's a round bodied, if tiny flit. Each delicate foot ends in a dark blue-green talon to match the smear on her tail's tip.
Green Tam
Intense shades of green shadow along her verdant muzzle and eye ridges, the dark tones uninterrupted until further down her long, slim neck, where lighter veins of mellower greens begin to move down across prominent, bony shoulders. These muted veins of lighter greens branch and multiply across her back, gentle striations and patterns causing an overall color fade, and the veins begin to cross again and again, creating an interwoven pattern that looks oddly like scales, only in reverse colors. Instead of light scales with darker, shadowed edges, she is marked by darker scale-patterns and outlined in lighter, and the impression of scales only intensifies and becomes clearer farther down her back and tail. Across her delicate wings, the lighter veins do not cross as often, widening and spreading out to follow the lines of bones and wind sails, sweeping out to mimic the overall shape of powerful wings.
Dragon
One With the Jungle Green Akhelamath
The essence of the jungle appears smelted into this dainty malachite lady, swaddling her like new blooms on a vivid rolling meadow. Light and dark sprinkle randomly over her back and cast a mottling of pale lime and holly, as though branches were casting shadows across her hide. Faint whorls of sun-kissed moss touch at her cheeks, flowing along her delicate muzzle and down her svelte neck. Soft viridian brushes her thin forearms, splashing into pools at her feet, obscuring any brightness that may have been there. Bright yellow-green blossoms across her chest, draping across her belly and under her tail before fading into the leafy foliage of the spaded tip. Pure light falls from her shoulders in the form of her wings, their color almost twice as intense as the rest of her petite body. A faint bit of light through her thin wing sails causes them to almost glow, like rays of sun shining through the veined surface of a leaf.
