Description
Dark, almond-shaped eyes stare out from an ovular, pale face, accentuated by her creamy complexion and shapely 'brows. Vesvesris isn't exactly what one would call the most beautiful person on Pern, but she's still pleasing to look upon, with wavy, shoulder-length auburn hair and a slender, graceful physique. Openly candid, her visage, once the innocent, clean face of a child, has settled into something more womanly that places her age somewhere around 25 Turns. Standing at approximately 5'5" tall, she's of a small, almost average stature, with slim limbs and petite hands. Although it's usually hidden to some extent by her garments, she does possess some feminine curvature - or perhaps the birth of her second and third child have left her a bit rounder and a little more plump than before.
A long-sleeved, gray shirt accomodates for the cooler weather in the Istan region, appearing to have been buttoned over a thinner, equally gray-hued tank top. The hem just fits over the waistline of a pair of dark, midnight-blue pants, whose legs extend all the way down to her ankles. Casual brown shoes cover her feet, slightly careworn, but still serviceable.
Strands of orange, black, and brown fit snugly atop her left shoulder, looped in the simple arrangement denoting her position as an Istan brownrider.
History
Hatchings usually result in some form of drunken revelry by those who are able to participate in such. Candidates who have been left standing drown their sorrows in wine. Full riders who witness the new bondings happily imbibe with little restraint. And other folk who are present gladly imbibe right along with them. Such was the case with Journeyman Harper Gustavand after he attended an Istan Hatching, ending up in the arms of a lower caverns woman that night. He returned to Harper Hall the next morning, and never saw her again.
Sves grew up happily enough in the caverns of Ista Weyr, quickly finding a liking for doing chores that permitted her to be out by the beaches, as opposed to the ones that forced her to remain indoors. She discovered as she grew, however, that sadly, she didn't tan quite as easily as most people. Unlike some of the other girls, she could sit out in the sun for hours - and walk back inside with nary a golden sheen to her skin. Instead, she burnt. And peeled. And burnt some more.
In between chores and spending time in the Istan sun, Vesvesris spent as much as time as she could around the Istan Weyrsinger. From an early age, she enjoyed listening to others sing, and secretly aspired to someday become a Harper. She took on a position with the resort at Ista, working as a waitress in the Sable Sands. She became the official business partner of Tilla, and began to scheme up ways to start up an adventure cruise.
Then, L'ton's Dhonzayth decided that she'd make a good Candidate for the clutch hardening on the sands, and after much surprise, she agreed to take on that age-old honor. Chores and moons came and went, and after confronting a Hatching from the other side of the railing for the first time, Sves, much to her surprise, found herself suddenly feeding an insistent Odeleth. And so it was that near her seventeenth Turnday, she and the brown entered weyrlinghood.
Weyrlinghood was filled with new experiences and lessons, for both halves of the dragonpair. Between lessons and caring for Odeleth, Vesvesris found herself gradually getting a crush on L'ton. A little brown dragon didn't take to this very well, and it took the better part of a Turn for Odeleth to get over the majority of his possessive streak whenever Dhonzayth's rider was around. After L'ton asked her to weyrmate him - a surprising move on the part of a man quite popular with the ladies who previously showed no signs of ever wanting to settle down - it seemed that the brownrider's future was happily assured. Several unforeseen circumstances briefly seemed to obscure the couple's happiness - all of them revolving in some way around a mating flight - and helped to dispel a bit of Sris's naivete. Success was ensured in Odeleth's first flight when he caught green Nakueath, and both he and his rider were well on their way to growing into their own.
But Odeleth had ideas of his own for someone else's success - his rider's. To this day, Vesvesris still isn't quite sure how it happened, but ended up trading in her brand new shoulderknot of a wingrider for the more-knotted one of an Assistant Weyrlingmaster. She didn't exactly feel that she would be the right person to join the Weyrleader's wing - policing just wasn't really her thing. She would have done well in Weyr relations, but she was sure that people would talk if she was tapped by L'ton. With Odeleth's prompting and a little time to consider the idea, staying on in the weyrling wing to teach the new generations of riders didn't sound so bad.
A little over a Turn later, she found herself summoned to Lisle's office shortly after dawn. L'ton had answered a similar summons recently, and the brownrider wasn't sure what to expect. The Istan Weyrwoman, it turned out, was on a quest for a Weyrlingmaster to teach her new junior's incoming clutch of weyrlings, and she had decided that Vesvesris was the most appropriate choice. And so, after some discussion, Sves underwent another shoulderknot change, this time receiving the one-and-a-half looped one of the Istan Weyrlingmaster.
Within that very same day, Sris had become Ista's new Weyrlingmaster, and learned from the healers that she was indeed with child. She began to experience rapid shifts in moods, thanks to the sudden influx of hormones, and as if that weren't enough, she almost renounced her agreement to be L'ton's weyrmate. Almost. Psylenith was never supposed to rise and leave Pi stranded in her and L'ton's weyr, but she did. Odeleth was never supposed to catch her, but he did. The brownrider reconciled with her weyrmate about a sevenday after the flight, but things between her and Pi remained, well, awkward, afterwards.
And then, Teloriith decided to rise. Dhonzayth decided to chase. And Vesvesris watched as Jeriah's lifemate laid a fine clutch upon the sands, and candidates began to pour in. Her doubts and misgivings about her abilities to teach and guide these young people, most around her age, grew steadily, as did the new life that swelled within her. Before she had time to sit down and try to take it all in, the clutch was hatched, impressed, and now under her tutelage in the weyrling barracks. Furthermore, just as she was beginning to grow more accustomed to giving lessons, she found herself welcoming her first-born into the world, a healthy son whom she and L'ton named Zsriston, in keeping with his family's tradition.
And life continued on happily for the next four turns, despite Sris having a gradual lack of having quality time with her family. Still, she managed to have two more children by L'ton - a boy and a girl. Eventually, it all came to a head when she removed her knot, cast her gaze frantically about for someone who had experience with teaching weyrlings, and deposited it in front of O'ren, Nivaath's rider, newly transferred from Igen Weyr. Shifting her duties to transport, she joined a different wing, enjoying the freedom and the constant travel that the new position afforded.
But not all was sunshine and roses in paradise. After meeting R'miel, bronze Arinith's, a womanizer who was probably worse than her own L'ton, the crux of her difficulties with her weyrmate's flirtatious habits came to the fore once she found out that he had, in fact, been with R'miel's weyrmate - and this guy was supposed to be his friend. Angry, hurt and upset one time too many by the knowledge that he'd gone from a flight at Xanadu to the goldrider's arms at Ierne (never mind that he went there only to talk), she flew home and confronted Dhonzayth's rider about - everything. Every injury that she'd felt for the past eight turns, every night that he didn't come back, every pretty woman that he stopped to flirt with, every pitying look that she'd gotten from folks when they found out who her weyrmate was. Deciding that time and space would be best for them both, Vesvesris took her belongings and left, re-settling in a vacant weyr on the other end of the bowl. For the first time in eight turns, she found herself single - and at a loss as to what to do next.
Family
| Name | Relation | Location | Position |
|---|---|---|---|
| L'ton | Ex-Weyrmate | Ista Weyr | Weyrsecond on bronze Dhonzayth |
| Zipalla | Stepdaughter | Ista Weyr | Resident |
| Zsriston | Son | Ista Weyr | Weyrbrat |
| Zvelton | Son | Ista Weyr | Weyrbrat |
| Zerissa | Daughter | Ista Weyr | Weyrbrat |
| Laennys | Mother | Ista Weyr | Caverns Worker |
| Gustavand | Father | Harper Hall | Journeyman |
Firelizards
Blue Paratus, Green Arbore, and Brown Ramus
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Dragon
Brown Odeleth
The creamy richness of molten dark chocolate smothers the smooth expanse of this dragon's hide. His coloration lacks uniformity, the hue of the liquid 'gold' visibly lightening as it spreads upwards, a multitude of wavelets, dancing along the points of this handsome male's form. Finely formed headknobs are tinted by warm toffee shades while eyeridges are delicately enlightened with bronze flames, contrasting the darkened cocoa hues present along the rest of his smooth head. A sudden splash of paler, milky brown drips over a tapered muzzle, blending away into the darkness. Glimmering toffee highlights emphasize his lean and muscular form, melting down his limbs to near black talons, while the same pale hue brushes like carefully laid decoration along his underside. Wings are a chocolate caramel, sails sturdy and braced with dark spars, coloration darkening near his body. Luscious milk cocoa spills a sweet flow along his spine, covering the ridges along his back, silkily pooling at the tip of his lean tail.
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