Post by pandoraMisfit on Aug 30, 2011 21:26:02 GMT -5
~ Ereldia ~
Weyr: Black Sands
Rank: Candidate
Nickname: Rel
Pronunciation: Eh-rell-dee-a
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual, no set preference – whoever comes along basically.
Age: 20 Turns
Family:
Father – Keldar
Mother – Erai
Elder Sister - Dela
Younger Brother – Kelai
Younger Sister - Nari
Birthplace: Black Sands Weyr
Appearance:This young woman can best be described in a single word – voluptuous. Her body is curvaceous, her lips pouty and her hair bouffant. In spite of the hard work she can sometimes put herself through, Ereldia has a very womanly figure; almost a perfect hourglass. Her hips are her widest point, measuring in at an ample 42”. Most of this is her backside rather than the distance between her hip-bones and this is one of her best assets. Round and curvy, Ereldia has the derriere every woman should have. It is not some scrawny little thing that barely sticks out, but rather it provides her with soft cushioning with a bit extra. The curvature of her spine accentuates this all the more, as rather than being poker-straight, it curves gently in at stomach level. She isn’t exactly tiny-waisted at 31”, but it is a good difference between both her bust and hips, which goes far in giving her that hourglass look. To level out the width of her hips, Ereldia’s bust measures in at a lovely 36DD. This of course draws a lot of male attention. And to flaunt this, she intentionally wears low-cut tops that show off ‘the girls’ to great advantage.
Measuring in at 5’7”, Ereldia isn’t the tallest girl in the pack, but she more than makes up for this by exuding confidence and sensuality. Most of this height is taken up by her legs, which she keeps toned to perfection. As the old saying goes, she has legs that go all the way up. Although she dislikes trousers, she knows that sometimes it can be a good thing to wear the odd pair of wher-hides every now and again – skin tight and curve hugging, she knows they can be a powerful pulling tool. Usually she shows off these pins by wearing skirts – any length will do, so long as it can conveniently slip to the side when she sits down. Her arms aren’t particularly muscular, but neither are they willow thin. They travel down to long fingered hands that sport perfectly manicured nails. Even with all the work she puts in around the weyr, Ereldia somehow manages to keep her nails looking immaculate. They aren’t too long, but are filed to perfect crescents, with just enough white tip showing for them to be feminine.
Her skin is a glorious bronze hue, a combination of her heritage and also her birthplaces proximity to the southern continent. If she were ever to move to the southern continent, she would probably darken up a little as she isn’t prone to burning, but the pigment in her skin doesn’t take too heavy a tan either. Her cheeks always seem flushed a deep shade of rose, but whether this is due to exertion or natural colouring, nobody is quite sure. Perhaps it is probably because she pinches her cheeks regularly to bring out the colour, prideful thing that she is. At any rate, she absolutely detest being pale and if she thinks that her tan is beginning to slip, it’s off to the beaches to sunbathe – often in the nude -until she is satisfied with herself again. As you can probably begin to tell, Ereldia’s looks are very important to her.
Often described as cat-like, this girl’s eyes are the main feature of her face. This feline appearance is aided by the fact that they are slightly turned up at the outer corners, and are definitively almond shaped. They are set slightly wider apart than average, and although the eye itself is not larger than average to compensate for this, somehow it works for this girl. Further enhancing their allure, Ereldia’s eyes are framed with luxuriously dark and long lashes, the kind that are only usually achievable through multiple layers of volumising mascara. Her eyelids are always shaded with some form of kohl, usually deep greys or even as dark as black itself. This offsets the sparkling colour of her eyes very well, and helps to further draw attention. The colour of the iris itself is somewhat n debate for a lot of people. From a distance, they look a light brown colour, although when you draw closer, you begin to see green more dominantly. This is because her eyes are a mixture of the both – an olive green base overlaid with a brown star that radiates from the pupil to the edge of her iris, all of this being framed with a dark ring around the edge. The size of her pupil is a key factor in what colour her eyes appear. When the pupil is relaxed, the brown becomes the dominant colour as the colour surrounding said pupil meets the dark rim of the iris and they merge into a deep brown hue. When the pupil is contracted, the green begins to show itself more clearly. It isn’t a shocking green, but more the kind you have to pay close attention to, to be able to distinguish it from its brown counterpart.
The rest of her face, at least to the woman herself, is a vision of loveliness, unmarred by any imperfection. She has a strong profile that is augmented by a very Greek type of nose – it is very straight along the bridge to the tip, and also quite narrow until it comes down to the nostrils. These are a little wider than normal, but remain in proportion to her face. Unusually, her left nostril is pierced. When asked why she did something so drastic, her reply is that the adornment makes her feel like more of an individual, and that she likes the look of it. Her lips are very full, a pout to be envied. The lower lip is much larger than the upper. Her mouth is a little less wide than is normal, but this makes it all the easier for her to pull off a disarming pout. Far from making her lips look puckered, this quality gives the illusion of them being much more full and sensuous. They are a glossy pink hue, highlighted by the fact that Ereldia applies tinted salve to them quite regularly. The overall shape of her face is that of an inverted triangle, with her forehead being much wider than her chin. To stop her forehead from appearing too broad, Ereldia has adopted a hairstyle with a sweeping fringe.
Naturally wavy, Ereldia loves her hair too much to ever cut it shorter than bust length. Yes, she knows it would be a lot easier to crop it close like some other women do, but she just adores the feel of the tresses too much to part with them. As previously stated, she has a sweeping side fringe that disguises the shape of her face. It isn’t long enough to obscure her eyes of course; such a thing would be a travesty! Instead it merely sweeps down to her eyebrows, with a few strands falling into her vision every now and again. Overall, the lovely locks are a dark chocolate colour, striated with brighter russets and deep coffee browns. She takes very good care of her hair, brushing it at least twice daily, and keeping it conditioned within an inch of its life. Very rarely will a strand ever look out of place. To stop it blowing every which way, Ereldia ties a strip of ribbon just above her fringe and underneath the rest of her hair. This helps to keep it from whipping her in the face, but doesn’t constrict it so much as a runner tail would. She is proud of the volume her hair has, and tying it back into a severe hairstyle would just downplay this quality she admires so much. The strip of ribbon often matches a colour in her outfit, as she plans everything about her appearance very carefully.
Her favourite colours for clothing are rich hues such as deep indigoes and violets, although she likes most colours of the rainbow. Well, as long as they are in a lavish fabric that is. Rather than spending any money she gets for gathers on sweets and amusements, Ereldia will hoard it away until such a time that she can afford the most sumptuous fabric she can find. A sucker for heavy velvets and soft silks, Ereldia is very much a fan of expensive clothes. Of course she only owns one or two outfits made from these materials due to the expense, and also the impracticality of them. Where she a lord holder’s daughter, she would have delighted in the dresses and gowns that go with the title, but unfortunately for her, she was born a weyrbrats and so normally has to make do with practical linens and cottons.
Personality:Ereldia is fiery in more ways than one; she is known to be very energetic with a passion for competition. She is always striving to be better than the men in the weyr, whether it be for stamina, speed or strength – the girl will push herself to be the best she can be. This competitive streak is coupled with a confidence that immediately identifies her to any rider who might have heard of her ‘reputation’. When set a task, she believes she can do it better than anyone else and will endeavour to do so. Asking for help is not this woman’s style.
Her confidence means that she is very charismatic, often using this for her own gain. Bluntly put, Rel is a shameful flirt and a generous lover. Being bisexual, she could pick anyone in the weyr and often they’d end up in bed next to her, her wily charms managing to convince even the unwary heterosexual woman sometimes. She does try to keep her distance from those women whom she knows to be attracted to men alone. Despite the fact that she finds many of them quite attractive, she knows that she wouldn’t be able to deal very well with the rejection. The worst thing in the world is to have her charm turned full on to find it was all for nothing. Slinking back to her room to an empty bed is not her idea of a good night’s rest.
Relationships don’t last any longer than they have to; quite often she gets bored of one person and moves on to the next before she can begin to form emotional attachments. Perhaps she lacks the skill to form these emotional bonds, or maybe she doesn’t want to get hurt when the other person would eventually leave. Then again, it could just be that she wants to experience as many people as she can. Despite this lack of connection, she is still a sensual and passionate creature, no matter how brief the encounter. Ereldia seems to revel in the attention that being a lover brings.
Rel sees herself as completely independent, despite her seeming dependency on a steady flow of lovers. If anyone suggested to her that she was insecure, hence the sleeping around, she’d most likely greet the statement with violence. She absolutely abhors anybody thinking that she can’t do anything on her own, as well as those people who seem to think they can interfere with her personal life. From her point of view, it’s none of their business.
Unfortunately, another aspect of her ‘fiery’ personality is that she can become quite hot-headed if things don’t go her way. She will argue her point until everyone either agrees or leaves the room – the latter of these people will be snubbed until they come round to Ereldia’s way of thinking, if she deems the subject important. Her anger will come out in the form of bitchiness and snide remarks, rather than physical violence. Not that she shies away from a good fight. If it ever came to it, Ereldia would be ready and raring to go, no matter her opponent. This is where she could get into trouble, as she is not as strong as she likes to think she is, and could easily be beaten by many of the men at Black Sands. Still, she wouldn’t flinch away from it, as her pride would be at stake.
And there is another of Ereldia’s many vices – pride. She is highly-strung and her own sense of self-importance is rather inflated – disregard her at your peril. Along with this, Ereldia is vain, spending a lot of time on her appearance and flaunting it. She is the kind if woman who thinks she is gorgeous, and knows it too.
Thankfully, she isn’t all bad, and does indeed have one redeeming quality – she will work hard. Although it is just another way of proving herself to be better than everyone else, Ereldia won’t ignore any chores that need to be done. Heavy lifting, sorting, running messages, you name it, Ereldia will do it. It’s her own personal way of keeping fit too, as she doesn’t have any regular exercise schedule if you discount any ‘extracurricular activities’ that might be going on; she doesn’t even realise this in itself could be a workout, it is simply pleasure. But from when she wakes up until she retires to her rooms, give Ereldia a task and you can be sure it will be done.
History: Ereldia was the second born to what could be construed as a large family. Her entry into the world wasn’t what you would call ‘easy’ though. When her mother went into labour, Ereldia decided she was going to stay in the breech position. Erai’s labour was long and hard, with her stress level’s rising as the hours passed. Eventually, when it was realised that this baby wasn’t coming out on its own – some 30 hours later - the master healer on Black Sands Island was called to perform a very risky caesarean operation. Entering the world in silence, the little babe’s skin was tinged blue from the lack of oxygen such a long labour had provided. It was a race against time to get her breathing again, but eventually the newborn coughed and instantly began squalling. Erai, having been through such a traumatic procedure, was confined to bed rest and therefore was unable to care for the new baby properly – the strength it took to suckle the child almost wiped her out after the first time, so it was decided that she would be given to a surrogate straight away.
Erai suffered for a long time after the invasive operation. True enough that thanks to the archives in the long forgotten AIVAS utility had meant that both she and the child survived, but still the woman resented the babe for her difficulty. Pushy woman that she was, she managed to slip out of the infirmary to return home. She just didn’t feel right staying there like an invalid. And this is probably the reason her wound became infected. Battling a severe infection, Erai’s resentment for the child grew. She didn’t even want to look at the child when she was brought over for bonding time. Despite her long recovery and the warnings of the healers against becoming pregnant again, the woman was soon with child again – this time twins. Ereldia was no more than 6 months old at this time. Surprisingly, the pregnancy went smoothly as did the birthing, which was rare for twins.
And so it was that Ereldia hated growing up. When she had been weaned from the breast, she was returned to her familial home, to the cold glares of an unloving mother and the sporadic attentions of her father. Though they fed her when she needed it, the babe was often left alone in her cot; Erai was more concerned with her newest babies, the much-loved Kelai and Nari. Oftentimes, the four year old Dela would be the only company the baby had, at that at best was sparing. Of course, though they shared a room, a four year old was much more interested in playing with her few toys than cooing over a baby.
When she had gotten old enough to understand, Ereldia began to recognise the bitterness her mother felt for her. No matter what she did, Erai was always comparing her to the accomplished Dela, or the sweet twins. Nothing was ever good enough. She couldn’t do half the tasks her elder sister could accomplish, and even her younger siblings could do no wrong. Blame for their actions was often heaped on the poor girl, turning her reclusive and secretive.
When she hit her 6 turn birthday, it was as though nobody remembered. Even as such a young child, she scampered out of people’s way, desperate to avoid attention lest some other misdeed be put upon her. She just seemed to meld in with the scenery. Her father was rarely at home those days, often out travelling the holds running messages for the dragon riders. Her mother simply didn’t want to acknowledge her; even then her infatuation with the youngest of her children was still running strong. And so Ereldia’s birthday passed without much fanfare. One of the other women from the lower caverns found her moping about a few days later, sat in one of the dustier passages. “What’s the matter pet? There’s no reason for a lovely young thing for you to look so glum is there?” Her kind voice startled the youngster, who looked at the woman with wide, terrified eyes. She squeaked a reply that was mostly incoherent. The woman was called Solari, and had often kept an eye of the girl. She was sad to realise that her own mother couldn’t care less about where she was or what she was doing. Solari sat, and tried to scoop the girl into her arms for a cuddle. Ereldia, confused by the action shrieked and scampered away, looking much like a frightened wild animal. Solari was confused, if not a little hurt by this response. She wracked her brains. Surely the child wasn’t scared of a hug? Slowly it dawned on her – Ereldia hadn’t been shown affection. From anyone, it had seemed, since she had been returned to her blood family. A sad shadow flitted across her face before she banished it, crawling over to the girl on her hands and knees – undignified by all means, but not to worry. By this time the young girl was quivering all over. Softly, Solari told her that she was only going to pick her up and take her out of this dusty place, wouldn’t she like that? Ereldia said nothing, and was as stiff as a board when the woman tried to lift her.
Marching over to Erai and Keldar’s rooms, Solari’s face was set firm. She wasn’t having any of this. She set Ereldia down in the corridor, promising that she’d be back in a short while. The woman stormed into the rooms. Seconds later, an argument broke out. Although muffled by the stone walls and most of it lost on the young child, her mother’s words would remain with her for the rest of her life. “If you want her, have her! Faranth knows I don’t! Shards, who’d want a child like her anyway?!” The callous words set deep in her psyche, embedding themselves so profoundly that they would still hurt her years later.
So it was that she moved into Solari’s rooms. The woman was alone in terms of having no partner, but the living space was homely enough. Day by day, she tried to coax the child out of her shell. And little by little, it started to work. There came a time that Ereldia grew used to being embraced and caressed for no other reason than her foster-mother wanted to. She no longer flinched away when attention was directed at her.
But even as she began to blossom under the tutelage of her new parent, Ereldia couldn’t help but worry when Solari would get bored of her. When she would want another child. On and on these thoughts swirled around her head, until one day they became too real. She had worked herself up so much that she actually ending up believing that she would be discarded again. When she overheard Solari talking to another woman about babies and how wonderful they were, it was too much. She hadn’t heard the whole conversation, but being ten, what child does? They make their own assumptions as did she. Bursting into tears she ran off blindly. Not looking where she was going, she ended up lost in the myriad of corridors in the deeper recesses of the weyr. Her chest heaving and her sobs punctuating the silence in a choke staccato, she slumped down against a wall and cried herself to sleep.
It took Solari 5 hours to find her.
And it took nearly as long to carry her back to their rooms and coax her into talking. In dismay, Solari tried to explain that it was her friend who was expecting a baby, not her, and how could she ever think of replacing such a wonderful child? “But my mother got rid of me. Why wouldn’t you?” The gravity in that small voice was enough to knock the woman for six. Why if she ever saw that blasted woman again! But no, she calmed herself down and hugged the child close, saying that Erai was just a silly wherry who didn’t know what she had lost.
Eventually, the doting love and care of Solari helped Ereldia come to terms with her new life. She wasn’t going to be replaced. She wasn’t going to be thrown away again. Yet there was always that seed of doubt in the back of her mind, just waiting to explode again one day. For the mean time though, Ereldia came out of her shell, bit by bit. She found she had a friend in the lower caverns and although he was a boy, she didn’t see what difference this made. They were more friendly rivals than friends, always competing with each other – who was the fastest, who did the most work, who could carry the heaviest jugs of klah, things like this. Yet it was that competition in which she revelled, loving the feeling of being able to beat someone, to do their job better.
This competitive streak grew as she did, until Solari had to step in. Ereldia had nearly broken her neck as she raced up and down the steps that led to the main weyrs. Not only had she disturbed some rather proddy greens, but she had injured herself in the process. She’d had a friendly wager with Jalorn – who could ferry the most bags of soap sand before dinner. In the process, she’d missed her footing on the somewhat precarious stairs and fell to the bottom. Luckily, she came away with a fractured collarbone, a few bruises and nothing more. Well, everyone else felt she was lucky, but for Ereldia, it was agony. And the fact that nothing could be done for it was worse for her as well – confined to doing gentle tasks and forbidden from charging about, the girl got quickly bored and lamented her situation to anyone who would listen. For the first few weeks, Solari had to dose her on fellis juice just to get her to sleep at night.
To make matters worse, during this period of incarceration, her menstrual cycle hit. Now, her foster mother had prepared her for the physical changes, and she had been experiencing them for a while now, but what she couldn’t be prepared for were the wild mood swings. And by Faranth did she half have some! One second she could be talking normally, and one little thing her companion might say could set her off on a violent rant. Or set her into tears. She hated it with a passion and worst of all, it caused grief for the people she would call her friends and family.
However as the months rolled by, she was able to determine when the cycle was due and prepare herself – she’d sleep a little longer to quell her irritability, eat certain fruits to help balance her hormone levels. And as she did so, she found that she flourished. Her body was becoming something to be proud of, with her hips rounding out from those of a bony child to those of a young woman, blossoming into her prime. Her chest did much the same, but at an alarming rate. One morning she was washing herself, and aghast, she noticed stretch marks! On her chest of all places! Hurriedly finishing her bath, she towelled off and sought out her foster mother, quietly asking what she could do. She couldn’t be marred by such things! Solari explained as gently as she could that because her body was developing very quickly – almost too quickly in fact – the skin couldn’t grow fast enough to catch up. She gave her ward a pot of salve that she said to apply twice daily to ease the stretching skin and soothe the scar tissue, so that it might be broken down and smoothed out. Vain creature that she was becoming, Ereldia went one better – she applied the salve four times a day. Of course this meant she ran out very quickly and was admonished for this. “Better to have a few scars than worry your head with pride and vanity,” were often repeated words around the rooms she occupied, although she paid little heed to them.
It was during this time that she flourished as a person as well. She had managed to shake off the shackles of her early childhood – at least in her own eyes – and was now quite the social butterfly. Into everyone and everything, she had a prodigious appetite for attention.
And of course as she grew more immersed in the social world, she became acquainted with the wonderful notion of sex. To hear all of her older girl friends talk, it was the best thing in the world. And Ereldia sought it out for herself. Losing her virginity at the age of fourteen was no big deal for her – she wanted to try it, and so that’s what she did. And her friends were right! And so she wanted more. The poor lad she had seduced, only older by herself than a turn, was to be cast aside for another. One by one they feel for her wiles, becoming smitten with this object of desire before being tossed away. It wasn’t that Ereldia wanted to hurt them, she just wanted experience everyone. It didn’t register in her mind that perhaps she was discarding them before they had the chance to do the same to her – echoes of her childhood abandonment.
And of course, the ladies weren’t safe either. In her quest to experience everyone, nobody was safe. That is, until Solari put a dampener on her lust. She’d heard the rumours flying around about her wards promiscuity and it was about time she had a word with the child. For that’s what she still was – a child. She tried to make it as casual as she could, mentioning that perhaps losing oneself in another wasn’t always a good idea… Ereldia took insult and flew into a rage. “I can do whatever I sharding want! I might still be a child to you, but my body is that of a woman, and that’s what I am” She stormed off, losing herself in the daily hustle and bustle of the weyr, before Solari could utter another word. And those words that had been spoken had hurt the woman, sliced her like a knife. Never before had Ereldia raised her voice towards her, and that stung.
For weeks, the tension in the room they shared was more than apparent, weighing so heavily on the air that you might think that you could cut it with a knife. Then out of the blue, Ereldia began talking to her foster mother like nothing had ever happened – no apology, no tears. Everything appeared to be back to normal. Solari didn’t wish to question it, for their natural ambience was back, something that she didn’t want breaking again. Ereldia had just put the whole episode out of her mind, as was her wont to do when something didn’t go her way. She continued with her lusty encounters, but managed to turn it down a notch, swearing her lovers to secrecy if need be. Or at least getting them to swear they’d not repeat what had happened to anyone who might tell her foster mother.
One morning in her nineteenth turn didn’t turn out to be the normal morning everyone was expecting. Ereldia, as usual, was down by the sea having her early morning sun – a habit she kept up daily to maintain her ‘perfect’ skin tone. Later, she would have no time for such pastimes as her chores for the day generally kept her occupied. This particular morning however, she was not alone on the beach. A brownrider was bathing his dragon, Merth. The great lummox was having so much fun in the water, than in his exuberance he sent a wingful of water over the girl. Shrieking in indignation, she marched over to the rider, not caring for his rank and let rip. How dare he let his dragon do something so stupid! Now she was soaking wet, her hair was a mess! N’yar skilfully hid a chuckle at her complaining, apologising in the most sincere manner he could muster.
Whilst his rider was coping with the furious young woman, Merth turned a faceted eye on her. If dragons could frown, he would have then. Why is this one alone? The question startled N’yar enough that he raised his hand in Ereldia’s face, effectively silencing her tirade whilst her turned to his dragon, bemused. “What do you mean you great tub of lard?” His words were suffused with love, despite the seemingly rough name calling. Merth rumbled away, still staring at the girl. His eyes whirled a little faster as he pondered. Slow as he was, it took him a while to figure out what he had actually meant. I mean, why has she not been shown the eggs? Someone must have noticed her. I did. The last phrase was full of smug self satisfaction.
Starting to get bored of the exchange as she didn’t know what the dragon was saying, Ereldia started to make off back to the lower caverns before N’yar grabbed her by the wrist and swung her around. “Now lass, I wouldn’t be in such a hurry if I were you.” The rider grinned. “That lump there seems to think you’d make a good rider. Actually he was confused you hadn’t been set to the eggs before now. How old are you?” The woman flushed at such an impertinent question, before responding in her haughty manner that she had 19 Turns, nearly 20. N’yar shook his head again, this time in mirth. Receiving her name set his brain to action, churning over to try remember where he had heard of her before… ah yes. Even more surprising then, with the number of riders she had bedded, that no-one had spotted her before. “Well,” he said with a grin, “I think you’d better report to the candidate master, ask his dragon to bespeak Merth to prove you.” Her spun her around and gave her a short shove towards the weyr proper, as if she were but a child.
Harrumphing at the treatment, Ereldia took her soggy self to her quarters to get changed and to restyle her hair. And then she promptly forgot her instruction.
It took the better part of a day for the candidate master to come bellowing his way through the lower caverns in search of her. Merth, for once, had remembered to mention her to someone, although it had taken him a while. “What the sharding hell are you doing still down here girl!” He roared, setting some of the other women to scurrying out of his way. “You were supposed to come report to me you dimglow!” Now, Solari never took kindly to people picking on her daughter, and bustled straight up to the man. “Now see here, she’s had jobs to do and as well that she’s done them or else you’d be complaining about having no supper! The girl has her own mind you know, and did you maybe think that she didn’t want to come talk to you? Humph.” Solari’s frown was set deep in her forehead, her turns starting to catch up on her. The rider was shocked enough for a moment that it gave Ereldia a chance to speak up. “Actually sir, I’ve not thought of N’yars words since I returned here – to be truthful I thought he was jesting, to placate my anger.” This caused a few raised eyebrows. “Jesting! Nay girl, yer to stand that much I’ll assure you of.” The rider’s voice had turned merry. “And yer to stay her as well, seeing as yer one of ours anyway. Can’t having you causing, ah… trouble, amongst the other candidates now can we?” Here he winked at her, much of his brash manner having dissipated now that the problem had been solved.
Someone thumped the girl on the back in congratulations, and she was swept up by her foster mother into an almighty hug. “Now girl, you’ll make something more of yourself! I’m so very proud of you!” Solari’s words were suffused with so much love and affection that it was hard for Ereldia to blink away the tears that began to threaten. So she was to be a dragon rider! Well, only if she impressed.
A few days later, the furore had died down and things went mostly back to normal in the caverns. Ereldia continued as normal, living with her foster mother and continuing with her chores and her usually conquests. She had true enough been kept away from the candidate’s dorms. The once or twice she had tried to sneak in, after chatting with a … friendly lad during mealtimes, she’d been pretty much grabbed by the scruff of the neck and booted back towards her own quarters. Not that it dampened her spirits any. Still currently living in shared quarters with Solari, Ereldia eagerly awaits her time to walk on the sands.
Color Preference & Why: I think Rel would suit a green or a wildfire, as both rise quite regularly. She'd be able to cope well with a green's emotional whirlwind, and she'd be able to draw on a wildfire's manipulative abilities.
What Colors/Color don't you want and why: Queens or Miseries. Ereldia wouldn't suit a position of power no matter how much she'd like to think so, and she'd hate being paired with a dragon that has little to no inclination to rise.
