Post by elainsie on Dec 21, 2008 19:37:50 GMT -5
Battle For The Sun-Placebo
I will battle for the sun.
And I won’t stop until I’m done.
You are getting in the way.
And I have nothing left to say.
I will battle for the sun.
And I won’t stop until I’m done.
You are getting in the way.
And I have nothing left to say.
Weyr: Black Sands Weyr
Name: Valeena
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Rank: Weyrwoman
Age: 24
Appearance: Despite her mother’s diminutive stature, Valeena stands a couple of inches above the average Pernese woman, apparently taking after her father in at least this regard. A lanky, fine boned child, Valeena became a slim waisted-woman with an unimpressive cleavage, although well rounded hips. Pregnancy nonetheless has altered her frame somewhat, making her breasts larger and more noticeable, and adding a bit of weight to her thighs and bottom which no amount of food restrictions and exercise seemed to shift, to her despair. Not even her two Turns as a gold rider have managed to completely alter the remaining baby weight, however it has gone some way to giving her body a more toned appearance, especially her slender legs which now sport well defined calf and abductor muscles. Regardless Valeena is still an attractive woman; however she cares less about her looks these days than when she was Vesuvian’s mistress and was vying to become his wife.
Valeena has a peaches-and cream like complexion, although on extended sun exposure it does warm to a light honey color and brings out a smattering of freckles across nose and cheeks.
She has a heart shaped face, surrounded by a mass of dark chocolate colored hair that falls with a distinct wave to mid-waist. Unfortunately her hair is prone to frizzing and Valeena will spend a great amount of time in the morning brushing and dressing her hair only to have wisps of it escape the confines of even the severest of hairstyles by afternoon. Her dark eyebrows are thin and shapely, sitting above eyes that are a base light green color of newly unfurled foliage in spring. Within the pale iris there are a smattering of emerald and gold flecks, and of all her features it is her eyes Valeena likes best. The young woman has a long straight nose and lips that are a little too thin for her liking, often giving her face a severe look to it, even when she does not intend it to.
She has mastered the art of concealing her thoughts, while her mind is churning incessantly Valeena can easily maintain a nlakc, rather bored expression, and only when it is in her interests or when she is taken utterly by shock will the façade slip.
As with the rest of her appearance, Valeena aims for a rather polished look, a remnant from her time spent at Nusa Hold attempting to catch the eye of it’s Lord Holder. This also extends to the way she carries herself; Valeena has very good posture and always stands to her full height, earning her the reputation of being rather stuck up, one she does not bother to dispel. She spends all her available marks on clothing, and that which she can not afford she attempts to sew herself by buying the raw materials. Although with her current position little is out of her price range these days. As might be expected for one good with a needle, she has long, slender fingers. She loves dresses and skirts that fall to the knee and reveal her shapely legs, and that cinch in at the waist, emphasizing her own narrow one. She wears bright colors, though never yellows or oranges as they bring a sickly pallor to her skin which she detests.
Valeena remains physically unscathed, apart from a small, white scar the size of a 10 cent piece on her right upper arm, obtained as a child when she brushed against a pot her mother had been tending in the kitchens of Talune Hold. However if certain other memebers of Black Sands are anything to go by it seems only a matter of time before her remarkably unblemished body obtains a few choice battle scars.
Personality: Ambitious. No word is more apt to summarize Valeena with than this. Once she hit her teens, her main goal in life was to be someone. Not content with living the life of a drudge as her mother had, she constantly strived to better herself and make something of her life despite her humble beginnings. Her artillery in achieving such a goal? A wickedly sharp mind, passion, determination, and self-confidence in abundance.
Valeena can be patient, up to a certain degree. However Valeena is not one to simply wait for things to fall in her lap, or to sit around twiddling her thumbs waiting for Turns on end for events to happen. Valeena recognized that if she wanted things to change she had to take action, remaining at her mother’s side in Talune Hold would never have got her anywhere. She wants to be influential, and she wants it now. And if that means manipulating and forsaking those around her, so be it, if they had been smart enough they would have seen it coming. This does not mean she does not crave companionship at times, she has spent the better part of her adult life lonely, however she realizes that ruthlessness is the only way she will get anywhere and hence the idea of friendship is somewhat less of a priority.
The young woman is certainly not the most affectionate of humans to grace Pern, the people she regards as friend can be counted on the one hand, however she can be a rather amicable person at first appearances, and could be for a prolonged period of time should she choose to be. Perhaps best described as a human Venus fly trap she invites people into her confidence with sweet words and an irresistibility only to spit them out once she has used them. However her reputation does often precede her and makes those around her rather wary.
Valeena was never a very vain girl as a child, and even in her early teen years gave little thought to her appearance, however when she first set off to make a name for herself, she realized a clever mind can only get you so far. Men were much more easily enticed by a pretty face, and an attractive body, although unless such things were followed by tender caresses and sweet words, their interest would soon waver. It was with the knowledge of this that she set out to seduce a Lord Holder, and as a result vanity in her appearance ensued.
From an early age Valeena held a great contempt for her father, stemming from a child’s hurt at the rejection of a parent. It would make sense then, as a result, that she shared a close relationship with her mother. And while this may have been true of her formative years, the older Valeena got the greater her mother’s presence wearied her until Valeena reached the point where she began to tune out every time her mother began to speak. In spite of her relatively loose ties with her parents, when her first son was born her natural maternal instinct kicked in, perhaps giving an indication of the woman Valeena could have been had she not been so driven in her desire to become someone of note.
History: Cera charmed by B’vin’s looks and promises of giving her a better life at the Weyr, promptly fell pregnant after a month of knowing the brownrider. By the time she got around to informing B’vin, he already had his eye on another woman and was quick to dismiss Cera. Broken-hearted the drudge gave birth to what was to be her only child, a girl who she named Valeena.
As a child, Valeena was a delight. She was her mother’s shadow and enjoyed helping Cera in her tasks, the other drudges of the Hold looking upon her with fond indulgence. The girl was bright and sociable, having many friends amongst the children of the Hold, one of which may have been Vesuvian, though she has no recollection of this. She was constantly coming up with some new game to play with her friends and she experienced the usual ups and downs of childhood. All in all it was a very happy existence and while her future did not look bright it was at the very least secure.
As she grew older the rose tinted glasses she had seen her life through as a child, were misplaced, and Valeena was aware of the harsh realities of her life. Cera, thinking her daughter was now of an age to confide in, began complaining about her perceived harsh existence and would tell Valeena of the life her father had promised for Cera. Valeena could not understand why her mother had never tried to improve things on her own, and believed Cera was still waiting on her unknown father to come and whisk her off to the Weyr.
The continual whingeing wore on Valeena, until the young woman could hardly stand to be around her mother, disgusted by her litany of constant grievances and yet seemingly disinterest in doing anything more than blather on about her imagined hardships with her fellow drudges or Valeena herself. However as much as she had come to dislike her mother, she detested her brown rider of a father more, unable to understand how a man could choose not to acknowledge his own child. As a result she thought all riders were tarnished with the same brush, and held a great contempt for dragons and riders alike for quite a number of Turns.
It was perhaps a mixture of the disdain Valeena felt towards her mother, and a rebellious act of teenage Turns, that caused Valeena to accept the very first offer of an apprenticeship at 13 Turns of age. Although two Turns older than most apprentices she was apprenticed to the Weaver Hall on the northern continent after a visit from one of their Masters, glad of the large amount of land and water that separated herself and Cera. It seemed to the young girl that this was the chance she had been looking for to change her luck, and prevent her following the same path as her mother. Having a craft she could earn her own marks, could walk the tables and even become a Master!
So off to the Weaver Hall she went and it was here she learnt the ability to make clothes and the properties of the individual dyes. And while she had an aptitude for the task, there were too many other better apprentices for her ever to be recognized as anything more than good. After a while monotony set in and Valeena felt she would never achieve anything stuck in the Craft.
It was around the time that Valeena may have been invited to walk the tables that rumors of a new Hold back near her old Hold home reached the North. While mixing dyes she overheard the conversation between two Masters, one who thought it was scandalous that a child of no Blood should proclaim himself as a Lord Holder. Valeena came to learn that this Lord Holder, Vesuvian, was also born and bred in Talune Hold as she herself had been.
Deciding that such a man would surely understand her own ambition and convinced him would need a woman such as herself by his side; she departed from the Weaver Hall, still an apprentice. Using her womanly wile and charms she managed to get herself passage back South to the newly founded Nusa Hold, confidant that she could become Lady Holder.
What Valeena had failed to think of in her excitement and haste to get to the Hold was that she was an unknown apprentice with no marks or lands, and that many other girls, or at least their parents, had had the same idea when they had heard of the unmarried, newly appointed Lord Holder. As a result she took a position as a drudge, promising herself it would only be temporary.
There was any number of women fawning over the man, all too ready to bed a Lord Holder, who seemed to get bored easily and moved on to the next willing female with no hesitation whatsoever. However Valeena did have one thing that seemingly few of the other girls had, and that was brains. While Vesuvian bedded and discarded the woman who threw them at him, Valeena held herself aloof, avoiding his advances and making excuses to leave if caught in his presence. She realized that while an attractive body could lure a man it could only capture his attention for a short time unless there was something more behind the pretty face and willing body. And so Valeena kept the game up, all the time giving him coy looks under her eyelashes, knowing that the longer he had to wait the more he wanted her. It was obvious enough to her that Vesuvian had started to look upon her as some sort of prize but Valeena was wary of
giving herself up to his advances too early. After all she had not come all this way to be a mere bedmate. No, she had her sights set on becoming Lady of Nusa Hold and everything else paled in comparison.
It was shortly after her nineteenth Turnday, having tired of the pretence and deciding if she dallied any longer Vesuvian might become more frustrated than amused, that she fell into bed with the Lord Holder. And while the Lord Holder seemed entertained enough by her wit and skills in the bed to keep her by his side, he also seemed content to leave there relationship as that of Holder and mistress to Valeena's displeasure.
Frustrated, Valeena tried to think of a way to have Vesuvian commit to her, and as luck would have it she fell pregnant. Deciding that surely as an unmarried Lord Holder he would want to acknowledge his child, and possible heir some Turns in the future, it was with delight she shared the news with Vesuvian, waiting for his proposal. However it never came. Vesuvian seemed pleased enough over the news but the only change to their relationship that occurred during her pregnancy was that he did not ask her to share his bed.
Valeena gave birth to a healthy son, which she loved from the moment she set eyes on the child. And while Vesuvian still seemed pleased to keep the arrangement as it was, Valeena took solace in the presence of her beautiful boy. Valeena loved her son and doted upon the infant, often standing by his crib afraid that he might stop breathing in his sleep. Unfortunately once her milk dried up, Vesuvian sent the baby away to be fostered without asking what she thought, and Valeena became quite depressed, having expected a number of Turns with her son before he had to be fostered. It was during this time she fell pregnant for a second time, some 9 months after her first son’s birth. As easy as the first pregnancy had been, so this one was hard. The young woman spent the last three months confined to her bed. However when the baby was born, another boy, it was evident something was not right with the child. He was small and sickly and the child was spirited away to Faranth knew where without Valeena having a chance to hold her baby, Vesuvian assuring her it was for the best.
The woman was slow to convalesce from the birth and it was two months later before Valeena started to recover, the pain over losing both her sons fresh and her body battered from the hard pregnancy and labor. However she began to realize during this time that Vesuvian was becoming rather friendly with a particularly well endowed brunette, Kilarna, while she languished. Realizing that she might lose Vesuvian to the younger woman and with it any chance to become Lady Holder, she began to heal quickly, determined not to lose sight of her goal.
Valeena pushed to the back of her mind the pain she felt over her sons, taking the young, woman under her wing. The silly girl believed Valeena had her best interests at heart, and when Kilarna asked Valeena of her opinion of whether to accept an offer of marriage from a minor Holder, or stay at the Hold with her parents, Valeena assured the girl that marriage was definitely the solution, and so left the Hold to marry the man. With Kilarna well away form Vesuvian and Nusa Hold, Valeena worked on regaining her figure and keeping Vesuvian happy
After 4 turns at Nusa Hold, and at least 3 and half of them as Vesuvian’s mistress, Valeena came to the realization that Vesuvian would never marry her, that she had now given him everything he had wanted without having to wed her. Realising her folly Valeena chose to leave before being discarded, too proud to let such a thing happen. With little options left, and determined not to return to her mother and Talune Hold, Valeena ventured North in the hope that perhaps the Weaver Hall would take her back; it was not an ideal solution but the only palatable one remaining.
I will brush off all the dirt.
And I will pretend it didn’t hurt.
You are a black and heavy weight.
And I will not participate.
And I will pretend it didn’t hurt.
You are a black and heavy weight.
And I will not participate.
Valeena found passage to the North easy to obtain however what she had neglected factor in was that leaving Nusa Hold in the middle of its balmy summer meant she arrived to the bone-chilling, bitter Northern Winter. The very first thing she looked for was a warm bed for the night, and found one in a small alehouse near the port she had docked in at. It was while she was having a cup of warmed wine, tucked away in a corner of the main room of the alehouse that an Illuison rider from Black Sands approached her. When Valeena realized the man was a rider she turned to her side so her back faced him, having little time for dragon kind or the men who chose to ride them. D’hrian, as she was to discover his name was, looked on in bemusement, sitting down next to her despite her frosty reception.
“I know who you are. And Vesuvian was not pleased at all to find his pet mistress had left.” The man whispered into her ear, and Valeena turned around in shock, her pale eyes narrowed in anger and barely concealed fear. No one had given her a second look thus far on her journey and yet this man spoke as if he knew of her well. “I also have heard you’re quite ambitious and I have a proposition to make that far surpasses anything Vesuvian could have offered you, far beyond being the mere wife of a Lord Holder. We have a clutch at Black Sands, and we need someone like you to Impress our queen. It is imperative that she bonds with a strong woman, someone who is not easily…swayed…by others.” The man waited for Valeena’s reaction leaning on the back of her chair, sure the woman would take the bait.
And how correct his assumption was. Valeena’s dislike for riders had been founded on a father she had never known, had never been more than a generalization. If the Weyr however could offer her the position she so craved, feed the beast within her that was ambition, it was too tantalizing an opportunity to ignore; her disdain could easily be shed like a coat past its use. In her eagerness to accept she forgot about the rumors she had heard of Black Sands, even far South in Nusa stories had filtered though, did not ask the man how he knew so much about her, fearful that if she did he would become offended and renegade on his offer.
And that was how, when the Clutch laid by the Senior Weyrwoman’s gold Hatched, Valeena was amongst the white clad, sandle footed Candidates grouped loosely on the Sands. Not once through the Hatching did she allow her attention be diverted by the Hatching of the eggs around her, the young dragons milling about on the sands. No, Valeena had eyes for only one prize, wanted only the dragon that remained within the queen egg as her own. And it seemed her patience and single-mindedness was to be rewarded. The queen was the last egg to emerge from the confines of hard shell, bursting through the amniotic fluid and membranes with an eagerness that belied her previous inactivity, sending shards of shell ricocheting along the hot sands of the Hatching Cavern. The dainty gold shook out her wings, as if to dry them of the birth fluids that coated her, using her maw to remove a stray piece of shell that clung tenaciously to her left front leg. Having finished her preening the gold lifted her head, rainbow eyes whirling a sedate pace as they met the intense gaze of Valeena. Picking her way through the mess of shells she did not break the contact she shared with Valeena, once having reached her feet settling down on the warm sands. You have been waiting for your Ailith a long time, havn’t you? The dragon cocked her head to one side, revealing an intelligence most newly Hatched dragons lacked.
Valeena nodded her head mutely, forgetting to tell the Weyr her dragon’s name, forgetting that there was anyone else besides herself and Ailith on the Sands. She had scoffed at the stories others had told her, of the intense array of emotions and devotion one felt when they met their bonded, that warm glow that suffused every cell of a person’s body. Valeena had believed none of it, had only wanted to Impress a gold because of the power she would have at her disposal not because she cared overly much about sharing a bond with anyone, least of all a dragon. What she had not counted on was falling irrevocably in love, and having that love reciprocated by a being as magnificent as Ailith was.
As weyrlings the pair remained on the relative outskirts of the Weyr’s politics. They were considered too young by most to be a threat, and while a few more crafty individuals entertained the notion of controlling the young queen and her rider, the Senior Weyrwoman realized this quite early on and implemented certain precautions to protect them. It was this almost motherly behaviour of the older woman that endeared her to Valeena, and despite never having had a confidant before coming to Black Sands, she found one in the Weyrwoman. However it was a rather unusual friendship, especially considering that now only Weyrwoman Dabria stood between her and the position of Weyrwoman, the jewel that had been dangled in front of Valeena to get her to come to Black Sands. Whether Dabria had recognized the danger Valeena may have posed and gone to extra lengths to befriend the girl, and hence ensure her position as Weyrwoman remained unthreatened, is possible but the intimacy that developed was certainly not forced by either woman.
However things never remain static, and this was certainly the case at Black Sands. While Valeena had not remained oblivious of the mind games that were played out around her, neither was she fully aware of the extent to which they were carried out.
Ailith was just shy of two Turns, the occupants of the Weyr constantly eyeing off the young gold to determine whether her hide was any more dazzling than the previous day, when Dabria requested Valeena to attend to her in her own weyr. Valeena had barely sat down, the Weyrwoman about to pour them both klah, when Dabria’s gold gave a bellow from her position on the weyr ledge. Having received the warning mentally from her dragon Dabria grabbed Valeena by the arm, and dragged the younger woman with her to her bedroom. “Get under the bed, and don’t so much as breath. If he knows you’re here it will be all the more worse,” Dabria whispered, giving Valeena a final shove,the young woman heeding the Weyrwoman’s words, quickly clambering into the confined space.
From her cramped position Valeena could hear raised voices, Dabria’s most certainly, but the deeper voice, the male voice, was too muffled for her to detect. Then there was the sound of long strides, two pairs of booted feet making there way into the bedroom, and Valeena curled up on herself, as if by decreasing the area she took up she could make herself invisible. There was a slam, a body being thrown into something hard, and a scream, coming from Dabria. “What you plan to do is wrong, and while there is breath in my body I will prevent you from doing it,” Dabria’s voice was scathing, but her breathing was laboured, as if she was sporting a number of cracked ribs.
“Well then perhaps I will have to do something about that, we can’t have a stupid woman fouling up D’myn’s intrigues now, can we? Pity D’myn himself was too busy to do this, I am sure he would have enjoyed watching you squirm. And yet it does make for a nice touch. The son you never had any time for turns on you.” the man spoke menancingly, the voice finally recognizable. D’hrian, the Illusion rider who had brought Valeena to Black Sands. Valeena bit back the gasp of surprise. “Luckily for me, I did not come entirely alone.” The sound of two more people entered the room. “I am sure you recognize P’trak and Larie?” The names meant nothing to Valeena, but must have to Dabria as the woman gave a low growl. “They, and their dragons, are the reason why your gold is nothing but a blubbering, incoherent mass now, why she can not speak to you, or any of you allies, as I am sure you well realise.” D’hrian’s voice took on a rather bored tone, as if he was talking about the weather or some other such topic that did little to hold his attention. “A shame really, to have no one to help you. But at least this way we can keep it rather quiet, no huge mess to clean up, no overly elaborate story to concoct.”
Valeena cursed her own inability to do anything. She did not know who was sympathetic to Dabria and who was against her, could not get Ailith to contact anyone else in fear that it would be the wrong person. And from the sounds of it Miseries were involved. If that was true, there was really little anyone else could do. “Now be a good Weyrwoman and take hold of this knife,” there was the sound of metal being drawn, Dabria giving a mirthless laugh. “You really think I am just going to slit my wrists because you tell me? You must be delusional.”
“Yes, you will do exactly that, because I tell you too. P’trak, get Hikinth onto our dear Weyrwoman, it seems she needs a little persuasion.” The Misery rider did as bidden, and the cry from Dabria was muffled by a hand pressed to her mouth. “Now do it, pick up the knife…. good. And press it against the vein, deeper, deeper,” D’hrian’s voice was cajoling, coaxing Dabria on as she wielded the steel against her veins. Then the knife cluttered to the floor, D’hrian rolling Dabria onto the bed. “We’ll have to wait to make sure she did it properly, but it should not take too long,” the Illusion rider remarked to the other two riders. “Such a tragic death, she really was so overcome with grief at her lover’s rejection of her. Wasn’t she? Poor mother.” The two Misery riders were quick to agree, “Still who would have thought she was suicidal. Such a sad state of affairs.” The room descended into silence, Valeena sure her heart was thumping loudly enough that it was only a matter of moments before someone discovered her.
It was the heart-wrenching keen that arose from all around the Weyr that the three riders had obviously been waiting for, the sign that Dabria, and with her her gold Queen, had passed into between forever. “And that’s our cue to leave. I am sure it won’t be long until someone finds her decaying corpse. I best return to D’myn, not that he will need me to tell him it was done what with the racket and carrying on going on.” The sound of three sets of footfalls retreated from the bedroom.
However Valeena remained under the bed for quite sometime, feeling incredibly shaken, unable to accept that she had just heard her mentor being forced into suicide. Scared that if she was to crawl out now there would be someone waiting for her. How had D’hrian managed to go through all of that so dispassionately? Valeena recognized that she herself was ruthless, but what D’hrian had just done, at D’myn’s insistence from the sounds of things, was something else entirely. While she had never liked the Weyrleader, the unfamiliar grief she now experienced manifested itself into an intense loathing for the Amber rider. At his behest her only friend at Black Sands had died, and while this now meant she had achieved her goal, had finally within her grasp the power she so craved, it was bittersweet, tainted by D’myn and D’hrian.
It’s safe to come out Mine, Ailith bespoke her rider, her voice overlayed with grief. I am waiting on the ledge for you. Trusting her dragon, Valeena emerged from under the bed eyes darting around the room before running to Ailith wrapping her arms tightly around the ashen dragon. Let’s go back to our Weyr now.
I will battle for the sun.
Cause I have stared down the barrel of a gun.
No fun, you are a cheap and nasty fake.
And I am the bones you couldn’t break!
Cause I have stared down the barrel of a gun.
No fun, you are a cheap and nasty fake.
And I am the bones you couldn’t break!
From that day forth Valeena was thrusted into the intricacies of the Weyr, having gone from bit player to leader in the space of a few short days. Those that had been in alliance with Dabria sought her out merely a day after the death of the Weyrwoman. And yet there was no question as to where her loyalties lay, her newly conceived hatred for D’myn not having lessened in intensity, knowing that by siding with Dabria’s contacts not only was she undermining D’myn but seeking vengeance. And yet for all her resentment she managed to keep it well concealed when around D’myn, giving no indication that she knew of the circumstances surrounding Dabria’s death, choosing for the time being to give the Weyrleader the impression she was submissive and obedient.
Father: B’liner of Brown Peklinth (51 Turns-Identity of father unknown to Valeena, she only knows him to be a brown rider at Talune Weyr)
Mother: Cera, Drudge at Talune Hold (44)
Siblings: None that she knows of (possible her father might have sired other children)
Children: Two sons though she does not know whether either are still alive and if so where they are.
Pets: None as of yet
Dragon Name: Ailith
Dragon Color: Gold
Age: 2
Personality: Ailith has a shrewd intelligence that far surpasses that of a normal gold, most likely a survival of the fittest manifestation that allows her to endure, and lead, in a Weyr that consists of mutants with such dangerous powers, such as the Miseries and Wildfires. It keeps her one step ahead of tbose who would attempt to manipulate her and use her position of power for their own desires. As far as golds go she can be positively scheming, however this is again another survival technique, and one that is only evident when the Queen perceives a threat, and is used to diffuse situations.
She is not malicious, and will not plot purely for the sake of creating chaos and discord. In fact she hates useless caranage and violence for, unlike the rather large number of her Weyr who seem to enjoy it. Mind she is not naïve. Ailith realizes that at times physical measures are the only way to make some people and dragons learn however what she can not understand is Xanturnoth and D’myn’s desire to decimate the other Weyrs when for the most part they leave Black Sands well enough alone.
The young gold is serious, and even as a weyrling, Ailith was rarely playful, choosing to spend her time more wisely by keeping herself clean, or figuring out which dragons held ill will towards herself and her Mine. She treats her new found role as Senior Queen with great solemnity, realizing just how much weight the position carries and how precarious her position is should shelet her guard down at anytime. Ailith also recognises that of all the dragons in the Weyr she is perhaps the only one that has even the smallest amount of control on Xanturnoth, for if she chooses another male in her upcoming flight he could lose his position as Weyrleader, and hence a measure of the iron fister control he exerts.
Ailith is incredibly vain and fussy. She hates being dirty and bathes daily while having Valeena oil her every other day so her hide always remains polished and glistening. This tendency extends to the way she eats, rather than mauling her food, she picks at it delicately, hating the idea of smearing herself with animal fat and juices.
The young gold does not rush into decisions impulsively; instead she weighs up all sides of an argument before coming to a conclusion. She is incredibly obstinate, as the majority of her color are. Once her mind is made up on a subject it would take some very impressive persuasion, or exploitation, for her to be convinced that her views are inaccurate particularly considering the rather thorough contemplation that brought her to the decision in the first place.
While Ailith has no qualms bespeaking humans other than Valeena, she will not mince her words, only speaking when she has something to say and using her words for maximum effect, preferring a direct approach.
Appearance: As a newborn dragon Ailith was rather lanky, her wings and legs were thin and long, where as her upper body was more muscular and stocky. Luckily this was just an adolescent phase and now, as Ailith fast approaches sexual maturation her body is in perfect proportion for a gold; legs, wings and body all effective in tandem to produce what is truly a breathtaking dragon As for size Ailith sits slightly above average at 43 metres long. Ailith carries herself regally, as befitting a dragon of her rank, and rather like her rider maintains perfect posture.
Her hide is a range of golds, the base color a marvelous antique gold. Over this, and in particularly covering her dorsal surface is an almost swirl like pattern of a more yellow gold, the effect similar to getting two pots of paint, one of antique and one of yellow gold, and spinning a paint bursh through them. Lighter speckles, so light they may almost be regarded as white gold, scatter across her hind legs and tail, with a few stray, larger spots dotting her belly. As with all dragons native to Black Sands she sports a matte black six-pointed star on her right flank, and the sparkle of her hide is somewhat diminished due to the black cast that is also a result of having Hatched at Black Sands, however rather than being ashamed that her hide does not quite glisten with the same intensity that the golds of other Weyrs does, she believes it makes her look less like a gaudy trinket and more like a piece of fine jewelery that has been lovingly passed down as an heirloom.
