Character Description:

She stands tall with a mass of blond hair, the rich shade of gold one finds in
 old paintings. She has high, slanting cheekbones and a sharp, stubborn jaw.
 Her skin refuses to tan, remaining a delicate peach to contrast with the
 violet-blue of her eyes. An elegant slant of nose sits able pouty red lips.
 The unique color of her eyes, and her offhanded elegant sexuality, allows her
 to stand out above others in most situations. Her body is constantly in
 motion, never still for long, fueled by some inner energy that never seems to
 need replenishing.
Soft leathers shaded a gentle powder blue fit her tightly, as if a second
 skin. The soft, fleecy lining of her jacket peeks out, snow white aginst the
 dark navy of her undertunic. Form-fitting pants, the same shade as her
 jacket, meld to her form before disappearing into the knee high black boots.
 Trim work in a light violet gives just the perfect accent of color to this
 ensemble. Matching gloves and hat often accompany, usually tucked into the
 delicate black belt that circles her waist. The buckle of the belt, a silver
 snowflake set with a small moonstone in its center, sets off as the only
 fancy addition to the entire outfit.  Chaye is wearing Silver and Moonstone
 Earrings and Necklace.
The golden yellow and pitch black of Igen intertwine to form a double cord,
 single loop, and long tail, bound with silver thread. An icey blue cord is
 slipped intno the knot, showing she has a blue lifemate. A patch is proudly
 displayed on the shoulder of her jacket to show she is a SandStormer
 Wingrider. The white and yellow of the HerderCraft also make an appearance,
 showing to all that she also holds the title of Journeyman of that craft.

Character Background:

The young Chay was just another weyrbrat who lived to terrorize the nannies, steal hot bubblies and get into trouble with her best buds. Her days were filled with such fun until at 15T with a prank too many, she was sent off to the herders, since she had shown a fondness before for animals. Perhaps that would straighten her out.. if anything, it got her away from the weyr!

The hall took some getting used to at first, but soon, Chay found her niche, and learned to love the disorderly organization, rising in ranks quickly for one who started so late many thought, reaching Jman at 20.

She was helping a rider with a set of broken straps, trying to fit them onto the blue's neck when he took a shine to her, refusing to let her off his neck until she'd consented to returning to the weyr to stand. Her? Return to the weyr? The same one who'd kicked her out 5 years before, dusted it's hands and turned it's back on her, weyr? Why suurrreee! If anything, there was a score to settle with a  nanny or two!

Being one of the eldest in the group of candidates, she was looked to for guidance and the occasional suggestion of a prank or two! And, being that she grew up at the weyr, she knew all the neat little hidey-holes and back ways, and gladly taught them to her fellow candidates. Their group was one long remembered as the only group to get a complete set of leader undies to string up in the living caverns!

Then that day came. And no, we aren't talking about Chay's 21st Turnday either, which it was! We're talking about the day when dragons and flits started humming to signal the impending hatching of the 20 eggs on the sands. Chay dropped what she was doing, much to the delight of the cook since she was in the middle of helping fix the noonday meal, and ran to get ready. Breathless and excited, Chay and the other candidates gather, dressed in their slapped-together robes, and anxiously await the ok to file out onto the
 Sands. Bows given, Chay and a few of her new buds stand to the side, watching wide-eyed as eggs rock, tremble and explode, leaving wet dragonets behind in the sands. As time creeps by, she's left there alone, her two friends claimed by blue and brown. She'd lost track of the eggs, lost track of that certain favorite egg with dragonets stumbling and Impressing all around her. Looking
 up, violet eyes meet whirling ones and time stops. The cool minty touch of a blue coils around her mind, that crystal clear voice reaches out to her for the first time, and the bond of Impression is made, the best Turnday gift anyone could receive!

Weyrlinghood is more work, work that Chay thrives on as she strives to do well and to stay out of trouble. Her hard work is paid off when she is named Wingsecond. Drills are learned and memorized, executed with certain pizzazz and style all the blue's own.

Graduation day arrives and Chay and the blue move into the life of a Wingrider, but, unlike her earlier mischievous ways, is often looked on as one of the dependable ones now. But, it doesn't stop her from the occasional prank on a friend, especially if she believes that friend to need a little laughter in their lives at the moment.

Feeling restless and seeking new sights and experiences, Chay has requested a transfer to Igen Weyr, the weyr that once dusted it's hands of her, was now sorry to see her leave

She settled into her new home, making friends left and right. A new wing brings challenges, as does learning new names and faces. Time seems to fly by as she and her blue learns the ropes of their new home, though she finds herself impressed to several of those
smaller versions of her bit blue flying stomach - something she'd avoided quite well back home. Must be the water...

A few months after a chance trip to Telgar Weyr sends her to the healers to confirm a nasty suspicion which proves to be true - she's pregnant. Something that she'd been avoiding after a miscarriage several Turns before. Unsure just who the father might be
after attending several flights at Telgar one weekend, Chaye keeps quiet and goes about her normal day-to-day routine. That is, until one day, sick of being fat, and not getting enough sleep, she gets involved in a conversation with another prenant bluerider, Ane'y, about how she hates coming home to a quiet weyr and going through the pregnancy alone. One thing leads to another, and the two decide to join forces as weyrmates. Pretty soon, Ane'y is moved into Chaye's life and weyr, both riders looking forward to the arrival of their babies.

A few months later, Chaye's sons arrive with much fuss and hollaring from the bluerider, not to mention, finger clenching of her weyrmate. The two small babes are named Aren and Eran, and though small enough to give the healers a moment of panic, soon become strong and healthy.  With their dark red hair and bright blue eyes, it's without a doubt that Chaye names the father as A'ran, rider of green Ninalyth from Telgar Weyr. A letter is sent out to the new father and she sits back to wait to see if he'll respond.

Soon, A'ran arrives, angry with Chaye that she waited till then to tell him she was pregnant, though he understands once things are explained. Tears glitter in the greenrider's eyes as he is presented with his sons, and he promises to help her out in any way possible.

To be Continued...

Blue Jazyth

Pale ribbons of indigo streak across this dragon's back before blending
 gracefully into a near-lavender on his sides, finally melting into a frozen
 white on his belly. Cool, icy mists drench strong headknobs and a broad,
 prominent muzzle, their dark navy frozen and lightened around the edges.
 Snowy white is wind-scattered across cerulean wing membranes, drifting
 heavily in the creases along his spares. Indigo and lavender dance and swirl
 down the lengthy tail, the tip white as if he'd dipped it into a snow bank.
 Similar colors cascade down each limb where they end in shiny black talons.
Marbled wisps of white amidst the deep violet of these thick leather straps,
 all held together by smaller strips of lighter lavender. Soft white pads
 prevent Jazyth's more sensitive areas from irritation. The buckles and metal
 fastenings, snowflake-patterned silver set with small well-polished
 moonstones, gleam with a well cared for shine.

Fire Lizards:

NotASack
The warm glow of dying lamplight on tarnished brass pools over muzzle and
 'ridges, waning over the truncate arc of neck and all but gone at the hulking
 juncture of shoulders: swallowed by the swarthy ebony of outer wingsails,
 wrapped cloaklike to muffle polished mahogany tail with more subdued tones.
 The voluminous wings encourage the sulking, sneaking, skulking habits of this
 massive brown, but he loves nothing more than to flare his sails wide, rashly
 exposing flesh-pink inner membranes and incongruously dangling limbs.
 

Sili
Technology's sheen lines limbs foreshortened with futurist's motion;
 antiseptic perfection glistens from every rainbowed ridge.  Watercolor washes
 of pink and gold promise mesmerizing dances of the sun upon stained-glass
 lime hide, while the hint of muscle well-aligned in powerful legs suggests
 she could match every quiver of light.  Copper races in parallel pinstripes
 across left side and wing, revealing hidden depths of emerald and silver when
 examined. Tiny but well-made, she will rule with pure superiority.  Others
 can be flawed, but she cannot;  on her slim shoulders rests the future of
 life, the universe, and everything.  Or so she thinks.
 

Broody
Byronic extremism permeates every gaunt angle and droopy joint of this blue,
 the slightly mismatched set of his bulging eyes adding to the imbalance
 inherent in his posture. Rich mulberry billows through cerulean undertones,
 marbled with lavender and indigo to lend him the touch of royalty he needs.
 Fate weighs heavy on his narrow shoulders, turning an action as simple as the
 lifting of overlarge wings into a horrendous chore. The glittering jewel
 tones that limn wingspars and soften 'sails into smooth sunrises of color
 therefore remain hidden. His brooding demeanor can tolerate no such frivolous
 hues, after all.
 

Lupin
Silvery tufts of styalized fur dance across the body of this sturdily built
 'lizard, skimming along muscular body, dipping into darkened hollows and
 following irregular bumps. Even long, lithe arms and legs are covered in
 uniquely-decorated hide, paws ending in wickedly curved talons. Whipish tail
 flicks back and forth, offering balance to the streamlined beast, and long
 wings sprout from back, still distinctly marked with soft fur-shapes. Muzzle
 seems constantly peeled back in a snarl, discolored teeth glistening against
 the silver-blue shimmer of the delicate hide.
 

Hagrid
Half giant? His extraordinary size certainly lends to that idea. Firelizard is
 not only set with bones far beyond what is common for his ilk, but is graced
 with an expansive girth as well. Dark, near black, browns of sodden earth and
 midnight-blanketed bark color his barrel chest, darken down the length of his
 hardy torso, and then glisten upon the muscles of his heavy haunches. Power
 merges with size to be covered in a glossy hide of brindled browns while his
 ridges, talons, and sails are painted with ebony's oil, leaving a greasy
 sheen despite the blackness. Even though this firelizard presents an
 impressive figure, it is what exists beyond the physical that adds heights to
 his apparent darkness. Well-meaning, yet often bungled, threads of spun
 diamond limn his soft angles; his true self.
 

Mischif
Mischevious face is crowned with spiky headknobs that shine with an intense
 red gleam.  Coursing over thin, awkward body is a red sheen that glistens as
 it flows and leaves a dark tide behind it.  Long limbs jut from body and thin
 tail follows, almost like an afterthought.   Bronze gives way to bright
 copper red on out-spread wings, wings which can cut strongly through the air.
 Talons, tinged with ash, click gently on the ground.
 

Cyanos
Brilliant azure streaks his thin form, tracing the shock of wildly curved
 headknobs and smattering down his sinuous throat to splash in a wild array of
 blues and greys that glitter across his scant shoulders and back.  Cerulean
 perks his huge wings, spraying fine lines along sparbone and over filmy
 fingersails. Mischievious to the core, he can often be found in the middle of
 the fun... or the latest chase!
 
 

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