Character Description:

A young woman stands before you. Often quiet and forever looking upwards,
 she's usually looked over in a crowd. She can best be described as average.
 Her 5'5" frame is of average build, not too thin and not too large. Her hair,
 dark as the night's sky, falls straight as a board to mid back. It is often
 times pushed behind her small ears when not hurriedly pulled back with some
 odd piece of wherhide or string. Pale ivory skin shows that she is seldom
 caught out during the daylight hours, her work keeping her up during the
 night.  With friends, she jokingly refers to her skin having a 'Moontan'.
 Her eyes, however, are not average, their dark blue quite startling in her
 pale face when she turns them on you. Below her eyes, an average nose and
 pale pink lips dwell.
She wears a soft light blue shirt, the long sleeves flowing down to snug cuffs
 at her wrists. Around the collar and cuffs, tiny stars and moons are stitched
 in gold and silver threads. Her shirt is tucked into a dark blue skirt which
 swirls around her feet. Several large pockets can be found at the hips of her
 skirt, handy for placing things in she may need. Threaded through loops at
 the waist of her skirt, a dark and light blue braided leather belt rests, the
 buckle, a silver star. Her feet are incased in dark blue wherhide boots.

Character Background:

Was it Fate? Perhaps Destiny? Whatever you want to call it, it had a hand in
 Solaria's life, starting even before she was born. How so? Read on!

It all started on a cool clear night. A very pregnant Naria was traveling with
 her mate, Salernar to her family's home near Tillek from outside Crom. Naria
 had been fussy all day long (read, nagging!) and  finally had convinced her
 mate to take her to see her mother. Then, much to Salernar's dismay, Naria
 went into labor half way to Tillek. There they were  on the road in the
 middle of nowhere! Under the night's sky ablaze with a spectacular meteor
 shower, Salernar delivered the baby girl. The parents were so happy, they
 named her for the stars above them to remind them of that night...

From an early age, Solaria was fascinated by the night's sky.  Forever asking
 questions -- What's those bright things in the sky Da? Do you think a dragon
 could fly to Belior? -- her parents knew that some day she'd find someone who
 could answer those questions better than they could.  As the years went by,
 Solaria spent more and more time looking up at the night's sky, dreaming
 about the stars and what they may hold for Pern.  Hearing about the StarCraft
 Hall, Solaria made a few visits when in Crom with her parents, amazed that
 she wasn't the only one out there dreaming of stars!  Returning home was
 hard, for she didn't want to leave the Hall and the few friends she'd made in
 the short time she'd been there.  Amazingly enough, on her next turnday, her
 parents brought her back to the Hall, and told her if she wished, they'd
 allow her to join. Did she wish?!?!? With a hug and a kiss to each of her
 parents, she left, taking her place among all the new Apprentices, the
 simple knot of blue and yellow meaning so much to her.

Times passes quickly for Solaria.  Promotions come and go, pranks,  heartache,
 and renewal.  Friends leave and find lifemate's in the weyrs or get posted
 elsewhere. Finally, /the/ day arrives.. the day that Solaria walks the table
 to become Master! Afterwards, days pass in teaching classes, watching over
 new apprentices, and being someone the apprentices can come to when they need
 to talk.  Though she seems to always have her head stuck in the clouds, she
 is friendly and can usually be talked into helping anyone with just about
 anything.

For a few turns, Solaria was missing from around the Hall.  Her return
 prompted many questions.  Who was she? Where was she? She's a Master?  Some
 rumors said she had left because of a broken heart while others hinted at a
 baby and still others, a family emergency. Which was true? Only a few people
 knew.

A few Turns went by, and new friends were made, including that of
 MasterStarSmith Darwin. A close friendship evolved, though it was kept secret
 in the beginning, it was let out during the trip the hall made to Igen Weyr
 to repair the farviewer there. Surprise could be seen on a few of the
 apprentice's faces as the two Master's spent a great deal of time together,
 talking, teasing, and laughing often. Reaching the weyr, tragedy struck in
 the guise of a lame runner and a weyrling pair who popped in from ::between::
 above. Darwin was left unconscious in a coma and paralyzed from the neck down.

Solaria had had her suspicions on the trip to Igen, and a sevenday later, had
 them confirmed by a healer - she was with child. But, how could that be?
 She'd been told that she'd never bare a child again by the healer who had
 taken care of her after a miscarriage. Perhaps, miracles do happen, for she
 -was- with child. Excited, she waited for Darwin to awaken so she could tell
 him the news - that he was to be a father.

Waiting is hard, Solaria soon finds out. As the months pass, her belly grows,
 and still, Darwin does not wake.  Finally, one afternoon, whispered words are
 heard from the cot - he wakes! Solaria is there to speak with him, telling
 him of the accident, and then finally, of the soon to arrive child. He slips
 back into unconsciousness again, and Solaria holds on to the fact that he did
 wake!

A few sevendays later, it is time, and the child lets her know. Luckily, she
 is with Betha, a bluerider, in the caverns, who helps her into the infirmary.
 Finding not the first healer around, Betha becomes midwife for Solaria's babe
 demmands to be born -now-. With curses heard out into the caverns, they are
 eventually joined by S'than, another bluerider from Telgar Wery, who'd been a
 healer apprentice before Impressing. Last, they are joined by another, this
 time Sol's friend, Journeyman Kyliea. A daughter is born - beautiful and
 healthy. No sooner than they get the babe cleaned up and in her mother's
 arms, a whisper is heard from Darwin's bed wondering just what is going on.
 He is told by Betha and the others of his newest title - Father. Wanting to
 hold his daughter, he is helped to sit up, and his daughter placed in his
 motionless arms. Names are bantered around for the tiny little girl, no one
 noticing Darwin's quick lose of energy untill he speaks...

"Daria.. call her Daria...." Darwin breathes, then draws in a slow, rattling
 breath, head sagging until his chin touches his chest.

With a cry, three flits disappear ::between:: from above his bed, never to be
 heard of again - a horrible sign that Master Darwin's death has truely
 happened. Grief grips those present in the infirmary as the news rings out by
 dragon and fire lizard to all of Pern - the MasterStarSmith is gone. Solaria
 is left to tend to the last arrangements for him. Afterwards, with a short
 visit to his parents to introduce them to their grandchild, she returns once
 more to home... the StarCraft Hall.

A few turns go by and her daughter grows into a happy smiling toddler. Solaria is strapped with much of the Craft business since Sidhra hides in her office, refusing to come out very often, telling everyone that Darwin will be back and that she's just watching over things till he does.  Combined with outlandish proclamations, her reign as CraftMaster comes to an end one afternoon with an arrival of a group to the hall. The group is  made of several Masters, Holders, and Weyrleaders. They file into the hall, and after pausing long enough to tbe pointed towards the Master Starsmith's office, enters and closes the door firmly behind them. A short time later, it's opened and a request sent for Master Solaria to join them. She's fetched from class, and the waiting begins
 again.

Before long, the group emerges from behind closed doors. Sidhra announces her
 immediate retirement, naming Solaria to be her replacement before she
 disappears back into the office. The news seems to be true for Master Solaria
 is seen to sport a new knot...

And now, the fun begins as she takes over as MasterStarsmith of  Pern...
 
 
 

Daria (NPC)
at 3 Turns...
A happy toddler greets you with a smile, bubbling laughter often accompanying
 her every tottering footstep. Dark blond ringlets spring free of the tails
 her mother has tried to capture them in, surrounding her chubby face with
 softening curls. A cute button nose is dusted with freckles above small
 rosebud mouth, often found with a thumb stuck within. Dark blue eyes watch
 the world curiously, mischief found easily enough to keep her poor mother
 running after her.
She wears a small tunic, it's light blue covered with stars in bright
 cheerfull yellow. Navy trous cover her legs, knees faded from crawling along
 the floor. The tiniest of wherhide boots fit her feet, ready to take her
 places.

Perezoso

This mass of sleekly glimmering midnight fur looks more like a mountain of
 darkness than a feline, and is about as mobile. Yet every once in a while,
 the tip of a smokey grey tail twitches, or copper eyes open lazily to a
 squint to peer resentfully at some interruption, whether real or imagined,
 and give away that this is, indeed, a living creature, rather than a statue
 of voluptuous feline contentment. She wears a collar of blue and yellow from
 which a tag hangs: 'Perezoso' on one side and on the other, ' Return to
 Solaira if lost.'

Autumn:

Demanding blue eyes peer up from the stark whiteness that shapes like a mask
 on a backdrop of umber ... the first of many leafish splotches - cream,
 reddish-brown, midnight - that migrate down short fur of snowy hue, the last
 color predominating. The plumpness of ease begins to hint at his stomach
 without quite being definite. A fluffy plume of voluminous tail bobbles
 expressively behind him, whether he is mincing along or at rest. He wears a
 collar of blue and yellow from which a tag hangs: 'Autumn' on one side and on
 the other, ' Return to Solaira if lost.'

  Whipcord:

Rich mud is daubed in vivid grass-green, sweeping 'cross wide wings' length to
 bony shoulders. Whip-thin, hide is stretched taut betwixt 'spars and 'ridges,
 leading up to mica-touched head. Razor-keen intelligence shines from
 protruding eyes, with a wit to match; sharp tongued and bright-humored, a
 direct contrast to the land that birthed him. Ebon talons gleam, though the
 tips are blunted, more used to use as utensils rather than weapons.
He bears two bands around his left hind leg. The first is of the bright yellow
 and dark blue of the StarCraft and the other band is the yellow and light
 blue of Crom Hold.

  Tumbleweed

Little, lithe and lean, this sand- and tumbleweed-colored brown fire-lizard is
 built for stealth and speed. His tail, long and thin, is quicker than the
 eye, often found looped around something or other. Feet are delicate and
 agile, ending in well-honed talons; his muzzle is sharp, beneath the rakish
 tilt of his brow. His wings are a little tiny even for his size, easily
 folded neatly against his side till they nearly disappear.
He bears two bands around his left hind leg. The first is of the bright yellow
 and dark blue of the StarCraft and the other band is the yellow and light
 blue of Crom Hold.

  Gweenie
Smaller than usual, this delicate and fragile creature hums with pure energy,
 always moving, never still. Verdancy clings like a cloak, enfolding her
 within it's depths before allowing peeks of a soft dappled yellow-green to be
 seen - the color highlighting her muzzle and easing down her neck before it's
 lost within the darkness beyond. Dark forest clings to her hide before
 melting away to reveal the lighter yellow-green at paws and mid-way down her
 tail. Wingsails are outlined, shown off to perfection, by the darker green, a
 surprising rainbow of color swirling across their length.
She bears two bands around her left hind leg. The first is of the bright
 yellow and dark blue of the StarCraft and the other band is the yellow and
 light blue of Crom Hold.

  Bwonie
Sinfully rich chocolate flows over the hide of this flit, sticky sweet as it
 meets gooey caramel drizzled over headknobs, down his back and left to drip
 down his legs. A bit of melted marshmellow swirls within the darkness, adding
 a bit of cream froth to joints and wingsails. Plump is he, for who wants to
 watch their waistline when there's sweets about to try?
He bears two bands around his left hind leg. The first is of the bright yellow
 and dark blue of the StarCraft and the other band is the yellow and light
 blue of Crom Hold.

Aeneus
Sparkling bronze ripples across the hidden muscles of this firelizard,
 wavering in its intensity as light tiptoes across his hide. Gold dust sheens
 the filigreed copper tracings across his wings which shadow his sleek form
 beneath a canopy of honeyed-bronze. Shiny ebon talons grace his paws, always
 kept razor sharp. With his large wings tucked against his back and his long
 tail curled around him, he sits - calmly, quietly -   preferring to watch the
 world move around him.
He bears two bands around his left hind leg. The first is of the bright yellow
 and dark blue of the StarCraft and the other band is the yellow and light
 blue of Crom Hold.
 
 
 

  Solaria and Darwin at the 'Wings
  What do you get when you mix two tired Masters? Read on! ;)
Once again the two Master's confuse the apprentices.