Lateo Sr. Weyrwoman Kyparla of Gold Savath

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Rider Information

Name: Kyparla

Nickname: Parla

Honorific: N/A

Gender: Female

Birthing Turn: 2477 (age 30)

Orientation: Straight

Location: Lateo Weyr

Rank: Sr. Weyrwoman

Wing: Queen's Wing

Standing:
Being Hold bred, Kyparla is a wee bit biased. She believes that the Weyrs should up hold their honor and the teaching songs. After all, what worth would a dragon have unless it was acting as protector. She has had a taste of a bronze rider’s lording… no thank you, then again some Lord Holders aren't much better.

Pets:
One over eager, testosterone driven brown firelizard. The gold rider saved Rico from a mother feline and hasn’t been able to get rid of him...so much for good deeds.

The little brown is usually very fun loving and enjoys getting into everything… very curious. Nothing phases him wither it is the Headwoman swinging a broom at him or a Wingrider chunking rocks… It’s all good. He is sweet and amorous... Especially to the greens of the Weyr. Oh… not to mention possessive of both Savath and Parla.

Even though he can act wherrie headed… don’t let that fool you, Rico would rain fall down on anyone that tired to harm his Kyparla.

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Family:

Children

Daughter: Kymin
Birthing Turn: 2502, close to Turns End
Father: E’mion (Endymion) of Bronze Malekith
Black hair, light green eyes

Miscarriage: 2503

Daughter: Kalyha
Birthing Turn:2504
Father: G’llahar (Gallahar) of Bronze Phelanth
Red hair, light green eyes.

Son: Kyllahar
Birthing Turn: 2506
Father: G’llahar (Gallahar) of Bronze Phelanth
Blond hair, light green eyes


Extended Family

Great Granddame: Retired Beastcrafter Larla aka Gran
Birthing Turn: ~ 2404 (no one can remember her birthing day or turn, and Larla isn’t telling.)

The frail looking woman is grandmother to Lotzak and great-grandmother to his children. She came from Ruatha Hold to the Beastcrafter Hall when she was 14 turns, learning the craft and reaching a rank of Journeywoman before marrying.

Gran, at the age of 19 married into a bloodline from the lands of Keroon and made it her home raising a total of 14 children by 3 different men. All three men passed before Larla’s 60th birthing turn. Her first husband was kicked in the head by a runnerbeast and died two seven days later without ever regaining his senses. She later married his brother and after he passed from a heart aliment, she married a cousin of the pair. After 20 turns of marriage to the saucy woman, he passed in his sleep. After Grazak’s death, Larla decided she need not marry again, preferring to dedicate her time to her many children and grand children.

In her younger years Gran was known to join the men in the occasional raid on other holds' herds, it was tradition.

It is from Larla that it is thought Kyparla gets her sea green eyes and auburn hair. Everyone knows it is where Kyparla got her hot temper and stubborn streak.

Gran is a small woman, only standing 4’10, but you don’t notice her height or age at all…all you notice is a woman full of fire and charisma.

Kyparla’s Gran pushed her to find what she loved, and grab hold of it, never looking back. Gran taught Kyparla that it was she that had to live with her decisions in the end…no one else.



Father: Masterherder Lotzak,
Birthing Turn: 2449
Lotzak is not a tall man, but he is stout. Muscular from all the years he has spent working in his craft. He has dark black hair, just starting to sprinkle with gray and eyes that are a piercing shade of emerald green. He has a dark olive complexion that gives him a sun kissed look year round. Lotzak also has a strong jaw, which has a stubborn set to it…much like Larla.

Mother: Pylar
Birthing Turn: 2453
Blond hair blue eyes. The quiet woman is taller than her husband Lotzak, but they still make a good match. She is fair of face, a reedy type woman with broad hips from birthing so many children. She has light skin, much like Larla’s and only her mother’s side of the family is ancestrally from Keroon. Her father moved from the mountains of Benden when he was but 18 turns old, trying his hand as a herder.


Brother: Journeyman Tanner Lyzak
Birthing Turn: 2473
Dark hair like his father, has blue gray eyes like his mother. Tall, not as stout as his father. Dark olive skin as well. Widowed. Wife Malie died in childbirth at the age of 22.

Son: Lyren Birthing Turn: 2503 Mother: Darena



Sister: Lozya
Birthing Turn: 2475
Dark like her father, taller like her mother. Green eyes like her father, with an olive complexion.

Married to Journeyman Healer Tavor
Birthing Turn: 2461

Children:
Daughter: Tazya Birthing Turn: 2595

Son: Talo Birthing Turn: 2599

Daughter: Vora Birthing Turn: 2502

Daughter: Zory Birthing Turn: 2503

Son: Tavlor Birthing Turn: 2506



Sister: Pazla
Birthing Turn: 2479
Pazla is again with child and should give birth in another 7 months. Blond hair, gray eyes and short. A bit heavier through the bust and hip than her sisters or mother. Was always joked at that she would make a good broodmare. Something that Belan still teases her about at times.

Married to: Belan, a small Keroon land holder
Birthing Turn: 2475

Son: Pazlan Birthing Turn: 2500

Son: Belzan Birthing Turn: 2502

Daughter: Baza Birthing Turn: 2503

Son: Lalen Birthing Turn: 2504

Son: Parlan Birthing Turn: 2506



Brother: Journeyman Beastcrafter Pazak
Birthing Turn: 2480

Blond, dark green eyes, dark complexion from all the exposure to the sun that comes with herding. About 4 turns ago he went on his first raid... Herdbeast stealing is tradition after all... much like it was in the Scottish highlands of old Terra... It is he that is in line to hold after his father.



Sister:Lota
Birthing Turn: 2483
Black hair, gray eyes fair skin. Tallish.

Married to: Herder Rorlin
Birthing Turn: 2479

Son: Lorin Birthing Turn: 2503

Son: Tolan Birthing Turn: 2505

Daughter: Lorla Birthing Turn: 2506



Sister: Katlar
Birthing Turn: 2486
Black hair, dark green eyes, and olive skin.

Married to: Trader Henel
Birthing Turn: 2478

Daughter: Natlen


Sister: Yala
Birthing Turn: 2489
Black hair, dark green eyes, and olive skin.


Sister: Rola
Birthing Turn: 2492
Black hair, dark green eyes, and olive skin


Sister: Zaza
Birthing Turn: 2494
Deceased, coughing sickness
(twin) blond, dark green eyes, fair skin


Brother: Razak
Birthing Turn: : 2494
(twin) blond, dark green eyes fair skin


Brother: Tullak
Birthing Turn: 2496
Black hair

Sister: Zalla
Birthing Turn: 2499
Black hair

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Appearance:

Kyparla is a small woman to say the least. She stands right at the unimpressive height of 5’3” and weighs every bit of 121 lbs when soaking wet. Although, somehow her personality makes her seem bigger at times.

She is lean… in top physical shape and looks good. Lets just say all the candle marks spent riding a dragon have made the most of the gifts the rider was already born with.

The gold rider’s arms are sculpted, long and lean. She doesn’t have an ounce of fat on them or the rest of her body for that matter. Her stomach is flat, even after the birth of two children. Stretch marks exetend from her navel to the outside of her hips. The same run on the outside of both her breasts. She has nicely rounded hips and small but full, shapely breasts. Her legs are long in relation to her body and quite muscular., almost too muscular, a side effect of riding runners her entire life, of being born a herder and now her life spent as a dragonrider. If there was one thing she would change it would be the size of her thighs and her ass…

Even though very athletic, the gold rider’s figure does not leaned credence to that assumption. She is extremely feminine, a woman suited to breeding or bedding, not one you would necessarily picture astride a dragon. Not someone you would imagine allowed to be married off to the Weyr.

Fine of bone and covered with beautiful alabaster white skin that just barely tans, giving her a slightly sun kissed look, her face is beautiful. The only mark that mars the gold rider’s face is a small scar above her left eye. When she was 9 she tripped over the front steps to the hold and hit her head on the paving stones. Her da had to give her stitches. She has a small nose and high cheekbones, perhaps a combination of Irish and Norse ancestry from ancient earth, but no one of Pern would know this, not even the family that she was born to.

Deep-set eyes are placed wide on her fair face and are only now showing signs of wrinkles at the edges. A by product of worry and personal sorrow. They are a strange green, an exotic shade of green that mimic the seas of Pern. A storm of emotion can charge through those eyes in a dragons breath or they can be as cold as stone, as still as a sea without wind. Be warned, it is better to see anger flash in those beautiful eyes than to see nothing at all.

Kyparla was both blessed and cursed with long wavy auburn hair that at one time went well past her hips. The gold rider’s one vanity is her hair. It has always set her apart… first from her siblings and now from most of the other women in the Weyr. When younger, she would have killed to be like everyone else, to escape the teasing, but as she grows older, she enjoys the attention it gets her.

As for how she wears it? Usually down, in a half twist held in place with hair sticks, or in a loose braid with wisps falling down around her long shapely neck and heart shaped face. When flying, she keeps hair braided and pinned tight to her head.


Clothing:

The dragonrider is most comfortable in leather riding pants and billowy peasant style linen blouses that tend to slide off of her shoulders. Over those she usually wears a leather or stiff cloth corset. She also loves to wear tall leather riding boots that come up to her thighs and fit snugly. They are of a dark brown shade, and seem to always be scuffed... No matter how much she polishes. They are well worn, but she refuses to get rid of them. Those boots always helped to protect her legs from brush when she rode herd and now they help to save her legs from the cold of between.

To say the least, Parla really likes her riding boots...don’t mess with her riding boots...it could get you hurt.

The gold rider also wears a matching leather flight jacket when the weather is nasty or she is betweening. It seems to be just as scuffed as her boots, and just as comfortable.

If staying at the Weyr and not out and about, Parla likes to wear skirts made of light linen that wrap around her waist and hang loosely, hitting just above the knee. She also wears tops made of the same material that bare her stomach and her arms…anything to save you from the tropical heat of Lateo. Although she sometimes wears sandals that lace to the knee, due to the tough grasses and the tunnel snakes she still tends to keep her boots on even with her skirts…merely folding them down at the knee. Since becoming Sr. Weyrwoman, this is what you find her in the most.

Kyparla does not have much occasion to wear fancier dresses…but when given the opportunity she is more than happy to put one on, and has learned from Ollandra, Revonna, and Mariska that sometimes more skin goes hand in hand with getting your way… with twisting the Bronze and Brown riders into agreeing with you and doing your bidding.

Her favorite colors are dark blackish greens, golds and reds. Her clothes, at least the majority of them, tend to reflect this preference.

Fav Foods/Drinks

Kyparla loves plain yogurt and soft cheeses, things that were plentiful at her home hold. It has been hard for her to get used to having all the fresh fruits that are overly abundant in the south, she still is in awe that she can have fresh juice or fruit when she wants. To her it will probably always be a treat.

The gold rider is also a fan of wine mainly red or one of the sparkling blushes. She always has at least one glass with her meals... it is on rare occasion that she gets drunk though. Fortus is almost as good as Benden… almost.

Her down fall... that would have to be Klah. Kyparla is a Klah fiend, loving the stimulating beverage. She has to watch how much she drinks... otherwise she won't sleep for days. It helps her keep up with records... but doesn't help the dark circles that like to try to form under her eyes.

"Good Klah should be black like between, hot like the Hatching Sands, and sweeter than a first kiss."

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Personality:

Kyparla has a hot temper and a sharp tongue, honed by turns spent in a Weyr full of arrogant males. Most who have been on the cross side of the gold rider tend to tread softly around her afterwards. You truly do not want to be on this petite beauty’s bad side. Time though as Weyrwoman has taught her to hold her tongue, not to wield it so freely.. But to wait for the appropriate moment to flay and brand. There are other ways to gain what you want… ways to manipulate. She is no longer the scared little girl who impressed a pretty shiny gold.

The redhead, much like her great granddame, has a stubborn streak a dragonlength long and not even fog, fall or fire will move her once her mind is set on something. At times she can be willful and reckless, but for the most part she is sweet and kind, giving almost to a fault but don’t push her past her limits… she will push back and push hard.

Most get along with her at least on the surface, but few know her, the real her. She is great at wearing masks. As Sr. Weyrwoman, it pays to keep people at a distance. It makes it easier to make decisions, it also keeps her heart safe. If you look close enough though you can catch glimpses of dreams unmet and sorrows that have cut deep.

Kyparla for the most part was brought up to be a modest person, never having much experience to speak of, but the roughness of some of the male riders has changed that. She is long past blushing.

The gold rider never really had the time for a lover, though a few did try to court her. While at home she had to help take care of 7 younger bothers and sisters…besides, hold girls weren’t to behave that way. They were suppose to bring honor to their families and a good match, not a bastard child... It was ingrained in her character to be true to one man.

Now, even with the less strict social rules of the Weyr Kyparla is finding it hard to find time for a lover or really the want of one. Only a few men have ever known her in that way, only one has stolen her heart and she faces his utter rejection with complete bitterness… the shedding of tears stopped long ago.

Skills/Talents/Hobbies:

Kyparla is decent with a knife, and she can also use a crossbow with some skill. Her father taught her young, but she has gotten even better with her time in the Weyr. She was taught hand to hand combat along side Savath’s bronze, brown, blue and green clutch mates.

The gold rider has found that she is relatively good at organizing people and dragons, playing the diplomat… now that is a different story.

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History:

Born on the Keroon Plains to a large herder family, the young woman grew up in relative happiness... A simple place full of laughter and love. Her lifestyle was that of almost a nomad, only staying in a hold during the coldest part of the turn. The herders followed their herds to better grazing, protecting them. It was in her blood to move with the changing of season, the growing of the grasses. With the Threat of Thread long forgotten only the speed of a runner could set bounderies.

That was all before the bronze riders rode in search...

Fear and shock thinned the blood of the men and women standing outside their herding tents in the chill early spring air. The runners and herd beasts had scattered when they scented the danger on the wind. Several men had taken to saddle trying to stave off the stamped… The others grouped in a protective circle around their woman, waiting and watching as the strangers seemed to argue among themselves... they cowarded at the sight of the Dragons born from Harper Legend. The cry of babies could be heard echoing through the clear atmosphere.


“Char it J’daer, You weren’t suppose to show yourself… it was all arranged.” One man gestured angrily at the other. Both were tall men, one was more muscular than the other though, both wore leathers and looked honed to a sharp edge… ready for a fight. “A’dan is going to fragging flame us for this.”

“You didn’t have to stop, I thought you were off to Nerat… A‘dan‘s man had a women their for you to pick up.” J’daer hated the other bronze rider, this man had no right to tell him his business. He knew how to ride Search… How Search was meant to be. Besides it was time the Northerners had some fear put into them. “If you don’t have the backbone to stand up to A’dan….”

The riders mingled through the circle of people, but none were suitable to the dragons. “None are who we are looking for. Why did you bother to stop?”

“Barduth told me there was power here. That‘s why.”

It wasn’t long until the riders made their way to the Master Herder‘s tents, one after one the riders went through his women. They were either too young or unsuitable. Finally, J’daer reached Kyparla and Barduth knew… Her…

“She will be taken on search.” J’daer dismissed her father and his protests, allowing his eyes to trail down the young woman who looked down and blushed… ‘Not bad… might keep her if she doesn’t impress‘. She will impress.

What makes you so sure?

I just know…

Well then…if you just know… we shall have to make sure she goes with us…

“J’daer, A word with you.” The leaner of the two men, a much more diplomatic man, put his hand on the other bronze rider’s shoulder, urging him out of ear shot. “We can’t just take her with us… she has a choice as does her father.”

“If I want her, I’ll take her. What are you going to do about it? An honor duel here over a northerner?” J’daer almost laughed. “Do you really want that?”

The bronze rider frowned… anger boiling. “You know I don’t. But let me speak with her father. Daroth says she will impress… The Weyr could use one like her… even if she doesn’t.”

“Then speak to the fraggless man… but don’t expect me to do so. It is only words… she is mine regardless.” J’daer almost hissed, his patience was being tried. He dismissed both, standing by Barduth’s head, cleaning his fingernails.

A bargain was made, the rider of Bronze Daroth tried to repair the damage done by the younger man. It took much convincing to get Lotzak to give Kyparla the choice…

The situation was explained and to her father’s dismay and her mother‘s shock, their strong willed daughter jumped at the opportunity to leave with the handsome bronze riders, at the chance of Impression and a life of her choosing. She gave no heed to the fact that she might not see her family again; the consequences were pale to the comparison of the legendary Dragonriders and the chance they dangled in front of her very nose. The naive girl stopped only long enough to say her good byes and pack a few belongings before being lifted up on the broad shoulders of the bronze that stood out on the wind swept plains.

The redhead did not see the gleam in the rider‘s eyes, but her father did. He knew also that he would not be able to stop Kyparla once her mind was made up no matter what he said to try to dissuade her. Neither was he a match for the dragonmen. ‘Faranth help her.‘

Little did her father know that it was Gran that had sent her packing, a wicked defiant smile playing on the old dam’s lips, she only wished she was young enough to go with her favorite great-grandchild…oh how her life could have been different if she had been so brave all those many turns ago, but that was the past…perhaps she would live to see Kyparla’s children…after all, one had to have dreams.

Kyparla was carried back to Lateo, with several other young women. Many of whom were crying in fear. She didn’t understand it… hadn’t they chose to come? Between was terrifying, but nothing could compare to the thrill of flying. Her first views of Lateo Weyr after the cold of between were pristine beauty and hot bless. The waves caressing the white sands…it was paradise.

A paradise almost lost, at least in her eyes and heart…

The gold candidate had been at the Weyr a sevenday at the most, when she ran into the bronze rider that had found her on search. He was charming, friendly and knew exactly how to make a girl feel special. A woman of any experience at all would have seen right through his façade and sent him on his way, but not the trusting and slightly homesick Kyparla.

She believed every word that came out of his mouth, up until he had her pressed against the rough cold surface of a wall in a back hallway, her blouse torn away and her thighs spread, his hard cock straining against the fabric of his pants… pushing against her stomach. She called out for help, but was not heard. She fought against his bulk, but it seemed to do little more than make his excitement build. In a voice that could make your skin crawl he whispered into her ear…his words heavy with lust, “You’re lucky I found you on Search… too beautiful to waste on some unclean herder.” His breath pushed against her flesh, smelling of sickening sweet wine. “ If you are ever to ride gold you should learn…” He pressed his tongue against her delicate neck, licking and tasting the salt of her skin. “ how to service a bronze rider…” One of his large hands moved down to cup her breast, kneading it roughly and then pinching her nipple making it harden cruely. “ I will be more than happy to show you.”

Hot tears ran down the young girl’s face, but also present was that same arrogant haughty stubborn tilt to her chin that she always carried when forced into something not of her choosing. She spat in the man’s face as he tried to roughly kiss her brusied lips. When he pulled back, she cried out for help once again, trying to escape his strong grasp.

The bronze rider laughed and lifted his hand as if to strike her, but Kyparla never felt the blow. A tall dark-haired man had intervened, grabbing the rider’s arm. A few gruff words were exchanged and the bronze rider backed down, almost inaudible curses and threats were left in his wake.

Kyparla closed her eyes and swallowed back the tears and bile that were at the back of her throat, fighting to keep from passing out. She faced the man that stood before her, not quite sure what to expect from him. She tried to cover her bared flesh with the remnants of her tunic, but it was a lost cause, her body and part of her soul was open to the humid air of Lateo and the stranger. She knew at that moment she was at his mercy just as she had been at J’daer’s only moments ago. It was a feeling she never wanted to experience again.

The redhead stood as tall as her small frame would allow as the stranger’s eyes raked over her. He smirked, “You should be more careful of those you don’t know.” But before she could pull a reply from her dry throat, he was gone. Then and there she swore, ‘Never again…’

Kyparla managed to push the near rape to the back of her mind, not telling a soul what had almost happened to her… the only time it came to the surface was in her sleep. The young woman was haunted by nightmares, very real nightmares. During waking hours she made sure she had very little to do with men, staying out of the shadows and back halls of the Weyr, but she couldn’t hide from her dreams.

She tired to forget the stranger as well, but she couldn‘t shake his dark piercing eyes.. The eyes of her savior were burned into her memory just as well as the events of that thread bared day. The candidate found herself pulled toward the man who was her savior… torn between a primal attraction and her now deeply imbedded fears. She inquired after him…rationalizing it in her mind that she merely wished to thank him. Kyparla found that his name was E'mion and he too was a bronze rider...

Impression…

A few seven days later a month after her 17 birthing day, the redhead stood on the sands waiting for impression, for the hatching of Ulmerath’s clutch and her golden daughter. Excitement and twinges of fear coursed through her along with the voices of the dragons. She watched as candidates around her impressed and those unlucky enough to not get out of the way fell. It was all a blur, then the gold egg rocked, splitting down the center. A golden queen rolled out onto the sands, red eyes and keening showing just how angry and distraught the young gold truly was. Kyparla could feel her hunger like an aching in her own stomach and she tried to project feelings of love and acceptance to the hatchling, but it was hard when the red head watched as one girl standing next to her got in the way, blood sprayed on Kyparla’s white impression robe and on her face as an artery was struck with a misplaced claw. Kyparla saw two other girls go down and she feared that she might be next, but she also knew that something had to be done before the gold hurt another or faded between… besides deep down she wanted the gangly young Gold more than anything else in life. She knew enought to know that it ment she would have status in the Weyr, no one else would touch her. The redhead stepped in front of the young defiant queen and in that moment impression was made. A love greater than death was forged. Savath was hers and Kyparla was Savath’s.

Weyrling training:

Both Kyparla and Savath learned much during weyrlinghood, from etiquette to recording keeping; History to thread fighting, the how and why of raising dragons. In the meantime a bond stronger than anything Kyparla could imagine formed between the gold and herself. She was never alone, always having Savath’s deepest love to keep her company even on the longest of nights. It made it easy not to remember, to almost forget… Savath helped to ease the nightmares.

The red head’s lost confidence in herself was restored as she and Savath accomplished goals set out by the Weyrwoman Ollandra and the Weyrlingmaster Kathrein. She found her place aiding the aging woman with the weight that the position of Sr. Weyrwoman brought. A place that the Jr. Queen should have been filling, not the weyrling...but all knew that Revonna was too busy with her men and her herbs to be bothered with Ollandra…if she wasn’t able to do her job…step down.

Ollandra sent Revonna to Sodalis… and the wheels of fate were set in motion…

Several Turns later A’dan’s death brought grief to Lateo and to the young gold rider. A’dan had been like a father to Kyparla, as Ollandra was much like a mother. The pain of A’dan and Azmoveth’s passing was heartbreaking… it was only topped by the announcement that Ollandra was stepping down as Weyrwoman. The first of Lateo’s Jounior Queens to rise would be made Senior.

A simple twist of fate…

The gold rider had not expected anything more than to act as a Jr. to Revonna, to aid in taking care of the Weyr and her riders, but now… now Lateo is hers.

The Last Seven Turns:

Bronze Phelanth was strong and cunning enough to take Savath in her first Flight as Sr. Gold and has managed to do so since. G’llahar is not Kyparla’s great love, but she does respect and care for the man. He has been kind in his own way, always polite if not during then after a Flight.

He was A’dan’s choice for Wingleader of Sidus and that means much to the redhead. He is an upright man, kind and fair, one who cares for her Weyr. It is with him she has two children a daughter and a son.

E’mion, Wingleader of Helios is father to her dark daughter. A terror, she runs ramped through the Weyr. Kymin is always into something… trouble seems to follow her. She is a product of a night of extreme passion and seven turns of immense pain. The Gold rider is completely in love with the Bronze rider, but she won’t chase after a man. He has done little to show his true feelings for her… if he even has any or should we say he has done much to show his true feelings... He has none. Sent with his Wing Helios to Muneo Weyr… they had little reason to run into each other… now that he is back, he still might as well be half a world away. It has been seven turns since she has actually spoken more than a few words to the man. It might be best, considering he conspires to keep the Gold riders in the dark regarding the North. The Bronze rider has taken her only once, ending in pregnancy.

Her second pregnancy miscarried. She wanted E’mion dreadfully… she was sick for weeks after. G’llahar awkward as he was tried to bring her comfort, but he knew he couldn’t bring her out of her despair… neither could Savath. Kyparla resents E’mion for not being there… for not helping her through the pain, for not being the unborn‘s father. G’llahar did his best, but it wasn’t him she needed or wanted. Time has a way of healing all wounds though.

Her third pregnancy gave G’llahar a daughter with red hair like her mother.

Kyllahar, her third child and only son, is a bright toddler who seems to charm the majority of the lower cavern women. He has chubby cheeks and bright green eyes. Kyparla visits him when time allows… but the Weyr raises him not she. Part of her longs to be able to give more time to her children, but with Fall imminent…

She still morns those sent to Muneo Weyr and who were lost to the violent volcanic eruption. It had to be founded to stave off the rising tempers and raging hormones that were causing unrest at Lateo. Too many young men wishing to get out of the shadow of giants. Now she wonders if it was such a great idea...

The Gold rider threw her spare time and misery into the running of the Weyr. She has her hands in all aspects, not that she doesn’t delegate, but she has to know what is always going on. It is almost to the point of obsession.

Savath gets the utmost care, and the gold rider beams with pride each time a clutch hit’s the Sands. She has noticed that every time the clutches are markedly larger… and not just Savath’s

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Dragon Information

Name: Savath

Color: Gold

Hatching Turn: 2493

Description:

Savath is a gold of great beauty. Her soft suede hide seems to glitter in the sun, making it look like molten metal. It could almost be described as a warm dose of moon glow brought to earth and given life, breath. Her body is a silvery-gold, a platinum color when the light hits her but she has a darker burnished gold coloring around her eyes, forming a mask. Her legs are of the same color, much like a bay runner. The gold's under belly and her wing sails are also darker shades of gold, a much darker color than her body.


She is a large gold, 43 1/2 feet long, almost maxing out the traditional sizes deemed as normal, but she did keep her feminine allure. Her features along her face are well chiseled, and her head dainty. Her long graceful neck arches into a body of decent proportions, her legs are long and strong making it easy for her to leap from the ground and go into flight in just a matter of moments. Savath’s wings are large, and strong despite their fragile look, in fact they look a bit too long for her body as does her whip like tail.

Under her well-oiled hide, bunched muscle seems to float. Over her rib cage and along her spine it ripples. She is health and vigor personified, a true credit to dragon kind. The only mark that can be found, the only blemish is a small scar running across her right shoulder. A scar she attained in an accident during flight lessons.


Personality:

Savath is an alpha female, a dominant gold. Only her dam could exert any semblance of control where she is concerned and that is limited. She mirrors her rider in the fact that she does not want to be told what to do.

The gold has always been arrogant and haughty, but she deeply loves her rider. Sometimes she does exhibit kindness, but only when it suits her.

Savath is posseive of 'her' bronzes. She is a precocious flirt, having her favorites among the bronze and browns of Lateo. The gold does not enjoy sharing them with the greens and other Golds of her Weyr, they should dance attendance only on her.

As far as firelizards… she likes Rico, but ignores all others until they get in her way.


History:

When Savath hatched she was filled with rage and a piercing hunger. Her eyes whirled an orange-red against her still wet golden hide. She hated the shell that had kept her prisoner and she challenged it along with the people that were standing close to her.

She did not see her chosen right away, although she could feel her... A strong woman, with a quite presence, a good heart. This made Savath even angrier. In her haste and due to the ungracefulness shown by all hatchlings she accidentally killed one girl and harmed two others, staining the sands red.

The gold was distraught, but then the most beautiful sight steeped in front of her, a young woman with auburn hair…a person much like she… her life mate…Savath’s chosen. Savath was filled with a sudden jolt of happiness and in her eagerness to be close to the redhead, she knocked her love to the sands. Kyparla mine, I have found you. Savath has found you. Now will you feed Savath? Savath is so very hungry.

It seems so long since those first moments on the sands. The gold has rose to mate many times, leading bronze and brown on heated chases every time only to be caught by the strongest and most cunning.

Savath has clutched her own sons and daughters on the same sands that hatched her. She leads the Queen’s Wing and above all else she loves her rider still. Maybe even deeper than she did when they were first united.

She worried during the birth of each of Her’s children, and tried to ease her love’s pain. It made her afraid when Kyparla lost her second child, she couldn’t touch the grief… sometimes she still uncovers it. She tries not to go to those areas inside her rider’s mind.

All in all life is good as Lateo's Sr. Gold.


Clutch: Gold Ulmerath by Bronze Zarmith