Post by prissy on Jun 26, 2007 16:08:30 GMT -5
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Name: Prissy
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Character Information
Name: Sevyn
Gender: F
Age/Birthday: 15, winter/fall birth
Orientation: Hetero
Location: Sodalis, Candidate Barracks
Rank: Candidate
Family:
Firadra was a loving and caring mother for the few years she was with her children, although a bit strict and very old-fashioned. She always seemed more Grand-damely to the children then motherly, but still they called her Mother and loved her deeply. Firadra was a simple woman, above all, wanting the best for her offspring. She had no sense of adventure, and lived by the rule that once you had children to carry on your name, nothing else mattered.
Lynra was a loveable, almost sisterly mother. She would play with the children as soon as chores were done, teaching them everything she knew, listening to their stories and kissing their scraped elbows and knees. Any child would feel loved in Lynra's presence, and indeed they all sought it, making her children and step-children a bit jealous. However, she always proclaimed what sweet children she had, and how they were her stars and she was the sky.
Trevas was a good father, providing for his family through thick and thin. He was very tall and dark, being atleast 6'10, most likely more. No one ever went hungry under his roof, although his children complained that he worked them to much. Teaching his sons was his specialty, and he never seemed to have enough time for his daughters, although they occasionally slipped into their brothers lessons just to be with their father.
Jakra, the eldest son at twenty-one turns, is a pessimist to the core. He always mumbled things like "it won't work" and "we'll die trying..." Because of that, he was sent to an apprenticeship as a Artist, where that pessimisty could be molded into catiousness, which would then be useful if he had any talent. And he did, atleast some. Now, the boy spends his time painting for various persons as a Journeyman Artist.
Jenva was born next, with his twin brother Lilion, and they are twenty. The twins are opposites in most respects except one; both are mentally retarded. Having been born as twins, this can be expected, and so it was no surprise when they never learned to talk. However, both are very strong and, even though they are slow, they can work very well, even with distractions. They reside with Lynra and Trevan, working quite happily.
Lett, sweet Lett, is nineteen. The inpersonified Harper. He could sing a fowl from its next. But fate did not agree, and he was sent, instead of to the Harper Hall, to the Beastcrafters Hall. Yet the allure of singing songs, writing them, and playing music for a living called him so deeply that it seemed to grasp his very core. And it did not take long for him to steal a Runnerbeast and make his way to the Harper Hall. He was reprimended sharply, but he survived and was allowed to become an Apprentice Harper. Now, at the rank of Journeyman, Lett plays some of the sweetest music under the Pernese sky.
Pathar was Trevan's cruelest son. He found torturing his younger siblings interesting, along with small animal's and fowl. Even his own Runnerbeasts were whipped into submission. A gentle hand never seemed to be in Pathar, and eventually he was sent to the Smithcrafts Hall. Within a month he was sent back with a letter proclaiming he was too this, too that. So, instead of trying again, his parents decided to keep him with them until he learned to be calm and gentle. Pathar still resides with them, at the age of seventeen turns.
Catherdel, the first of Lynra's babes and the second girl in the family(to be followed by two more), is around thirteen turns old, possibly twelve. She is a beauty, being everything Sevyn was not. She was beautiful. Sevyn was...odd. Catherdel was sweet and caring. Sevyn wants to rule Pern. Catherdel was perfect. Sevyn is human.
Minorim, the seven year old doll. Between herself and Catherdel, there are three misscarried babes. Minorim is a doll in many respects. She is small and dainty, unlike her siblings. She speaks little, unlike her siblings. She is undoubtably going to be married off to a well off family, prehaps even a Lord if she doesn't lose her beauty with age.
Tika is a newborn babe, and not much can be said about her save that her birth was long and grueling, and Lynra did not enjoy it at all.
Pets: None
Appearance: Sevyn was the oddest of her large family. Inheriting large eyes and a sharp chin from her great-grandmother clashed with her wide, full, bright lips and thin, long neck.
Her light gray eyes seem positively beautiful, like you would find them painted on the face of a Holder's daughter, not the offspring of a poor Cotholder in the middle of, it always seemed, nowhere. They hide her emotions quite easily, always seeming welcoming and friendly, yet with rippling undertones of a more intellectual, ambitious girl underneath.
Her hair is long, sweeping her waist. It is her one true vanity, though she does care a bit about attire and her face. Her hair is golden brown, and brushed carefully every morning. Usually it hangs in a high ponytail on her head, though occasionally it is found in a smooth braid or a piling bun.
Her body type is easily describable. She was envied for her tiny waist and large hips, though she did have a healthy stomach on her. Her chest was always small, but not girlily small. Her hips sway in naive allure, and she has seduced more then one man with her body. However, she towers over most boys and men, at 6'5. She doubts she will grow anymore, though, at her age and height.
Sevyn wears simple clothing; a slip or dress occasionally, but usually fitted breeches and a short tunic. She wears clothing that is appropriate for her personality and living style, though it is shaken by her new candidacy. Often found barefooted, she troops around the Weyr's halls as if they were her own, observing and waiting, ignorant of the cold biting her toes.
She can afford fitted breeches only because she worked her hide off when she was ten, saving every mark she could and hoarding as many as possible. Although her way of getting the Marks might have been considered a bit.. Bitran, it worked. Every night for almost a entire Turn, she held small bets with anyone around her. They were rigged, almost obviously at first. Two of her fathers Runnerbeasts, used solely for the children's riding, would race each other, Sevyn's twin brother's riding them. The boy's knew the meaning of "lose" and "win" and as long as they got a treat, they never said a word. Most of the Marks came from men that felt obliged to bet, but occasionally a small group would gather and Sevyn would profit incredibly. Her Da let this go on until he found out that REAL Marks were being used.
Personality: Sevyn is a complex person. She enjoys most things, and seems to be a happy, out going girl with a lot going for her. She came from a close, if sullen and withdrawn, family, and she prefers to get to know one before divulging her history to them.
She is a master storyteller, with the wildest imagination one could see in a young girl. Tall tales come out of her mouth undesirably at some times, and yet so believably told that even a story stars("Of all thing, Sevyn, stars?! You embarrass me to much!" Her mother wailed at her one day.) falling from the sky will seem momentarily believable.
Sevyn is out-going to the point where she is considered risk taking and daring by her friends. If she says she will do something, she does it, and usually with flying colors. No one can deny that, especially her many witnesses who will always remember the young girl with the 'Heart of Gold.'
But she something always seemed not quite right with her, and few know why.
Sevyn is a genius. And not just very smart-genius. Truthfully, genius isn’t the word to describe her. It’s more like “intelligent and clever with a amazing memory,” but as there is no word like that, genius will have to apply. Sevyn has high, very high ambitions. She want's to be in complete charge of Pern. As a female, that seems impossible. And any who knew that would doubt this young, impatient and daring girl would succeed, but she knows, deep down, she can do it, even as a female.
Why she wants to control her world is a simple reason, no matter how different and intricate the plan is. She cannot stand to let anyone see her in a postion of weakness. She can't let anyone know her deepest fears. Every time she is seen weak, she cannot stand it. She has to make herself look better in that persons eyes. And to this young girl, to make herself all-powerful and never weak, she has to control the world around. And everything in it. Even murder will not stop her.
Maybe it's the fact she has so many people loving her that it she could cry "Murderer!" at a innocent man and he would be dead-if not by authority then by foul play- before night fall. Maybe it's that she can easily control people. Maybe it's not. Maybe it doesn't matter, as long as everyone in the Weyr believes she is a innocent candidate, with no hidden agenda.
Sevyn is a master story-teller, yes, but she uses this in a bad way usually. Instead of entertaining children, she tries to one-up Harpers, who in turn either love her to bits and pieces or hate her terribly. Although Sevyn has a excellent memory, she is still learning how to observe things. If she were to be a Dragonrider fighting Thread, she would need to observe much more better then she does now.
History: Sevyn was born to her parents in the middle of the night. Cold air kissed her mothers sweating brow as the healer murmured again and again at his assistant.
"Trevas, make sure the children are--ahhh--fed." Firadra cried, a contraction seizing her in the middle of her sentence.
"They are! Just deliver this child, you've done it five times before!" It was true, though unlikely. Firadra was lucky, she had five older children, with no serious complications. Only one did not survive infancy, but that was due to an illness.
This birthing took very much too long, and the Healer wasn't sure the babe would survive. Firadra gave another groan before the slightest hint of a head was seen. Then, it took three long, painful moments and Sevyn was finally born.
Her mother died five Turns later, giving birth to a stillborn -yet beautiful- child.
But Sevyn lived on in the cothold near Benden Weyr, her father remarried, and she had many more younger siblings. When Sevyn was thirteen, her stepmother taught her well in the way's of homemaking, as no one expected her to be searched. She wasn't important, but even then Sevyn had a rough outline of the intricate plan to gain influence over all of Pern. It took her stepmother three day's, and then Sevyn had memorized every recipe recited to her, knew every way to clean, every way to heal minor wounds, and had it all known so well she started helping her twelve turn old sister, Catherdel, to learn ahead of time.
Sevyn had nice bit of friends, mostly the daughters and sons of the many Cotholders that all lived in a small clump, relying on each other for certain things. One would heal, another family would weave, and Sevyn's family would farm.
Sevyn had three very close friends, Kilonra, Jenel and Malia. Kilonra was a out-spoken, wild child who had no need for authority. She was amazingly kind, though, and Sevyn was good friends with her. Kilonra was often in trouble, and almost always suspected of doing the latest mischief.
Jenel was a very quiet girl, usually, but when pushed, she would snap. She was in love with an ignorant prat who was very stupid, and never realized that Jenel was the best thing for him. Jenel put herself down a lot, but Sevyn, Kilonra, and Malia pushed her back up constantly.
Malia was a bit different. She didn't get along with Kilonra very well, but still was close to Sevyn. She was a bit of a boy-crazy girl, always going for one man or another, but dropping them quickly.
Sevyn fell in love only twice, with various crushes but nothing serious. One love was older then her, and it would never work out. He didn't know she liked him at all, and she was only twelve and he was fourteen. She thought she loved him, she really did, but now she doubts it very much.
The second love still burns within her with such passion she wants to go back to him even if he won't have her. She loved him so much, yet everything about her was wrong. He would occasionally dance when a Harper decided to play music, he would talk to her, touch her hand. He knew she liked him, yet still he chose one of Sevyn's close friends over her.
Sevyn wanted to be mad, but she realized that as long as he was happy, she was happy. Her love was pure, not selfish. If he was happy with her, Sevyn was happy for him, no matter how many tears she shed, sobs she cried, and nights she laid thinking about the "if only's" of life.
One short turn later, a Bronzerider landed on Trevas' newly harvested field in the late fall, right before sundown. Sevyn remembered a lot, but this could be recalled with such accuracy it scared even Sevyn herself.
The sky was a beautiful, deep orange color fading to red, then maroon, then deep blue, then black speckled with white star's. The moons hung low in the sky, and a wind tumbled through as Trevas stood happily observing his harvest. Sevyn stood in her long slip, beautiful for all it was plain, the wind playing with her uncharacteristically loose hair and the skirts of her dress. Why she was wearing a dress was etched clearly in her mind, too. Trevas' had wanted to celebrate with a small Gather-like party. He had insisted everyone dress up just to celebrate the harvest.
The Bronze dragon was at first just a dark shape, high in the heavens. Probably a bird, Sevyn thought. But then, the shape's head turned down, and folded it's wings. It fell almost straight down, opening it's wings-very, very LARGE wings, Sevyn realized with a gasp-and evening out at the last second.
It took Sevyn a full minute to move towards her protective father and stepmother. The Dragon rider dismounted and walked forward towards the trio, as everyone else was gone or in bed, deep asleep with the help of delicious wines.
"Trevas," A deep, secretive voice boomed as a man with dancing eyes and a large nose held out a gloved hand.
"O-Obrion?" Trevas whispered, one hand holding Lynra, his second wife, close and the other doing the same to his beloved first daughter.
"No, no, O'rion now, brother! And Father said I wouldn't make it! Hah!" O'rion grinned, all of his teeth showing. Sevyn immediately liked him.
"You're a Dragonrider!" She cried, her eyes wide and happy.
"You guessed it, little one!" O'rion touched her nose lightly. "And you must be one of my many nieces!"
The thought didn't register, Sevyn wasn't paying anyone any attention except the Bronze Dragon. He was beautiful, the first of his kind she had ever seen. She had barely believed the old tales Harpers weaved, but now she recalled everything perfectly.
O'rion, she likes me. Only O'rion heard this laughing voice, but Sevyn had focused on him once more and guessed what was happening.
"Wha'd he say?!" She exclaimed, removing herself form her fathers protection and looking up-for once- into the Dragonriders face, childlike questioning filling her face.
"By the Egg! How'd you know it? Guessed, didja? Well, why don't you go over there while me and your Da have a talk, hmm?"
I like this girl...She could Impress, I believe. Very well. O'rion, they would want us to take her...
O'rion rubbed his stubbly chin, then gave Sevyn a unneeded little push. She took off, listening carefully with one ear to her parents discussion as she ungracefully stumble-ran to the Dragon with fear hovering, ready to emerge but being pushed down by curiosity. No one would have guessed it, though. She touched the Bronze bravely, slightly afraid once more, but knowing that this man just would not put her in danger.
"Scratch his eyeridges, girly!" O'rion called before turning to Lynra and Trevas with a sudden change of emotion.
"Trevas, Trevas...A second wife?" O'rion's voice held sadness before unexpressed.
"Yes, I am Lynra." Lynra boldly stated, her pregnant belly bouncing slightly as she inclined her head.
"Nice to meet you," O'rion's voice suddenly dropped into a hoarse whisper. "Trevan, the Weyr is in grave trouble. I need supplies, any supplies. We are mostly wiped out." O'rion continued on with this story, which only he knew the reason for, finally getting Healer supplies out of his brother.
O'rion needed the supplies for his grown daughters cothold. No one liked the husband; he cheated them out of too many prizes, too many good deals went bad at his hands. The daughter, Lirka, was with child for the first time, although she was already caring for her husbands first and second wives children, all seven of them.
Yes, Lirka's situation seemed shady, but for some reason she liked -O'rion was hazard to say loved- her dark husband. But now situations arose where Lirka and Gyre, her lifemate, needed healer supplies gravely. They couldn't buy any; Gyre spent the last of his Marks on clothing and blankets. No one would help them, no one liked Gyre and his offspring(the oldest ten, then eight, then seven, five, four, three and two) would undoubtedly follow in his footsteps. If they could ignore him, maybe his cursed line would die out.
However, O'rion loved his daughter very, very much. He wanted the best for her, and when she sent a flit to him with a message stating they needed medical supplies from a source that would not know who got them, O'rion turned to his baby brother. He cheated his own flesh and blood, yes, but he also helped his beloved daughter and her babe.
"There is one last thing..." O'rion hesitated, not sure how to address this matter.
O'rion, she must come. Look, she handles me like a natural. She will do well, and we need her.
"Trevas, Firth say's Sevyn could Impress. We need her. Let her come, please?" O'rion whispered pleadingly.
"No!" Lynra cried. She loved Sevyn as her own.
"No, no way. Shards, man! You can't take her!" Trevan loudly said. Sevyn paused as the words faintly reached her ears.
"They're talking about me, I know it." She muttered, touching the dragon's snout lightly. "I know you know, too. I've heard the ballads." Sevyn smiled. "I would like that, too. Hmm..." She slowly walked back to her family with a hard pat on Firth's shoulder.
"Sevyn!!" Lynra called in a motherly voice. Sevyn hurried, holding her tall mother tightly.
"Sevyn, he wants to take you to Impress." Trevan finished in a quiet voice. Sevyn nodded.
"I know."
"Do you-" Lynra hesitated, tears brimming her eyes.
"Do you want to go?" O'rion broke in kindly.
"Yes." Sevyn did not hesitate. She loved her family, but she wanted this so badly. To be able to have something-someone- to love her so much would make her whole. She needed it deeply.
O'rion spent the night and took Sevyn back to the Weyr with him the next afternoon.
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Name: Prissy
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Character Information
Name: Sevyn
Gender: F
Age/Birthday: 15, winter/fall birth
Orientation: Hetero
Location: Sodalis, Candidate Barracks
Rank: Candidate
Family:
Firadra was a loving and caring mother for the few years she was with her children, although a bit strict and very old-fashioned. She always seemed more Grand-damely to the children then motherly, but still they called her Mother and loved her deeply. Firadra was a simple woman, above all, wanting the best for her offspring. She had no sense of adventure, and lived by the rule that once you had children to carry on your name, nothing else mattered.
Lynra was a loveable, almost sisterly mother. She would play with the children as soon as chores were done, teaching them everything she knew, listening to their stories and kissing their scraped elbows and knees. Any child would feel loved in Lynra's presence, and indeed they all sought it, making her children and step-children a bit jealous. However, she always proclaimed what sweet children she had, and how they were her stars and she was the sky.
Trevas was a good father, providing for his family through thick and thin. He was very tall and dark, being atleast 6'10, most likely more. No one ever went hungry under his roof, although his children complained that he worked them to much. Teaching his sons was his specialty, and he never seemed to have enough time for his daughters, although they occasionally slipped into their brothers lessons just to be with their father.
Jakra, the eldest son at twenty-one turns, is a pessimist to the core. He always mumbled things like "it won't work" and "we'll die trying..." Because of that, he was sent to an apprenticeship as a Artist, where that pessimisty could be molded into catiousness, which would then be useful if he had any talent. And he did, atleast some. Now, the boy spends his time painting for various persons as a Journeyman Artist.
Jenva was born next, with his twin brother Lilion, and they are twenty. The twins are opposites in most respects except one; both are mentally retarded. Having been born as twins, this can be expected, and so it was no surprise when they never learned to talk. However, both are very strong and, even though they are slow, they can work very well, even with distractions. They reside with Lynra and Trevan, working quite happily.
Lett, sweet Lett, is nineteen. The inpersonified Harper. He could sing a fowl from its next. But fate did not agree, and he was sent, instead of to the Harper Hall, to the Beastcrafters Hall. Yet the allure of singing songs, writing them, and playing music for a living called him so deeply that it seemed to grasp his very core. And it did not take long for him to steal a Runnerbeast and make his way to the Harper Hall. He was reprimended sharply, but he survived and was allowed to become an Apprentice Harper. Now, at the rank of Journeyman, Lett plays some of the sweetest music under the Pernese sky.
Pathar was Trevan's cruelest son. He found torturing his younger siblings interesting, along with small animal's and fowl. Even his own Runnerbeasts were whipped into submission. A gentle hand never seemed to be in Pathar, and eventually he was sent to the Smithcrafts Hall. Within a month he was sent back with a letter proclaiming he was too this, too that. So, instead of trying again, his parents decided to keep him with them until he learned to be calm and gentle. Pathar still resides with them, at the age of seventeen turns.
Catherdel, the first of Lynra's babes and the second girl in the family(to be followed by two more), is around thirteen turns old, possibly twelve. She is a beauty, being everything Sevyn was not. She was beautiful. Sevyn was...odd. Catherdel was sweet and caring. Sevyn wants to rule Pern. Catherdel was perfect. Sevyn is human.
Minorim, the seven year old doll. Between herself and Catherdel, there are three misscarried babes. Minorim is a doll in many respects. She is small and dainty, unlike her siblings. She speaks little, unlike her siblings. She is undoubtably going to be married off to a well off family, prehaps even a Lord if she doesn't lose her beauty with age.
Tika is a newborn babe, and not much can be said about her save that her birth was long and grueling, and Lynra did not enjoy it at all.
Pets: None
Appearance: Sevyn was the oddest of her large family. Inheriting large eyes and a sharp chin from her great-grandmother clashed with her wide, full, bright lips and thin, long neck.
Her light gray eyes seem positively beautiful, like you would find them painted on the face of a Holder's daughter, not the offspring of a poor Cotholder in the middle of, it always seemed, nowhere. They hide her emotions quite easily, always seeming welcoming and friendly, yet with rippling undertones of a more intellectual, ambitious girl underneath.
Her hair is long, sweeping her waist. It is her one true vanity, though she does care a bit about attire and her face. Her hair is golden brown, and brushed carefully every morning. Usually it hangs in a high ponytail on her head, though occasionally it is found in a smooth braid or a piling bun.
Her body type is easily describable. She was envied for her tiny waist and large hips, though she did have a healthy stomach on her. Her chest was always small, but not girlily small. Her hips sway in naive allure, and she has seduced more then one man with her body. However, she towers over most boys and men, at 6'5. She doubts she will grow anymore, though, at her age and height.
Sevyn wears simple clothing; a slip or dress occasionally, but usually fitted breeches and a short tunic. She wears clothing that is appropriate for her personality and living style, though it is shaken by her new candidacy. Often found barefooted, she troops around the Weyr's halls as if they were her own, observing and waiting, ignorant of the cold biting her toes.
She can afford fitted breeches only because she worked her hide off when she was ten, saving every mark she could and hoarding as many as possible. Although her way of getting the Marks might have been considered a bit.. Bitran, it worked. Every night for almost a entire Turn, she held small bets with anyone around her. They were rigged, almost obviously at first. Two of her fathers Runnerbeasts, used solely for the children's riding, would race each other, Sevyn's twin brother's riding them. The boy's knew the meaning of "lose" and "win" and as long as they got a treat, they never said a word. Most of the Marks came from men that felt obliged to bet, but occasionally a small group would gather and Sevyn would profit incredibly. Her Da let this go on until he found out that REAL Marks were being used.
Personality: Sevyn is a complex person. She enjoys most things, and seems to be a happy, out going girl with a lot going for her. She came from a close, if sullen and withdrawn, family, and she prefers to get to know one before divulging her history to them.
She is a master storyteller, with the wildest imagination one could see in a young girl. Tall tales come out of her mouth undesirably at some times, and yet so believably told that even a story stars("Of all thing, Sevyn, stars?! You embarrass me to much!" Her mother wailed at her one day.) falling from the sky will seem momentarily believable.
Sevyn is out-going to the point where she is considered risk taking and daring by her friends. If she says she will do something, she does it, and usually with flying colors. No one can deny that, especially her many witnesses who will always remember the young girl with the 'Heart of Gold.'
But she something always seemed not quite right with her, and few know why.
Sevyn is a genius. And not just very smart-genius. Truthfully, genius isn’t the word to describe her. It’s more like “intelligent and clever with a amazing memory,” but as there is no word like that, genius will have to apply. Sevyn has high, very high ambitions. She want's to be in complete charge of Pern. As a female, that seems impossible. And any who knew that would doubt this young, impatient and daring girl would succeed, but she knows, deep down, she can do it, even as a female.
Why she wants to control her world is a simple reason, no matter how different and intricate the plan is. She cannot stand to let anyone see her in a postion of weakness. She can't let anyone know her deepest fears. Every time she is seen weak, she cannot stand it. She has to make herself look better in that persons eyes. And to this young girl, to make herself all-powerful and never weak, she has to control the world around. And everything in it. Even murder will not stop her.
Maybe it's the fact she has so many people loving her that it she could cry "Murderer!" at a innocent man and he would be dead-if not by authority then by foul play- before night fall. Maybe it's that she can easily control people. Maybe it's not. Maybe it doesn't matter, as long as everyone in the Weyr believes she is a innocent candidate, with no hidden agenda.
Sevyn is a master story-teller, yes, but she uses this in a bad way usually. Instead of entertaining children, she tries to one-up Harpers, who in turn either love her to bits and pieces or hate her terribly. Although Sevyn has a excellent memory, she is still learning how to observe things. If she were to be a Dragonrider fighting Thread, she would need to observe much more better then she does now.
History: Sevyn was born to her parents in the middle of the night. Cold air kissed her mothers sweating brow as the healer murmured again and again at his assistant.
"Trevas, make sure the children are--ahhh--fed." Firadra cried, a contraction seizing her in the middle of her sentence.
"They are! Just deliver this child, you've done it five times before!" It was true, though unlikely. Firadra was lucky, she had five older children, with no serious complications. Only one did not survive infancy, but that was due to an illness.
This birthing took very much too long, and the Healer wasn't sure the babe would survive. Firadra gave another groan before the slightest hint of a head was seen. Then, it took three long, painful moments and Sevyn was finally born.
Her mother died five Turns later, giving birth to a stillborn -yet beautiful- child.
But Sevyn lived on in the cothold near Benden Weyr, her father remarried, and she had many more younger siblings. When Sevyn was thirteen, her stepmother taught her well in the way's of homemaking, as no one expected her to be searched. She wasn't important, but even then Sevyn had a rough outline of the intricate plan to gain influence over all of Pern. It took her stepmother three day's, and then Sevyn had memorized every recipe recited to her, knew every way to clean, every way to heal minor wounds, and had it all known so well she started helping her twelve turn old sister, Catherdel, to learn ahead of time.
Sevyn had nice bit of friends, mostly the daughters and sons of the many Cotholders that all lived in a small clump, relying on each other for certain things. One would heal, another family would weave, and Sevyn's family would farm.
Sevyn had three very close friends, Kilonra, Jenel and Malia. Kilonra was a out-spoken, wild child who had no need for authority. She was amazingly kind, though, and Sevyn was good friends with her. Kilonra was often in trouble, and almost always suspected of doing the latest mischief.
Jenel was a very quiet girl, usually, but when pushed, she would snap. She was in love with an ignorant prat who was very stupid, and never realized that Jenel was the best thing for him. Jenel put herself down a lot, but Sevyn, Kilonra, and Malia pushed her back up constantly.
Malia was a bit different. She didn't get along with Kilonra very well, but still was close to Sevyn. She was a bit of a boy-crazy girl, always going for one man or another, but dropping them quickly.
Sevyn fell in love only twice, with various crushes but nothing serious. One love was older then her, and it would never work out. He didn't know she liked him at all, and she was only twelve and he was fourteen. She thought she loved him, she really did, but now she doubts it very much.
The second love still burns within her with such passion she wants to go back to him even if he won't have her. She loved him so much, yet everything about her was wrong. He would occasionally dance when a Harper decided to play music, he would talk to her, touch her hand. He knew she liked him, yet still he chose one of Sevyn's close friends over her.
Sevyn wanted to be mad, but she realized that as long as he was happy, she was happy. Her love was pure, not selfish. If he was happy with her, Sevyn was happy for him, no matter how many tears she shed, sobs she cried, and nights she laid thinking about the "if only's" of life.
One short turn later, a Bronzerider landed on Trevas' newly harvested field in the late fall, right before sundown. Sevyn remembered a lot, but this could be recalled with such accuracy it scared even Sevyn herself.
The sky was a beautiful, deep orange color fading to red, then maroon, then deep blue, then black speckled with white star's. The moons hung low in the sky, and a wind tumbled through as Trevas stood happily observing his harvest. Sevyn stood in her long slip, beautiful for all it was plain, the wind playing with her uncharacteristically loose hair and the skirts of her dress. Why she was wearing a dress was etched clearly in her mind, too. Trevas' had wanted to celebrate with a small Gather-like party. He had insisted everyone dress up just to celebrate the harvest.
The Bronze dragon was at first just a dark shape, high in the heavens. Probably a bird, Sevyn thought. But then, the shape's head turned down, and folded it's wings. It fell almost straight down, opening it's wings-very, very LARGE wings, Sevyn realized with a gasp-and evening out at the last second.
It took Sevyn a full minute to move towards her protective father and stepmother. The Dragon rider dismounted and walked forward towards the trio, as everyone else was gone or in bed, deep asleep with the help of delicious wines.
"Trevas," A deep, secretive voice boomed as a man with dancing eyes and a large nose held out a gloved hand.
"O-Obrion?" Trevas whispered, one hand holding Lynra, his second wife, close and the other doing the same to his beloved first daughter.
"No, no, O'rion now, brother! And Father said I wouldn't make it! Hah!" O'rion grinned, all of his teeth showing. Sevyn immediately liked him.
"You're a Dragonrider!" She cried, her eyes wide and happy.
"You guessed it, little one!" O'rion touched her nose lightly. "And you must be one of my many nieces!"
The thought didn't register, Sevyn wasn't paying anyone any attention except the Bronze Dragon. He was beautiful, the first of his kind she had ever seen. She had barely believed the old tales Harpers weaved, but now she recalled everything perfectly.
O'rion, she likes me. Only O'rion heard this laughing voice, but Sevyn had focused on him once more and guessed what was happening.
"Wha'd he say?!" She exclaimed, removing herself form her fathers protection and looking up-for once- into the Dragonriders face, childlike questioning filling her face.
"By the Egg! How'd you know it? Guessed, didja? Well, why don't you go over there while me and your Da have a talk, hmm?"
I like this girl...She could Impress, I believe. Very well. O'rion, they would want us to take her...
O'rion rubbed his stubbly chin, then gave Sevyn a unneeded little push. She took off, listening carefully with one ear to her parents discussion as she ungracefully stumble-ran to the Dragon with fear hovering, ready to emerge but being pushed down by curiosity. No one would have guessed it, though. She touched the Bronze bravely, slightly afraid once more, but knowing that this man just would not put her in danger.
"Scratch his eyeridges, girly!" O'rion called before turning to Lynra and Trevas with a sudden change of emotion.
"Trevas, Trevas...A second wife?" O'rion's voice held sadness before unexpressed.
"Yes, I am Lynra." Lynra boldly stated, her pregnant belly bouncing slightly as she inclined her head.
"Nice to meet you," O'rion's voice suddenly dropped into a hoarse whisper. "Trevan, the Weyr is in grave trouble. I need supplies, any supplies. We are mostly wiped out." O'rion continued on with this story, which only he knew the reason for, finally getting Healer supplies out of his brother.
O'rion needed the supplies for his grown daughters cothold. No one liked the husband; he cheated them out of too many prizes, too many good deals went bad at his hands. The daughter, Lirka, was with child for the first time, although she was already caring for her husbands first and second wives children, all seven of them.
Yes, Lirka's situation seemed shady, but for some reason she liked -O'rion was hazard to say loved- her dark husband. But now situations arose where Lirka and Gyre, her lifemate, needed healer supplies gravely. They couldn't buy any; Gyre spent the last of his Marks on clothing and blankets. No one would help them, no one liked Gyre and his offspring(the oldest ten, then eight, then seven, five, four, three and two) would undoubtedly follow in his footsteps. If they could ignore him, maybe his cursed line would die out.
However, O'rion loved his daughter very, very much. He wanted the best for her, and when she sent a flit to him with a message stating they needed medical supplies from a source that would not know who got them, O'rion turned to his baby brother. He cheated his own flesh and blood, yes, but he also helped his beloved daughter and her babe.
"There is one last thing..." O'rion hesitated, not sure how to address this matter.
O'rion, she must come. Look, she handles me like a natural. She will do well, and we need her.
"Trevas, Firth say's Sevyn could Impress. We need her. Let her come, please?" O'rion whispered pleadingly.
"No!" Lynra cried. She loved Sevyn as her own.
"No, no way. Shards, man! You can't take her!" Trevan loudly said. Sevyn paused as the words faintly reached her ears.
"They're talking about me, I know it." She muttered, touching the dragon's snout lightly. "I know you know, too. I've heard the ballads." Sevyn smiled. "I would like that, too. Hmm..." She slowly walked back to her family with a hard pat on Firth's shoulder.
"Sevyn!!" Lynra called in a motherly voice. Sevyn hurried, holding her tall mother tightly.
"Sevyn, he wants to take you to Impress." Trevan finished in a quiet voice. Sevyn nodded.
"I know."
"Do you-" Lynra hesitated, tears brimming her eyes.
"Do you want to go?" O'rion broke in kindly.
"Yes." Sevyn did not hesitate. She loved her family, but she wanted this so badly. To be able to have something-someone- to love her so much would make her whole. She needed it deeply.
O'rion spent the night and took Sevyn back to the Weyr with him the next afternoon.
Do you want this char Searched? Yes, if she can't already be at Sodalis
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