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Date Posted: 08:21:06 01/04/04 Sun
Author: Matt and Mika
Subject: YAY!
In reply to: Matt 's message, "Hello!" on 15:08:53 01/02/04 Fri

OOC
Name: Grasscat
Email: dragon_of_the_east@fsmail.net
Aim/Msn/Yahoo: None!
IC
Name: Shana
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Location: Tyan Weyr
Rank: Junior Weyrwoman
Personality: Shana is very friendly, and you can trust her with anything. If someone needs something, she will be there, within minutes, with the required object in hand. She is incredibly calm, and it is impossible to be angry when she is around. She is remarkably easygoing though, because she simply just doesn’t bother to worry about things. Everything has a solution; it’s just a matter of finding it. She does have a temper though, but it is only really aroused by people who don’t follow orders. Not that she’s too dictatorial, but she is a perfectionist.
Appearance: At 5”7, Shana has a full figure. (I say that to mean that she isn’t a willowy supermodel, she has curves in all the right places, and some where she’d rather not have them.) She is rather muscular, and big-boned. Her hair is dark brown and very straight, usually braided back in a thick rope. Her eyes are dark, almost black, and she seems to notice the little things about people. She has a wide mouth, but the rest of her features are quite delicate. She is not pretty, but she doesn’t need to be!
History: Shana was 16 when she was Searched for the weyr. She Impressed Aieth at her first Hatching, and was moved to the Weyr to be Junior Weyrwoman because her responsible personality was needed.
Impressed: Pearl Aieth.
Sample:

White, leathery wings flapped once, twice, three times as Aieth rose higher above the landscape. Shana’s gloved hands gripped tighter to the wher-hide strap on her dragon’s harness, and she wriggled deeper into her fur-lined cloak as they prepared to go between
As they entered between, Shana stared ahead into the pitch blackness, feeling the cold settle into her very bones. This was the only part of dragonriding she hated, but thankfully it didn’t last long. Before the girl could count to seven, dragon and rider had arrived in the warm, sunny skies above the Bowl.
Aieth glided to a smooth landing and folded her massive wings. Shana carefully unclipped the harness from her belt before dismounting. She pulled off her padded gloves, stashing them in her belt.
May I hunt?
Since when do you ask for permission?
Shana’s deft fingers unbuckled the harness straps, and she pulled the heavy gear from her dragon’s neck and back, laying it out on the ground. There was a box near her, filled with odds and ends and pieces of equipment. Finding a large brush, she proceeded to scour the harness of dust and dirt accumulated during the trip.
Aieth launched herself into the air, her large, powerful wings carrying her over thermals, her tail moving, manoeuvring for better balance and control. She circled the herd, her many-faceted eyes scanning the beasts, picking out one that was perfect. Seeing a large, plump buck, she rose up, pulled in her wings, and dove.
The pearl dragon drifted up on an air current, her first meal gripped in her two front paws. She landed on an outcrop of rock, arranged her kill in front of her, and began to feast.
Once she had brushed away all the muck from the harness, Shana lay back on the springy turf, stretching out and luxuriating in the warm, golden light of the sun. She yawned and closed her eyes, all set to sleep, but the cries and snorts of the panicked herdbeasts made her open her eyes. She looked accusingly at her dragon.
Do you have to create so much panic?
It is their fault that they panic. They should learn not to become so scared of me.
How can they? To them you’ll always be a predator, to be avoided at all costs. It’s instinct.
Aieth considered this for a moment. She hated to be proved wrong, but her rider did have a point. She decided not to answer.
The snow-hued dragon went into the air again, and two more herdbeasts went the same way as the first. At last, her belly full, she flew to her rider.
Can we go to the lake? I need to be clean.
Can you fly?
I can not go between. I must fly straight.
Shana swung the newly clean harness over Aieth’s neck, doing up the straps quickly, and adjusting those that slipped during the cleaning. She put one foot on her dragon’s proffered foreleg and pulled herself up, securing the straps and pulling on her gloves and flying goggles.
The fly was a short one, and they were soon at their destination. With her harness removed again, Aieth went straight to the lake. Shana, her flying gear in a pile in the corner, grabbed a bag of sand and followed her lifemate. Standing waist deep in water, she painstakingly rubbed sand into the dragon’s hide, getting rid of loose skin and any parasites. One hour later, she had scrubbed all the sand and last impurities from the golden skin, and Aieth lay soaking in the water.
I itch. Can you oil me? The queen shifted in the lake, making huge ripples that spread to each edge. She climbed out, shaking herself, and looking so undignified that Shana had to giggle. Aieth never forgot that she was pearl, and behaved in what she thought was the proper way for a queen dragon.
Of course, lovey. Shana grabbed a jar of oil from a table and began to spread it over the dragon’s dry, irritated hide. Aieth’s eyes whirled blue with bliss as the itching was stopped, and was incredibly disappointed when each part of her was done. She spread out in the sun, gleaming with oil and shining with health. Her huge eyes closed, and she was asleep within minutes. The only signs of life were the occasional twitches she made as she dreamed.
Shana smiled fondly, and shook her head at her dragon’s laziness. How could such a large animal go to sleep so quickly? But before she could follow Aieth’s example, she had to sort out her gear. Groaning, she moved over to the pile and began to sort it. The gloves came first. They didn’t need washing. The fur of the cloak would be ruined by water. She polished the lenses of her goggles, and cleaned them with water. The harness had already been brushed free of dirt, but she oiled the leather to make it more supple and comfortable for Aieth.
That done, she stretched, and yawned widely, before curling up next to her dragon. Aieth, sensing her presence, pulled a large wing over Shana, sheltering her from the sun’s oppressive heat. Rider and dragon lay there in the warm, content to be there, together.

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