Name: Lutfiya (Nicknames: Lute)
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Sexual Preference: Straight
Rank: Wingrider – Search rider
Former Craft: Harper
Physical Description: Standing in at a height of five foot five and a half, Lutfiya isn’t what anyone would call particularly out of the ordinary in terms of height. With her warm brown skin and her darker brown hair and eyes, it’s pretty clear that her heritage is well mixed. Her waist length hair is pretty thick and wavy, which she usually wears up off of her back and neck. Her choice of clothing depends on what she’s going to be doing. Her clothes for downtime tend to be light and loose, easy to move in. Her color choices tend touch on a bit of everything from vibrant, saturated tones to neutral earth tones, creams, whites, grays, etc. Although, it should be known that Lute does have a fondness for blue shades and tones.
Personality: From early on, her parents knew that their little girl had the potential to be a handful. Headstrong and not likely to give up on something once she set her mind to it, Lutfiya proved to be a vivacious, vibrant little girl. Unafraid of hard work, she rarely complained of tasks given to her, just so long as she was given leave to relax and blow off steam afterwards and as needed. She got on well with most, though the times where she did end up butting heads or getting into a scrap, getting her to apologize and make nice could be quite difficult, especially if there was she felt the other was in the wrong. She rarely had issue with standing up for herself or those nearest and dearest to her. That being said, with friends and family, Lute carries on in a warm easiness with bouts of impish teasing and playful carrying on. Those in her inner circle are afforded a devout friend willing to go above and beyond should they find themselves in trouble or in need. Whether for defense, comfort, or support, she feels that should she be needed, she ought to be available for them whenever.
As she grew, her scrappiness seemed to lessen in that she put more of her energy to her various studies and pursuits, first becoming and training as a Harper, then as a candidate, and finally as a weyrling then fully fledged rider. Rumith’s calming influence and diplomatic manner partnered with Lute’s easy going, informality and drive to complete tasks made the pair sound options for riding out on Searches. Lute is still very willing to stand and fight should the case call for it, but, with Rumith at her side, dialogue can well be used to diffuse a situation, thought Lute may not always like it. Though habitually informal, the woman has every capability of straightening up and carrying on in a properly respectful and polite as protocols might call for. Very reactionary, Lute has been known to act rashly, and occasionally violently depending on the situation she’s reacting to. On the flipside, it has served her well in the past during Threadfall. She doesn't always give loads for forethought to things and it has come back to bite her in the butt.
History: Only child to two non-rider parents. Her mother is a weaver/seamstress and her father is a beastcrafter with a preference for runnerbeasts and herdbeasts. Neither pressed her into pursuing anything in particular and gave the girl license to feel out what interested her most. She'd go back and forth between a few things, but a memorable encounter with a harper had her sold on the whole craft. It seemed so vibrant and wonderous that she just HAD to be a part of it. The harper she encountered had been from Fort and, before his departure, she got his attention and stated that she wanted to become a harper too! The eleven turn old brought the harper to her home and stated her intent to her parents. Her mom, dad, and the harper talked and discussed some things before the okay was given that she accompany him back to Fort to begin as a Harper's apprentice.
Absolutely elated, she helped pack up what she would need, said her goodbyes to her parents, and then off she went. With images of herself performing in front of crowds and teaching people, the young Lute arrived at the Fort harperhall with stars in her eyes and an eagerness to dive headlong into study. One of the first things that the youth was brought to do was to be introduced to some of her fellow apprentices, among them a lad of her age that couldn’t quite get his tongue to cooperate with her name, thus began the use of ‘Lute’ as her nickname. This lad would soon become one of her dearest and closest of friends. Of course, bonus points and some amusement was to be had in that it was also the name of the instrument that intrigued her most; and would, in time, become her favorite and primary musical instrument. Her training as a Harper began. It all proved to be more work than she had expected, but it didn’t deter her in the slightest. Friendships were formed, skills were built upon, and much was learned in the several turns Lute studied there.
Not long after her fourteenth birthing day a Search dragon came to Fort. She and a friend or two were returning to the Hall after their midday meal when the group decided to go investigate. The bluerider and her partner were scanning the passersby, chatting with those who were curious or just being friendly. The blue seemed to pause and crane his head down to his rider. The woman had looked around, seemingly pinpointed Lute, and waved her over. Making her way over, the bluerider explained who she was, where she was from, and what was going on. Her blue had gotten a good feeling about her and felt that she possessed potential as a viable candidate for Impression. The news and prospect was exciting to be sure, but she wasn’t about to just clamber up and fly off without letting her Master know and her friends too. With permission and blessing given by her Master, Lute took time to say her farewells to those closest to her in the Hall. Making promises to write regularly and shedding a couple of tears in parting, the girl was once again gathering her things up and relocating. Fortunately for her, it wasn’t some far off Weyr that she had only heard of in passing or someplace terribly cold. Their destination was her home Weyr of Ista! She could see her folks every day and she wouldn’t have to worry about learning where everything was.
Her days as a candidate proved to be relatively short lived. The senior Gold rose and clutched within a couple of months of her arrival. Everything went as expected. She had watched a few hatchings when she was younger, but never really dwelled on the idea of ‘Oh yeah. One day, that’ll be me out there.’ Yes, touchings, hatchings, and Impressions were always exciting, watching the expressions of those taking part was always satisfying for her. The highs, lows, excitement, anxiety, and so much more all played out down there on those Sands. Now it was her experiencing those things she had watched from the stands. There were so many varying reactions from the eggs that she had touched that Lute didn’t know what to think or what to expect, but she kept on with her studies and waited. Late one warm, rainy afternoon, the call went up that the time had come for the candidates to make their way down to the Sands. Throwing on her robe, Lute filed down with the rest, bowing deeply to the Queen and taking her place out there among the girls Standing. Now she was nothing but a bundle of nerves and excitement. Before long, dragonets were popping left and right, always a couple at a time. Impressions began to happen and it was a whole different sight, seeing the Impressions happening down where the action was. It was about halfway through the clutch of eighteen, the rain pelting down on the proceedings, when Rumith arrived and wasted little time in claiming Lute as Hers. What a day that was indeed! The sweet, little green and the newly minted weyrling made their way off to the sidelines. When all was said and done, one hatchling went between and two actually picked Theirs out from the Stands. One girl ended up getting a sprained ankle when a rowdy blue bowled her over, but otherwise no one was seriously injured.
Weyrling training and learning to tend to the needs of her new partner kept her busy, but she made sure to write a few letters back to Fort with updates. A turn later, Tarel showed up in Ista as well, having been Searched too. It was wonderful to see him again and the girl was excited to see what would come of him. Sure enough, it wasn’t long before the Queen clutched again. Touching and hatching later, Tarel was T’rel of Bronze Zelith. A time after becoming a fully fledged rider, she was asked if she’d like to tag along during a Search flight. Agreeing, it turned out they had a fair hand at it, talking with the prospective kids, their families, and so on.
The relationship between her and her best friend from the Harperhall seemed like it would never change, at least until she and T’rel shared a kiss. A shift happened in the way they saw each other and the two became weyrmates before too long. They are happily and deeply in love and, at present, are expecting their first child.
Talents: She plays her nickname-sake instrument with quite a degree of skill. She’s a pretty solid singer to boot.
Notes: She has two firelizards, brother blues. One small dark fellow, ballpark of the size of a large green, named Bur, who is clingy, cuddly, and fretful. He gets separation anxiety if away from Lutfiya too long so he tends come along when she goes search riding or sticks near his brother when she’s out and busy. Bur’s brother, Ovo, is much paler than his brother and is larger to boot, about the size of a particularly small brown. He’s observant, dutiful, and affectionate. He got his name from the fact that when he sleeps, he curls up like an egg, occasionally with only a wing or leg poking out of the ‘egg’.
Dragon:
Name: Rumith
Age: 10
Color: Green
Physical Description: An average sized green with almost an olive undertone to her hide, fairer underneath, a little darker up top, and with dark markings here and there along her body that looks almost reminiscent of writing of some sort in places, Rumith is pretty evenly proportioned without any one feature standing in stark contrast to the rest of her. Though, her wings are a little shorter than average and relatively broad, making her capable of deft maneuverability and decent speed. Her build is compact and lean without losing a sort of feminine gracefulness.
Personality: A calm, charming green, Rumith is the water to Lute’s fire, an anchoring force when things might otherwise set Hers off. She appreciates Lute’s drive to complete tasks at hand and the protectiveness she feels for those she lets into her heart. Her rider’s drive helps keep her focused where Rumith might let her attention wander to admire the water, the sky, or people/dragon watch for a little bit. The green and rider share a sense of mischief, Rumith occasionally known for hiding this or that of Hers and conveniently either not remembering or choosing not being helpful. Playful, affectionate nudges and nuzzles are practically routine during moments between the two, occasionally also extending to friends and family, be they hers or Hers. Never would she do anything towards someone she isn’t familiar with.
Rumith loves, loves, loves flying. When not performing official duties or drills, she enjoys various acrobatics on the wing, just feeling the wind rush past her, feel the spray of the waves when she swoops low, wheeling, rolling, and flying in grand loops for the sheer enjoyment of it, fast or at an easier pace. (Her wings are somewhat shorter than average and relatively broad, making her capable of deft maneuverability and decent speed.) Like Hers’ sometime short sightedness, this can lead her to getting lost in the joy of flying (or the chase in case of rising in Flight) that she might wear herself out prematurely, though she does have pretty good stamina and not a lot of bulk to move around.
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