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Annelie's History

Until she was 15, Annelie grew up around the bustling skirts of a single mother and an older half sister with neither father in sight. Since she was old enough to carry a dustpan, she followed her mother about as she completed numerous, meager tasks of cleaning, cooking and what-have-you for the Hold. Her mother was a respectable woman, but with a floozy for a half-sister and daughter, words were sure to fly. Due to the embarrassment of her eldest daughter, Annelie’s mother made it her mission to keep her other child from the same fate and thus kept her daughter attached to her hip. … Which perhaps explains why Annelie is so quiet, meek and a part of any woodwork she happens to be around, as well as why she has such an awkward time talking to boys and most others.

This whole charade, as stated earlier, went on until Annelie was 15. It was at this time that she was carted off to Ista Weyr, to the great surprise of her mother, in the possibility of Impressing a dragon. Never did Annelie even fathom that she could be a dragonrider and held little confidence in herself on the matter, which may have attributed to her failing to Impress any dragon at all.

That was only one time, however, but even so, Annelie wrote the possibility off her list and took up residence and work in the Lower Caverns of the Weyr, doing what she knew she could actually do. There are still times, however, when she watches the riders fly about, and wonders what it would be like.

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Though, sometimes a half-brained chance should always be taken,.

And just a day before the Touching, Anne made up her mind that she would at least tentatively stand at the incoming Impression. ...And who could have ever guessed that after one earlier Impression and almost four years of no longer trying would not just yield an Impression of a dragonet, but of a GOLD dragonet.

Annelie Impressed the shy Yansanth, a gold as nervous around her superiors as her Impressor is. It's unclear if this miracle will ever sink in...

Yansanth

Name: Yansanth
Color: Gold
Types in: THIS GOLD. #FFD700.
Pictures: Dragonet

Physical appearance: Yansanth is the typical size for a Queen, though a bit more streamlined than is usual. She's extremely fast for a dragon of her size, prone to leaping forward when she's startled and leaving other dragons in the dust. Her stamina is slightly less than average, however, and she doesn't seem to have the attention span for a long, boring flight anyhow. She'll race you, but when it comes to going from point A to point B, she would really rather go between and be done with it. It's just not fun, and Yansanth is mainly concerned with enjoying herself.

She's a buttery yellow-gold, her stomach almost peachy and pale with a gold brown swath on the sides of her stomach, tail and dwn her snout. LIKE A SPRINGBOK!
Personality: Yansanth is a very happy go-lucky, free spirited gold. She can't be bothered with things like responsibility most of the time, and she's pretty confused as to why everyone expects her to be all bossy and mean. She's really just rather fly around, or listen to music. Yansanth loves music, and has the same degree of fascination with it as many fire lizards seem to. She likes to listen and hum along, rather noisily and off key. She's not very musically inclined, even if she loves to listen. Her favorite thing to do is 'dance'- twisting and turning her body in a way that looks rather alarming, if you don't know her. It looks more like a seizure than dancing, but Yansanth enjoys herself, and who is to stop her?

Yansanth isn't terribly smart, for both a Queen and a dragon in general. She's rather air headed, and prone to forgetting things only moments after you've told her. She likes to gossip though, more so than many greens, and it seems like she always remembers /that/. She's a flighty creature, with a short attention span, but she really does mean well. She's kind, and can be rather motherly when the mood strikes her. She's quite likely to drag home any small animals she finds, not understanding that she can't raise them as her own special pets. She's utterly oblivious to the danger that often accompanies some of those animals, and needs careful monitoring.

This young Queen knows her place in the Weyr, and feels some relief at being the lowest ranking gold. She wouldn't want to be in a position of leadership, and to be frank, she's a bit scared of the older, bigger Queens. They're... they're just so intimidating! She would rather avoid them if she could, but inevitable confrontations leave her feeling nervous and shaky. She doesn't like older bronzes as well, though she likes to talk with the older blues and greens. They always have the best stories to tell, when they can remember them. She almost seems to envy their small size and more liberating life style- Yansanth sometimes sees herself as too confined to a certain role, and longs to escape it.

In Flight, it really is anyone's game as to who will catch Yansanth. If there was ever a gold to be caught by a brown, it would be this one, given her dislike of bronze dragons in general. She finds them far too stuck up, though it's hard to tell what her lustful feelings will eventually say. She's quite attuned to her rider, and will likely choose someone who she knows her rider at least likes, if not loves. She'll be a faithful mate, being caught by the same dragon for some time, though with her fickle mind, choosing who that lucky male will be could take a couple of Flights.

Behind the Name
The Yoruban Goddess Yansan.

YANSAN: Otherwise known as OYA, the Yoruba Creator Goddess.

When things are quiet she sneaks off to become YANSAN, a Goddess of Wind. We're not sure which way she blows. Not passing wind we hope.

Oh God, Why Me?
Romantic Annelie has such potential, and it seems only fitting that she be paired with an equally clumsy gold, as afraid of her superiors as Annelie seems to be. They're matched in so many ways, and everyone looks forward to interesting things from this pair.

Gnattie came to Annelie under... less than awesome circumstances. The small, candy-apple flit is a loyal companion, her protective nature over Annelie almost ridiculous. She's aggressive towards her own kind, and doesn't take much liking to her larger cousins either, but will grudgingly follow and stay with Yansanth if sternly ordered. The only flit that she does seem to tolerate, and even enjoy the company of, is C'ym's flit Lytah, whom is Gnattie's mother. Whether Gnattie knows this or not is... debatable, but whatever.

In the heat of the day, a bed in the cold Lower Caverns of stone and dark was the perfect place to be, especially when one had an afternoon break from the Hell that was Weyr Kitchen. …However… Sleeping probably hadn’t been the best idea one an afternoon such as this, but how was Anne to know that?

When the Gold Queen’s voice sounded through her dozing head, the poor girl sat up and started with such a fright that the small, green flitter that had been resting on her chest flew like a mound of cheese across the bed. Anne ignored the creature’s trills of annoyance and surprise, and she looked about her small little compartment with wide eyes as her chest heaved up and down. She blinked, wiped sweat from her brow and neck, sighed… and then realized what the hell she had just heard.

“OH SHARDS!”

‘Oh s**t’ was right. Anne flew off her bed and whipped into her scratchy white robe and sandals so fast that Gnattie the green flit didn’t even have time to chirp and crawl out from Anne’s abandoned clothes that had been flung onto the bed.

In a total frenzy if there ever was one, Annelie ran to the Sands, her feet sliding as she rounded every corner. She could feel sweat sliding down the sides of her face and down her chest. Her face was hot and she knew it was red at her cheeks. Oh… and now there was that feeling in her stomach and she hadn’t even gotten inside the Grounds yet! She mind spun. She was the one who hadn’t been to an Impression in four years, and here she was going on practically a mere WHIM and she felt like she was going to hurl…. Life made no sense.

As she finally made her way with the crowd of other white-clad candidates, she looked around with wide eyes. She followed a few others and made her bow to the Queen and her Rider; a graceful bow, with one leg out in front of the other with her foot slightly pointed, one arm against her back while the other spread a corner of her robe. When done, she gave a final nod – a nervous nod – and backtracked until she was back in the mix of things.

Tossed into the sea of sweating bodies, Anne felt even more sick. The humming of the dragons sent shiver and shiver up and down her spine, and it didn’t help with her churning stomach. Her heart raced like a herdbeast and she swore it was about to jump clean out of her throat. She turned her dishelved head this way and that for a familiar face, and when she saw Elae, she silently pushed her way through and stood silently next to the daydreaming girl.

She had no time to catch her breath though, before she noted the emerging Green dragonet. She gave a gasp… and took a step back into someone else, then jumped forward once more. A hand went to her mouth and she just stared.



The mewling bronze had probably melted Anne's heart a little, and the servant girl... candidate watched with interest as the rather pathetic little thing wobbled up amongst the boys. There was some sort of.. motherly instinct to go help it, but it was a dragon, and the creatures could care for themselves at a time like this.

When it stood before Cil, Anne couldn't help but give a small laugh and a smile. Despite her awkward acts, soup spilling and obvious tactics to stay out of Cil's vicinity, she was very happy for him. AND THAT BRONZE... oh shards he was cute. ... those little stripes....



Do wishes really come true? Can someone's life go from near the bottom to the top of the world in just a minute? This was going to be answered very, very shortly. In fact...

The Queen rolled out of her egg in a way that was less than graceful, trying to blink away goo from her eyes. It was so hard to see. She stepped forward on wobbly legs, getting increasingly confident, until suddenly, she stopped short. There was a piece of egg shell still wrapped around her back leg, making it impossible for her to walk any more than a few paces. The little gold was clearly getting restless, stirring and snapping at the egg, and then whining pitifully.

Mineeeee she called out. She looked directly at Raena, but turned her head away quickly. That wasn't hers!

Annellliiieee. I am Yansanth. Help me out of here, please? Yansanth looked up at her mother and tried to hide, clearly intimidated by the bigger, older Queen.



Anneellieeee

The voice that was suddenly in Anne's head made the poor girl give an audible yelp and she turned this way and that, trying to decipher who --

She looked at the baby Queen. No... this... had she really just said her name? Had she really just chosen HER, ANNELIE, a servant who spilled soup on men just to get away, who washed dishes since she was five turns-old, who never thought she could amount to anything remotely dignified, who danced when no one was watching...

Her body started to shake, and something in her just sort of went 'POP.' In a flash, she skimmed around the gaggle of other girls, pushing one or two to get onto the sands where HER baby was. Hers... she was HERS.

By the time Annelie skidded onto her knees, sand tinkering up in a small wave, and was at Yansanth's side, tears were streaming down her sticky cheeks and her hair was disheveled about about her face. With skillful hands she broke the shell around the dragonet's neck and wiped the goo from her face with her white robe. Yansanth quickly looked away from the big Queen and to her Mine, her eyes swirling with worry.

I got you ... don't be afraid now, Anne said, trying to make her voice as soothing as possible despite the sobs that were choking at her throat.

But they're so... intimidating! Aren't you scared? the small gold asked, her head cocked to one side and Annelie held it in her hands.

Anne nodded, but gave a funny smile and then quite abruptly hugged the Yansanth's head to her. Always scared... but we'll be ok. We'll find something else ... Do you like to dance? It was a silly thing to ask a dragon, Anne thought, but why not? She felt like she could let Yansanth know anything, anything at all. She found that missing half that she had never even known was lost.

Yansanth gave a sudden trill and buried her head closer into Annelie. Mine? Can be dance together?

Of course.

The Weyr