Current Status Updates
Age: Twenty-one Turns
Physical Description: Over the turns Ashmere has grown out her hair so that it is now past shoulder length, she keeps loose messy braids in it and does little to keep it groomed.
Rank / Craft: Apprentice / Wherhandler
After aging out Ashmere found herself falling into a deep state of depression. She had only managed to stand on the sands once and in that one moment all of her feelings shifted from her craft of being a harper to becoming a dragon rider. Every fiber in her being told her that she was meant to be more than what she was, she burned with dedication and ambition and knew that she would Impress upon the next clutch of eggs---
But that day never arrived.
Sulking for nearly a full turn the scar-faced girl continued on at the Weyr as a harper, that was after all why she had been sent to Malvren. She was a harper, nothing more. Growing thinner and thinner each passing day Ashmere couldn't seem to find comfort in any of the things that she used to, for the first time in her young life her love of music and passion for her craft couldn't sustain her. There had to be something else, something that could make her happy again. All she wanted was to have her own lifemate, something to care for and love, something that would care for her and love her in return unconditionally. All of her friends had stood and Impressed none of them understood her anymore, they were complete they were perfect. She was nothing more than a broken little harper girl, she didn't even deserve the right to share the same blue sky as the riders, as her friends and Theirs.
Falling inward upon herself Ashmere seldom showed herself and began to neglect her chores and daily tasks, but all of that changed one night at supper. Somehow, someway the stick-like woman opened up to a stranger. Speaking candidly with him they discussed topic after topic and with wine supplied Ashmere pried into his own life, it was then that he told her what it was like being a wherhandler.
A wher!
At that moment Ashmere fell in love, not with the male in front of her, oh for the sake of little greens no, but the thought of having a great creature such as a watchwher enthralled the lass. Over and over again Ashmere told the man that she wanted to know more, to learn as much as she could about the beasts. It was this interest that caused the man to speak with Kharn, the whermaster. Things from then their out changed for the journeywoman, she was excepted into a new craft and her heart was filled with hope and a gentle comfort. She was now an apprentice wherhandler and even though she would be spending every waking moment under the stars it was the first time in turns that she felt like she deserved to share the sky with the riders of Pern.
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