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 Posted: Tue May 18, 2010 1:04 pm
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This is the heavily neglected journal of newly-Impressed Goldrider Inaari and Gold Ianath! Please do not post without permission from Nessariah, unless you are staff!
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Posted: Tue May 18, 2010 1:05 pm
.: Banner Goes Here :. Inaari:;
Age: 16
Sex: Female
Sexual Orientation: Straight and narrow.
Craft: NA
Rank: Cotholder's daughter
Physical Description: There is little that is remarkable on Inaari, she is your general Pernese youth. Lightly tanned skin, and dark auburn hair that looks like damp wood after a summer's rain. There is, however, one thing that stands out and something you wouldn't expect. Inaari is freckled. From head to toe, she is speckled all over her face and body. You wouldn't think a girl with that much melanin in her to be susceptible to the tiny dots, but this girl is! Her face is generally unremarkable, minus the freckles. Soft mouth, wide brown eyes, and a somewhat prominent nose are all that come to mind.
She's beginning to be somewhat wide-set in the hips, but still somewhat narrow in the breast, producing a pear-shape that doesn't look likely to change. Due to having to sometimes work at her Hold, she also has a bit of muscle to her long legs and delicately muscled arms. Compared to other workers, however, this is negligible. At this point in her life, she's about five feet, seven inches tall. To put it simply, wide hips, B cup breasts. Junk in the trunk like you wouldn't BELIEVE.
Personality: Inaari's father's Hold has never been especially prosperous, and as such, she is somewhat more jaded than others her age might be. She's had to cope with what her mother describes as a 'physical condition' that has kept her tied to the Hold, watching her other siblings struggle to make a life for them all, making her generally impatient when set to do menial tasks. In truth, she only bruises easily and her platelets are a little slow to clot, nothing life-threatening. But mothers are mothers, and Inaari's has kept her close to the house for this very reason. However, she understands that if she wants to eat, which she greatly loves to do, Inaari must do the menial things no one else can. No excuses get by this girl, she won't hesitate to speak smartly to you if she thinks you're in the wrong.
Underneath the know-it-all, defensive surface, however, there is a young lady. She likes to laugh, and play, and be a child. She likes to act motherly, but will be more than happy if you can take that job from her, and let her run along and enjoy herself, especially out of doors. But beware! One rude remark about her freckles will bring the brat within back out to scold you!
Also, if you try to treat her like scrapes and bruises are detrimental to your character, along with a tendency to spot up like you have some skin disease, best avoid her entirely! She lives to be outside, and be active, and if she has to take the bumps and bruises that come with it, so be it!
History: The third of seven, Inaari is one of four girls born to a Cotholder beholden to Fort Hold. Located somewhat more southerly than the other holds, it's very decidedly minor. They were not very successful in growing anything other than small fruits, and what was needed to survive.
Because of their happy low rank, Inaari's parents were a love match that was thankfully agreeable to their parents. Her mother is distantly related to a wealthy merchant family based in Fort Hold, somewhat akin to seventh or eighth cousins. Her father's family has Held their hold for a few generations now, and with three sons, the line looks to continue.
It's their family's fondest hope that the girls be educated in a larger, more civilized Hold. Thus, at the age of ten, Inaari was sent to Fort to foster with her mother's cousins there. She was to learn more of the trades of how to successfully run a house and Hold, and experience more life, hopefully coming back betrothed. Her mother fretted about her poor daughter's wild streak, but in the end, the idea of making a better life for her child and her family won out. Her father's stern insistence that the girl go probably more than helped. Fostering would help her mature, and perhaps even soften a sharp tongue that was becoming almost unbearable.
This did not go so well with Inaari, who had hoped that as she aged, she would be allowed to help more in the physical aspects of the Cot. Having been nearly sent back to her home in shame, a new leaf turned for the girl, and she threw herself into her work. If she could only be well-behaved, slipping away to run about in the sun would not at all be noticed or cared about.
Other/Talents: Fairly talented at cooking and mending, klah especially, with moderate skill in weaving.
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Posted: Tue May 18, 2010 1:13 pm
INAARIMINE! Why are you there!? You should be here, with your Ianath! Coloured by SkieBorne Name: Ianath
Speaks In: Goldenrod
Personality: Ianath is a perfectionist. From the very beginning, if things aren’t what she expects of them, they’re immediately wrong and must be redone. The weyr must be just so, Hers must be just so… everything about her personal life has its place and must be in that place. If she makes a demand, and she’ll make a lot of them, Ianath will take great issue if the result does not meet her goal. And if you disagree with her vision of what something should be, she will argue until she’s blue in the face or simply just tell you to obey. In fact, this strong-willed gold has the tendency to overuse her authority in the pursuit of perfection and often doesn’t realize her strict view can be incredibly counterproductive.
That said, she takes her birthright of being a gold very seriously. It is because of that, and the duty she is all too aware of, that she strives so hard for perfection. Others will only respect her if she proves to be capable. How do you show you’re capable? Well, everything must be perfect of course! This hard-working, if hot-tempered, attitude results in both some truly marvelous work and some truly disastrous work. At her core, she is overwhelmed by the duty of a gold and is trying too hard, too fast to fill those shoes – there is the very real danger that she will burn herself out.
Beyond this untrue belief that she must always be perfect for the sake of her kin, Ianath is a noble and driven creature. She truly wishes for the well-being of Hers and others and is willing to go to great lengths to achieve that well-being. Ianath is a gold willing to sacrifice personal happiness to ensure the happiness of her Weyr.
When she Rises, Ianath will choose the one she considers closest to a perfect male. Of course, no one will quite achieve that highest of bars, and she will be forced to settle for second best. This makes the experience a negative thing for this gold and while she Rises, and does her best to ensure a good clutch, she will be a difficult guardian to be around because of the sour attitude.
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Posted: Tue May 18, 2010 1:44 pm
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Friends:;
[++++] T'ron/Therion --I really like him. Really. He doesn't care that I'm a bit battered around the edges, likes to climb, he said I was pretty! Made me this lovely necklace and kissed me once. Ianath doesn't approve, but I really like him.
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Posted: Tue May 18, 2010 1:50 pm
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Sneaking In - Therion :: FIN
~ As repayment for her necklace, Inaari makes dinner for Therion. Friends become...a bit more?
Alpha Clutch Hatching - Candidates :: FIN
~ Inaari's life changes forever when Ianath Impresses to her!
Hello Starshine - Tiepet + Filanth
~ Meetings of Clutchmates!
Lessons Learned - Eirlyn + Feynath
~ Inaari has a one-on-one with the Weyrwoman to understand her new life and makes a new resolution!
Time-Out to be Together - T'ron + Cavenath~ Weyrlings have little time to visit, and Inaari is stressed over the idea of a Flight. T'ron comforts, and surprises!
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Posted: Tue Oct 05, 2010 5:03 pm
.: Changes in Situation:.
Ianath was back. It was a simple thought running through the mind of the brunette lying amongst the furs on her cot, all but buried under them with only a slim calf and arm hanging out to show that beneath was a body. Two bodies, but that was simply not something that the freckled young woman was ready to consider in that exact moment, no matter how happy she was to have that second body there. No, she was simply pleased to lay chocolate eyes on the golden mass of her beloved dragon who had dismissed herself as soon as a pantsless T’ron had burst in.
It had started innocently enough with the silly flits of his stealing his pants and dragging them up to a half-dressed Inaari so that he burst in on her. Restriction had been lifted, they’d both known it, and things had gotten a bit carried away. Cavenath was fair disinterested in the process as a whole and had gratefully distracted the as-yet inexperienced queen dragon while their riders paved the way for a smooth experience in her future. Inaari’s mind reached out lovingly towards the center of her personal universe, touching against Ianath’s with utter adoration. ’I’m sorry I didn’t think to warn you, love. Did you have a nice time swimming with Cavenath?’ It was a careful question, memories drifting back to the last close call before…well.
Before everything that had just happened.
Ianath was, of course, not at all fooled. ’It did not bother me, Inaarimine. I know you like him very much, and it will make it better when I rise. Feynath explained it, and Cavenath was wonderful. Cavenath is always wonderful.’ Easy affection for the great silver was evident in her voice, though then concern for her rider leaked through as Inaari shifted and exposed herself momentarily. ’That is not right, mine. Why are you hurt there?’ There were bruises where Therion’s hands had closed about her. It hadn’t been hard enough to bruise a normal girl, but then Inaari had never been very normal. ’Don’t worry, that happens all the time. You know that. I’m not hurt.’ In fact, she felt amazing.
Amazing, but fully unwilling to get out of her cot and put some form of clothing on. Or wake up Therion, for that matter, who seemed as stone asleep as she’d ever seen one of her siblings. No, it was much easier to simply pull the furs up around them a bit more snugly before curling into that massive body, one arm still thrown across her freckled, skinny body. ’I think you’d best bespeak Cavenath and maybe wrangle the flitters, if you don’t mind. I don’t think he’ll wake up anytime soon.’ Which was rather odd to Inaari’s thought, but she wasn’t complaining.
No, she was quite happy. Happy, thrilled, fulfilled, a true contentment that she’d never felt in the Hold. She had Ianath, who was everything that anyone could ever ask for in a dragon or a lifemate. The friends she’d made in L’tan, Jarest, and Tila were invaluable as were the other acquaintances she’d formed through the queen’s clutchmates. T’ron – Therion – was something altogether different and wonderful. They’d formed a fast attachment to each other and hadn’t let go over the year since they’d met. If she’d been back in the Holds, no doubt she would have been expecting him to marry her by now, but that just didn’t happen here. There were weyrmates, but she wasn’t entirely sure that was what he wanted.
Could a Weyrwoman even have a weyrmate? Inaari hoped so, desperately. She wasn’t going to let him go so easily, not when she had just experienced what she’d experienced with him. It wasn’t casual for a Holder to do such a thing, and hopefully he realized that. He had to. He was Therion.
And that was all that mattered. Content, heart full, Inaari simply laid her head down next to his and drifted into gentle sleep in the arms of the man she most definitely loved.
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