[Rider] Tarasille and Gold Naliminth [Approved]

[MxMischief]

Name: Tarasille
Age: 64
Nameday: 3510.09.27
Sex: Female
Sexual Orientation: Loosely Bisexual
Weyr: Western Weyr
Rider Rank: Wingrider; Queen's Wing
Previous Rank/Craft: Journeyman Healer; Apothecary
Physical Description: Regal. Tarasille cuts an impressive figure astride her gold and on the ground though her height is far from impressive, barely five foot four, the force of her presence makes her seem taller than she actually is. Dark skin with a dusting of freckles across her cheeks and shoulders with the white lines and scars of older injuries - threadscore being the worst among them - crossing up and down her arms. Tarasille’s pale violet eyes are warm for their lightness and too often filled with mischief that pulls her lips into easy grins. Her dark hair is kept loose, curling at the ends or in thick, waist length braids.
Personality: Tarasille likes people, loves being around them even for how much she willingly submerges herself in every gathering and feast she can get to. One would think it would be exhausting to be constantly on the move in between and around people but for Tarasille it’s as easy as breathing and getting her on the right topic will ensure she can and will keep talking for hours. She hardly talks to hear herself speak much as her mouth runs, Tarasille’s anxious to give people something to relate to for friendships and sometimes something more.

An eternal healer at heart, Tarasille is always willing to lend a sympathetic ear and a warm beverage to anyone in need. People are interesting, people are full of stories whether they be good or bad and she wants to hear them all. To ease woes or offer advice as best as she can. Tarasille likes taking care of others, it’s what draws her to the infirmary constantly between her other duties and what leaves her in tears for days when someone disappears between. The need to take care of others also pushes her to sometimes nudge people, this way or that, in ways that would be most useful to her or the weyr in ways that can seem downright manipulative once someone realizes just what is happening. But it’s all for their own good of course.

Much as she seems to twist and often times manipulate people, she gives people long ropes and multiple chances, Tarasille trusts and trusts until it’s proven without a doubt to be a terrible terrible thing. People are inherently good, some just...stray and she’s more than willing to give them as many chances as they need to come back from the brink. This level of easy trust and constant trust has burned her in the past but far be it for her to clam up for it. If people want to take advantage of her trusting them then that’s a reflection of them and not her, or so she tries to remind herself when the sting of such betrayals rear their ugly head.
Positive Trait List Sociable, Empathetic, Trusting
Negative Trait List Willful, Sensitive, Calculating
History: Born another mouth to feed among a gaggle at Southern’s Healer Hall, Tarasille learned the names of herbs before she learned to properly spell her own name. Clever girl, easy praise for the pale eyed girl with steady hands and a good memory. Thriving in lessons, it was no wonder she made it all the way to Journeyman as she did. Apothecary work was a comfort, something she excelled at.

Then the searchrider came.

A beautiful brown, that danced with the chance to find more candidates for a surprise clutch. Tarasille’s gaggle of siblings were down by three, herself included when the rider returned to the Weyr. Steady hands and a solid memory could find work at the Weyr if she failed to impress. And failed she did on her first time on the sands. Her brothers were luckier, whisked away to the life of weyrlings while she waited and soothed the jealousy.

Another clutch, smaller this time but no less precious with an egg that had wiggled so strongly when she’d touched it that there’d been fear of it tipping over. A strong dragonet then, even if they weren’t Hers. A strong dragonet that was first from the shell when the eggs started to crack and first to stretch golden limbs and prance around the sands with a confidence that took Tarasille’s breath away. *Tarasillemine! Your beautiful Naliminth is here so don’t be sad anymore!* The cheerful chirp settling into her mind nearly driving her to her knees but there was Naliminth, whirling eyes and solid for her to hold onto. *We’ll be together always, Mine!*

Turn after turn saw the pair remaining in Southern. Tarasille’s pregnancies thankfully less than Naliminth’s own clutches. Twins the first time she does get pregnant, raised in the free time between both parents before being sent among the other Weyr brats for their own good. Naliminth rising again late in her 13th turn granted Tarasille yet another pregnancy. Temporary weyrmates again for the sake of this last child while Naliminth perched on the sands for her own children. The clutch hatched and both rider and dragon bid their teary farewells to the dragonets. So too Tarasille settled into the routine of duty and childrearing until even her last melted into the throng of weyr brats. With no child to speak of needing care, Tarasille’s partner was quick to vacate. It had been an agreement, an easy one that had left them on decent enough terms that visits were often until Tarasille’s assignment as a searchrider put an end to it.

The quiet of an emptier weyr was all it took to drive Tarasille to request the position of searchrider for a several turns. Naliminth had good sense for the task and it gave Tarasille an excuse to hoard whatever bits of new knowledge rolled through the healer hall on her visits. Though even this was short lived and Tarasille transferred to Western two turns before Thread returned out of restlessness. Western would be a breath of fresh air away from all the entanglements she’d spent her life at Southern in. Or so she hoped if Naliminth didn’t create new ones immediately.

At Western, new connections were slower, some old faces surfacing with transfers in a way that made her realize cutting ties wasn’t as easy as it sounded. It was welcome though, familiar faces were better than none even if there was so much unsaid. This was all before Thread turned everything at Western into a haze of chaos. The first Threadfall was bitterly unexpected and disastrous. A source of nightmares for Tarasille for turns to come. The threadscore on her arms too a reminder of those hellish early days, diving to save friends and strangers alike through the haze of flame and thread. Fatigue and pain were the only things that grounded the pair and even that was hardly enough to keep Tarasille bound to bed while the healers worked. She could help and help she did, soothing those that needed it and helping others, broken by the threadfall, find their peace in whatever way that came.

Turns have passed since then and the threadscore scars on her arms serve as a reminder of how little they’d all known and still knew every time she rises with her wing.
Other: She has three children between Naliminth’s flights and her own flings. They're all old enough to be riders.

DRAGON
Name: Naliminth
Age: 48
Color: Gold
Size: 48'
Physical Description: Buttery gold, darkening on the extremities, Naliminth is big and uses that to her advantage, always stretched out to show off the dappling along her back.
Personality: The open flame to Tarasille’s embers, Naliminth trumpets her emotions loudly and at her first convenience. Why else was she given lungs if not to let everyone know what she’s feeling and thinking? A creature of frequent and long lasting joy, very little seems to drive the large gold to anger and she’s as content to sun herself as she is to demand offerings of attention from her rider and anyone that would pay her mind. Even a spare glance and a hello are enough to send her chattering about her latest ‘adventures’ - squabbling with her rider’s grumpy flit is an adventure thank you - or her rider’s latest healer studies. *Mine is very clever you see!*

Shame is something Naliminth has never grasped and likely never will. Why waste energy on being ashamed of who or what you are? Or even worse what you want? And what Naliminth wants is for everyone to recognize her and hers. In fact everyone should love her and hers, maybe not outright worship them but Naliminth would not object if they came close to it. She is, after all beautiful and and so is her rider and yes, she has mentioned it to any number of people as well. Naliminth does not see it as boasting when it’s merely the truth. A truth that leads to her rising and flirting often and openly to the dismay of her rider.

Naliminth may not have a concept of shame but her rider does in doses for both of them.
Dragon Art or Proof of Obtainment: Here!  

[Uta]

MxMischief

So, she looks great, except for one tiny blip:

"Naliminth rising often but clutching infrequently"

This actually isn't something that we allow for our shop Queens. It's something I need to make more clear, but right now queens all have the desire to clutch. Infertility isn't something that we allow.

If she goes up, she'll clutch.

Infertile queens aren't something the shop has released/explored outside of older queens who stop rising simply due to age. And I can't divulge more information about whether we will or will not due to shop secrets. :3 I could see her maybe having more dud eggs in her clutches, but given how we randomize/list old-clutches in the clutch chart she has likely had clutches of various sizes. She might only rise once every 5 o 6 Turns though--making her longer to rise than some of her fellow golds who go up anywhere from once every 1-5 Turns.

Hope this doesn't ruin the concept for her! I'd either remove that line or adjust it and then we can approve it!  

[MxMischief]

Uta

Whoops! That should be fixed now ^w^  

[Uta]

Approved! biggrin