Caledrua, female, 5'8”, 140, aged 20 turns. Rich brown hair usually kept in small tails, fairly wavy. Has intense brown eyes which usually scowl from her sharp face, her skin is medium brown in tone.

She is very smart, and knows it. For all the finery she has, for she is the Lord Holders eldest daughter, all the pretty dresses in the world cannot disguise the fact that she is not a particularly endearing woman. Rather, she is sharp tongued and short tempered. One does not cross wills with her! Should anyone dare, they may find themselves quite out of a place to stay for the evening, or even out on their ear outside the Hold! Her father and mother have little time to attempt to control their daughter, but she does in fact keep her eye on things in the Hold well enough. Her training has included wheedling and dealing with the crafters, and she has in fact been left the duty of determining the tithes for the Hold. Her keen intellect handles this task quite easily. She is very fond of buttons, and her one guilty pleasure is sneaking into the Tailor's craft shop and enjoying an evening chatting and looking over the new buttons with the young women there. But the last thing you want to do is remind her that she's been seen there!

The last egg to hatch was one of the smaller ones, and Talira had been worried it might not hatch at all. That was not uncommon in green clutches. The little dragon inside finally broke through push her light green snout through the shell.

The green hatchling soon had herself completely free. She glanced around and was obviously irritated at being the last to hatch. She put her little snout in the air and snorted before finally heading toward the candidates. There was truly only one perfect match for her. She made her way through several girls to find the dark-haired Caledrua .

"You're for me, " she declared. " I am Kelashoth. " The last bond had been made. Caledrua announced her new dragon's name to the assembled before flipping one of her dark tails over her shoulder and leading the green out of the Hatching Ground.

Did you see how she fell? I ... am afraid, my one. I don't want to do that. It would embarrass you!

"I think you'll do fine," Caledrua said, stroking the skin of her dragon's neck. "Weyrling training is hard, but... everyone falls a few times, even K'ass fell once or twice."

There was an odd silence from the dragonet.

I can tell you're lying when you speak with your voice...

Caledrua laughed, then silenced herself but rolled her eyes when the Weyrling master gave her that glare of his.

They had fallen, once or twice, but Kelashoth took to the air easily - it was more her strength that needed boosting, not her confidence, eventually. She did what she could to make her rider proud, and over time, even the other riders hailing from Caledrus Hold admitted that they made a good pair in the air.

What they might do once they got back to Alabaster's domain, they were still unsure. A sharp-tongued woman and an equally gossipy dragon? It turned out she already had experience with that task. Making sure that the tithing for the dragon riders protections were arranged and collected.

But one thing had changed, for Caledrua. She didn't have to snap at people, she needed only arrive on a dragon. She'd often wondered in the past what made people so goofy about paying up, some hesitation on their part was always present. But apparently in their absence, Ants and ... other things had invaded farmland nearby. People were falling over themselves with offerings of food, supplies, and money. A squad of patrolling Alabaster dragons flew overhead, and Caledrua just needed to point to them with an odd smirk on her face, the donations were deposited quickly into their transport bins.

... Not that Kelashoth would carry them. That was what the brown dragon was for...