Aneris Weyr

Sharnia, female, 5'4”, 100, age 20 turns, brown eyes and hair, big fluffy hair. Has very pale skin which often burns, and her figure is rather… busty.

Her hair falls in huge waves around her shoulders, and she is fairly vain about it. However, she is almost abnormally shy about everything else, and refuses most close contact with people for that reason. She puts herself to work usually in the lower caverns, and will choose to do drudge work like scrubbing floors or cleaning glow baskets over being around many people. She has a very strong endurance, and often works on whatever it is she is doing until well into the night. Though one would imagine from looking at her she would be a prize catch for a young holder, she has never come to meet anyone that she didn't feel was crowding her style. She is literate and very intelligent, but cannot really act in a way contrary to her true feelings.

As Q'lan and Oronth left the Sands two more hatchlings broke shell, a large green and her much larger bronze brother. The first bronze of the clutch drew attention away from his sister, and that was fine with her. She stood back as he headed for the boys.

The bronze seemed inclined to stop and examine each of the boys. He ducked his head to each of them as though introducing himself without the mind-speech that would be reserved for his rider. Finally, he made his choice, and Ikris the trader heard the dragonet's voice. I am Toroth. I'ris was astounded for a minute for leading his new lifemate off the Sands.

The green still seemed a bit reluctant to move forward, but a nudge from her mother sent her off toward the awaiting candidates. She walked slowly and steadily in the direction of the girls. She seemed unsure of who she wanted. Sensing a kindred spirit, Sharnia swallowed hard and stepped out to encourage the hatchling who came right to her. "It's okay, Irisanth," she reassured the dragon. "Come on. Let's go get you some food." Sharnia continued to utter reassurances to her green as they left the Sands.

***

"She's a good size for a green," someone commented, and Sharnia nodded.

"She's always been, she's strong." That was about all they could get out of the woman, for she had almost immediately ducked behind the green in question, to pretend like she was pulling on some loose shed skin. They'd made it back to Alabaster with the others, and now had a long life of Ant fighting and perhaps scouting ahead of them.

You will trust me when I find a mate, that his rider will be right for you, won't you?

That gave the girl pause, but she continued scratching at the skin to distract herself. Well it ... will have to be, won't it? Maybe it'll be a better way to find someone to hang out with than what everyone else wants me to do.

I like people, I like dragons.

Well I like one of those... Sharnia chuckled, thinking it would be easier to just let the dragon choose than to hunt around for a weyrmate. There were good men in the Weyrhold, of course, but ... she didn't know any of them, and was well known to be painfully shy. Her, on a green that just indicated she'd want to fly...