Amalia's page, originally on the Kshau_protectorate site before wiped around 2002 HOLY SHIT ocities.org had it! T_T
Amalia follows in her mothers' footsteps, the strange daughter of Rogue and Dancer.
She adopted her dragon Green Phaenath at Dragonsoul.
| The daughter of a very unusual pair, Amalia is a graceful young rider. What makes her family so unusual? She has two mothers . Not just a birth mother and foster mother, though, her birth mother has her only love in the form of another woman. Though unusual even by Weyr standards, this arrangement has always done well for raising independant, healthy minded folk, at least around Eden's Gate. Amalia jumped at the chance to go to Dragon Soul Weyr and find a dragon to adopt as her own. Since this seems just like her own life, she is perfectly suited to it. Her deep green dragon will not be fertile, like any of the Abandoned dragons anywhere, but Amalia claims that it leaves her free to actually be a dragon rider, and not worry about things like mating flights. She would just as soon never participate in one, anyway. |
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| Amalia's first experience with dragons began when she was very young, near Dawnlight Hold, as her family were being ousted. A friendly dragon from Blackstone Weyr offered to take them out to Eden's Gate, where Amalia grew up. The flight was short, and only overland (not between), but she seemed to relish it with all her heart. Ever since then, she watched the skies for dragon kind. The girl has had a bit of training in dragon healing, and can sew a wing sail that has been damaged, but beyond that she is more apt to demand a good, trained healer on the spot. And who would deny her? |
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"Phaenath, come up a bit, there, and get this clump!" Amalia shouted over the wind. Her voice was tiny compared to the force of the wind, but then again, Phaenath did not need to hear her voice to know what she wanted.
There it is! Ah! You spotted it before me again!
"You need to remember to look up!" Amalia laughed. She stopped laughing when she spotted something else, 'up'. It wasn't thread, though thread was the cause. "Oh no," she breathed.
What is it? OH! Amalia, we must help them!
Two dragons had become entangled, trying for the same clump of Thread. They'd charred it together, but their necks and wings were now wrapped up in each other!
It wasn't like a mating flight where the male twines around the female, either, this was a violent impact, shaking the dragons and almost breaking away their riders! The pair plummeted down toward the ground, dragon wings unable to get out from one another!
Amalia immediately bespoke Phaenath to tell the dragon healers down below there was an emergency. The Touch of Life wing was always on call for such things, and two of them popped between practically before Phaenath finished asking for them.
Thank goodness you spotted them!
"I only hope they will be well... Now, get over to the left, there's another clump!"
The Wing that Phaenath and Amalia reside in and fight with, is the Sea Blessed wing. More often than not, they are abandonling dragons, who would be ridiculed by others in different wings. They have become quite a fighting force, though.
Phaenath loves being in flight, though she is a bit dull witted. Her memory is better than some, but she isn't nearly as bright as most greens get. For that reason, she depends greatly on Amalia's direction, which the girl enjoys giving.
As a pair, they ride Thread like nobody's business!
