Name: Taiver (T'ver)
Gender/Age: female, 19 @ Impression
Rank/Craft: weyrbred, guard
Location: Blackstone Weyr; Crescent City Twoarth
Relatives/Family: mother green rider Aret, father brown rider T'or, brother blue rider T'bor
Dragon if any: IMPRESSED BROWN NUKATH at Gallimim Weyr
Physical Description: 5'10", 165, all muscle and good to look at that way, padded in all the right places. Very long legs and compact body. Dark brown skin, short black afro hair, very large and pretty brown eyes. She has a wide, round face that is both striking and pretty. She wears snug, dangerously sexy clothing in whites and silvers. Her voice is commanding and sure, like the rest of her.
Emotional/Mental Description: confident and absolutely in control of herself, Taiver is strong willed and very centered. She knows that she must have goals, achieve them and follow through, to really succeed and to please her family. She is sensible about her goals but she definitely plans on riding against Thread. She does have a temper in there somewhere, but so far only a few very foolhardy people have found it. She likes to taunt people with her looks, and many people, especially men, find her somewhat intimidating.
Skills: she is an excellent rider of steeds, and participates in any race she can. Her perception and eye for detail are matchless. She is versed in hand to hand combat, as well as the use of swords, knives and staves to fight. She is a keen shot with a bow or crossbow, but prefers to use a more civilized tact against human foes. She is very organized.
T'ver is a professor at Carramba High School: Human from Dawnlight, a security specialist and Dragon Rider in the Nexus. Martial Arts 2, 7; You and Your Clone 3, 6, 8; Careers: Political Training 4. Member of the Dragon Stunt Team.

History: brought up in the second generation of dragon riders at Blackstone Weyr. She has always looked to the sky, watching her parents fly, and her brother as well (who was searched and Impressed last year). She shows no jealousy, only pride, in watching them. She will devote all the time necessary to raising and riding a dragon, it is all she ever wanted. However, she knows that perhaps she will not Impress, so she is still one of the better students in the weyr's guardian classes.
Notes and Special Information: Taiver is a truly different kind of woman, she is not attracted to women but she would be an excellent candidate for a Brown dragon if there ever was one. With her strength and stamina for fighting thread, as well as her innate sense of duty, she will ride well whatever color, but Brown is best... It is sure, that what ever color she might impress, she will in fact shorten her name similar to her father and brother, to T'ver, the idea of riding means so much to her.
Pets/Hobbies/Posessions: she has no pets, but she is very used to being around dragons. She helped her brother muck out his weyr on occasion, and has attended many of the Weyrling classes. Everything she has is arranged around dragon kind.Wandering about Gallimim Weyr, Taiver caught sight of a frantically waving girl, with black hair and a silver outfit.

"Ah, great! I know you!" Taiver muttered, and then Jade was upon her. She traded laughs and greetings, and then of all things suggested that they take a look at the eggs on the sands! Without permission, and certainly without a guide?

"Don't you think that the queen would mind?" Taiver asked, but Jade was heedless.

She ran in, and then ran out again, followed by an angry bellowing!

"I guess that means she minds, huh?" Taiver joked. They found adjoining weyrs later on, for when they were able to ride their dragons -- if they were to impress.

"I have a good feeling," Taiver said, over dinner. "That I will Impress. I'll bring back a dragon to Blackstone, and I think fighting Thread will bring honor to us."

"Well, your family and mine... We have a lot in common. How come you decided to stay with Blackstone and Dawnlight?" Jade asked, and Taiver looked at her rebel friend.

"I trust my feelings, Jade. I know that you'll go back to the Protectorate and do the good work that riders do there. I'll do it in Blackstone. It's the same work, you know. And whether you like it or not, we DO have an oath to protect the inhabitants of Pern, regardless of if we like them or not. Right?"

Jade sat back, and Taiver watched her pretty pale face. "Yes of course you're right, Taiver. I just couldn't handle the place any more."

"Maybe some day soon you'll like it a little better." Taiver said, and Jade perked up.

"Really? Have things changed?"

"Not in so many words, but they're changing. Getting better. The old ones are getting older and slower, and like any natural cycle, being replaced by better, faster younger leaders. Lord Shore is sitting on the council and doing very well. I hear his daughter is up for Search for candidacy too. And he'll let her go."

Jade whistled. "Well, things are changing for the better. Probably some day, Shard will just up and join the Blackstones, anyway, won't he?"

"He already is one," Taiver said, "but don't tell anyone." She whispered, and they laughed.

"Well, I've had enough politics for one night," Taiver announced, and headed to the kitchen, "time to see if there are any more bubbly pies!"

Taiver and Jade rushed to the sands -- the eggs were hatching!

Jade Impressed first, to a green who actually appeared to snort with disdain at Taiver! The dark skinned woman wondered what that was all about?

Until...

There were several eggs open, lying broken in pieces. There were two dragons wandering about on the sands, a blue bleating until someone came to his side, and a brown of broad wingspan and heavy legs.

That brown turned his head toward Taiver, and his red tinted eyes turned quite green.

You are the one I seek! He bespoke to her. My name is Nukath. I admit that it is not much, but I will be good for you. My mother insists that I will.

"Nukath--" Taiver whispered, and then realized all her dreams had come true! She was to be a dragon rider! And not just any dragon rider, but fighting thread!

Certainly, her dragon's color might throw off people, just a bit. But then again, she'd always been proud of herself, her duties to the weyr and all. So this one more thing was making her prouder than she had ever been! She would fight Thread! The way that it was meant to be fought! Upon a fire breathing dragon!

"Mother and father will be so proud," Taiver said. Then to the others in the sands, she looked up and announced, "my name is now T'ver! Daughter of T'or and Aret!"

T'ver strutted about the weyr like she owned the place. Of course, it was only fair, since she did. She and Nukath had flown from Gallimim into the Blackstone weyr again, and no one was in the slightest surprised that she did so on the back of a large, healthy brown!

She waved down several of the local weyrlings, and they helped get her gear stowed. Any chance they could get to view the beautiful dragons in the weyr, they jumped at it!

"Can we bathe him?" One of them asked, and T'ver nodded. She'd had so much work thrown at her while the dragon was growing up that she knew she was going to like being here at the weyr -- she would be able to pawn off some of those duties on the younger weyr brats!

You do not love me any more! You will not wash me again? called out Nukath's distressed mind, when the three weyrlings began the task of finding buckets for their sand.

"Of course I love you you silly beast!" T'ver said, laughing. "These younglings will have their own dragons to love some day too but I want to get a little sleep before showing you off. I know they'll do a good job washing you."

You always liked to do it before...

"Don't mope! You weren't as big as you are now back then! At Gallimim I wasn't sure when you were going to stop growing! It will take me and the weyrbrats to keep you as clean as you want to be, Nukath!"

"I can't believe you talked me into this," T'ver said, slurred, to Shard.

"I can't believe you fell for it!" He said, laughing. They sloshed their way back to their dragons, who waited patiently by the lakeside.

They'd been on a three-hold drink crawl party, along with several other riders. They'd already lost one to a hold a ways back, and it looked like they were about to lose another. The green rider staggered over to the bushes and began upchucking into them.

"Such a waste of good wine," W'ick said, "some people can't hold it down!"

"Not and go between and come back alive," Petra said, angrily wiping her lips. "I'm going home. You people are crazy." She moved back to Foreth, her green, who haughtily looked at the others. "Mother, I'm sure that you'll get over this, but if you don't I expect to give father some nice flowers at your funeral..."

Alexis laughed hard, and belched. The men in the party laughed heartily, and they got onto their dragons again.

"Where to, o glorious leader?" N'ate asked, as he mounted up on bronze Tikith.

Shard leaned on blue Jeremoth and shrugged. "Dunno... South."

"South! There's some good ales in the south!" called out L'tan. Bronze Bornilith trumpeted as they took to the air.

They went between, without any trouble navigating. That at least N'ate and Shard were very good at. Either of them seemed able to find their way around Pern with ease. And with whatever level of alcohol in their blood...

"We're here," Shard announced, "Seasparkul!"

It was daylight here, and that fact drove K'eet and his wife Alexis into screaming drunken annoyance. "You said we'd keep going until dawn!" K'eet yelled from brown Ashmarth. "It's past noon here! You wherry headed dimglow!" He very nearly fell off his dragon he was yelling so hard. Alexis laughed again, and mixed another belch with it.

"I'm done," she announced, "I can't do this any more... I'm so confused..." She giggled, and bespoke Reetoth her green to ask the locals if they could be offered some kind of rest area and perhaps a pot of klah.

It was only moments later when a green dragon in full glorious luster soared overhead. She was headed to the wherry pens, and it looked like she was about to gorge herself on the kill she made, when a man came running up through the group's area.

"Don't you dare eat that!" He yelled, making W'ick and R'iel wince. "Just blood it you silly girl! You'll never out fly them if you eat it!"

Less than half sober, the group finally turned to see the green blooding her second kill. It was right about then that the fully-aware and very bored group of male dragons left raised their heads in curiosity.

There is a very fine female to fly, Jeremoth bespoke broadly.

She is healthy, but I am bigger and faster! Nukath's mind clearly sent.

"Don't even think about it!" W'ick yelled at Rowinth. He looked to R'iel and saw him battling with his own Blue about flying in this state.

"Don't you think one of us should stop them?" Asked N'ate, to his fellow bronze rider L'tan. L'tan rolled his eyes. His bald and tattooed head glistened in the daylight.

"Why? They're both right, you know. Nukath should fly, he's getting into his what, second turn? That's old enough. And besides, if that is the green's rider, he'd better worry if Nukath doesn't fly her!" He tossed his head at the man, who was still obviously fighting with the green to gain control of her long enough to start the flight properly.

He looked up and saw the big brown take to the air, then looked at his green. Then, he scanned the crowd for the rider of that brown. The big brown woman who looked with the big broad smile across her lips was the one which came to his eyes first. Then, he saw the tall tanned man watching the smaller blue who pursued his dragon.

"That's a Talor dragon," someone said, perhaps one of the other riders who had gathered below to watch the flight. "But who are these others?"

Shard finally snapped out of his daze, and looked at the green rider. "I am Shard, leader of the Protectorate. You," he straightened up like a moronic drunk peacock, "might have heard of me."

N'ate smacked him on the shoulder, and said, "that's his blue Jeremoth, from what used to be Seascape Weyr. And the brown is Nukath of Gallimim, ridden by T'ver here." He indicated the dark skinned woman. "We're... just here for a short stint."

"You smell of wine," someone else pointed out.

"We certainly do," R'iel said, finally having gotten blue Wyith under the idea that he had no business flying this green, no matter how glossy her hide was. "Excellent wines from Ablan and ... I forget where else."

"Well... I'm K'mon, and that is my Kamolonth up there. So you be careful!" The young excitable rider exclaimed. "This is her first flight!"

T'ver sauntered up to the young man, and draped her arm over his shoulder. "You, my boy, are in for a long, strange ride..." She laughed loudly, and then shoved at Shard. "Stay away from him, blue rider, the green's Nukath's!"

"Says you," Shard muttered, "Jeremoth's beat out browns before..."

N'ate clamped his hand onto T'ver's strong shoulder before she said something totally stupid about that clutch being the one which disappeared somewhere when Seascape vanished. She narrowed her eyes and growled, much like her brown Nukath did above. The flurry of local dragons and their foreign ones dashed overhead, and the Flight was on!

** note that the flight might have flown but there was no fourth clutch at Seasparkul so I don't know who might have won