Nezhuth liked hearing the story of her One's past, pulling it out of her nearly any time of day or night. Of course, if Medda didn't tell the story Nezh would have a little green hissy fit. This bad behavior bled over into the bronze flitter Sticky, who chattered at Medda - but quieted if given a treat. He didn't much care or even comprehend the story.

Medda had been the second of her father's children, but the first of four to her mother with him. Her older brother was off at a craft hall and would hardly ever be seen around their hold. Medda felt that perhaps if he'd been around to help, they wouldn't have been split up. When her youngest sister was only three, a hard time fell on the hold. The crops had failed because of the hard rains that year, they could hardly afford to pay their tithes - thankfully they would always have protection because of the rest of the lake's holds. But two neighboring Lords decided that they would be better off with the land and cothold split among them... and the family could remain on as servants or they could leave.

They chose to do both: Medda's two middle siblings remained with their mother, and she along with her young sister in tow with their father left for distant places. Though it was hard, her father took them along a trade route and met up with a variety of people along the way. Some were good - gypsies that laughed and told stories, and offered to fix up their wagon; some weren't so nice, like the bandits who threatened Medda's little sister and frightened her so much that the girl hardly spoke a word for years.

Medda and her sister watched, both wordless and shocked, as a pair of dragons descended from the skies and soundly beat down the bandits. It was at that point when one of them, a blue-rider, Searched Medda. Some day, he said, she should contact a weyr and see about standing. Some day, she might be a rider!

In the end, they wound up with the gypsies more often than not. Medda did her best to learn some of their tricks, she loved the clothing and the dancing - and though she didn't admit it to her father, she learned from one of the other teenage girls how to pick a man's pocket while they spun around the dance floor. For her part, whenever they would reach a new hold or location, Medda served as a makeshift recordskeeper and scribe - she and her father were quite valuable for making sure that contracts were kept, that deals were fair.

Medda and her family wound up at the base of the tall, frigid cliffs below Dragonhope Weyr. The port town welcomed many travelers though more by sea because it was quite difficult to travel on land there. She was seventeen now, her sister nine, and her father ready to settle back down - here would be a good place for him, everyone needed an accountant. And up there, with the sun glinting off the pale violet ice, was the Weyr. She didn't stand there, they'd learned very recently of a huge clutch at a place called Blue Mountain. So there, she was sent. By then she was well used to travel, but she'd never done so on a dragon's back before!

It was, as she put it, delicious. The wind in her hair and tears blown back from her squinting eyes - this was what she wanted, she'd never even known. And so when she stood among the many, many candidates at Samth's clutch, it was with more tears in her eyes as Nezhuth came to her - to her - and they became one.

By the time Medda's tale was done, the green herself was soundly asleep and Sticky was hardly able to keep his little head up. Sticky had been a gift, given by one of the boys with the racing flitters - there would always be plenty of flits around with them! Medda was not fearless in the face of Thread, they fought it bravely enough with the replacement-wing, but also they flew as sweep riders - the land below stretching out for miles and miles, always on the alert for signs of danger or Thread.

Nezhuth, Green

charming, quarrelsome, loves to argue, aggressive

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Status: Commoner, House Born child
Age: 17
Gender: female
Siblings: 4
Born: first, plus one unexpected older half-sibling from their father's indescretions
Legitimacy: born to unmarried parents
Fostered due to: financial need
Childhood Health: healthy
Adult Height: a bit short for an adult
Adult Build: average in build
Skin Tone: fair
Hair Color: strawberry blond
Hair Style: afro-curled
Hair Length: cut short to ears
Eye Color: rich red-brown
Literacy Level: can read proficiently well
Politeness Level: on occasion they've been known to mutter an insult openly
Focus: attention is paid to their work, they are focused, yet that attention is often over-used in certain conditions
They are attractive
They'd rather keep things for themself, but if they're asked they'll share

Values and Goals
Values immensely: their father
Likes: the light places
Low goal: marry and have a family
Practically nonexistant fear: being alone
Moderate goal: protect something or someone
Odd Skill (learned outside of craft if any): gypsy things, wandering performers

Originally From: lake side community
Location size: bustling
Location climate: temperate
Searched: as a young child
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