Otta was always hoping, always planning, that even though she was the last child (fifth of five girls) she'd still get the best deal out of marriage. She wanted a good man, and though her eldest sister was married off to a middle-aged Lord (and therefore had a big Hold and had lots of money) she was unhappy; her second-eldest sister had been married to a more minor Lordling, and struggled with their finances as well as his family; her middle sister ran away rather than be married to the choice that their parents lined up for her - she came back later but was still unmarried; her next older sister fretted constantly over whether her suitor would be good enough for their parents.

That left Otta, who was boldly pretty and extremely smart, stylish and somewhat more physical than her sisters. She did want to marry. She wanted to have kids, and do all the things that holders did! And she was smart enough to know that because she was the last in her family, and the dowries had been sucked away and there was little more for whoever was left... any man that looked to her wasn't looking for money, and wasn't looking for land. He'd be looking for her.

There was a man, her age (at that time sixteen) who was a crafter's son. He was strong and reasonably charming, though not very good looking. But he was smart, and that was what attracted them to each other. It was also what attracted another young woman, but she was a Lady... two years their elder, and with pull in the Hold. They'd threatened his family more than once, to stop him from trying to chase other girls. It was as though the Lady had bought him, that was what he admitted to Otta. Otta had to watch (because everyone came to weddings) as this girl stole the one man in the Hold who actually liked her for herself, and who she felt truly devoted to. Of course they could have had an affair, but ... that would have to be later. He had duties now, to her and her family.

And then the dragonriders came. In the midst of her grief over this whole thing, after all a sixteen year old girl was still going to be distraught over any lost love, a search rider approached her and offered to bring her to Blue Mountain Aurie. She'd never heard of the place. But then... she didn't care. They said that the clutch waiting on the sands was massive but soft yet, so she had some time to wrap up her issues. On the day before she was to be taken away... Otta walked right up to that Lady Holder, and in front of her husband slapped her hard across the face, spat on her, and turned her back to walk away.

Otta practically ran, but kept her cool. The Lady didn't follow, but shouted obscenities that even a sailor would pale at. Among the other comments she knew she heard her true love stifle a snicker and a muttered apology to the woman he married, she only wished she could have turned to see the look on his face.

Otta stood with dozens of other young folk, and was stunned to be approached by a richly blue hatchling. He nudged her hip, and his red eyes turned to a rich golden green when he announced he was Bheliuth. Only barely after they'd learned to fly between, they and many others were sent off to support the wings at Dragonhope Weyr.

Dragonhope was a fine place, in Otta's opinion, because it was chilly like her home, and had plenty of places to climb, and most of all dozens of crafters and intellectuals! Since she was clearly able to help, Otta was placed in charge of the candidates who needed further education, or to learn to read and write. That let the scribes (which were plentiful) get back to their other duties, though she was far from the only one doing this. Otta has sent her fine blue off on short mating flights, though she's still a little leery of the Weyr way of things in terms of children and marriage.

Bheliuth, Blue

active, chatty, talkative
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Status: Commoner, House Born child
Age: 17
Gender: female
Siblings: 4
Born: last
Legitimacy: born to married parents
Childhood Health: average for a youngster
Adult Height: a bit short for an adult
Adult Build: slender and willowy
Skin Tone: teal tinted
Hair Color: auburn red
Hair Style: afro-curled
Hair Length: cut to the neck
Eye Color: forest green
Literacy Level: read at a good level of competancy
Politeness Level: they are very polite and proper at all times
Focus: they carefully attend to details
They're better than average in appearance
Often they will share, but not with anyone they do not trust

Values and Goals
Likes: their clothing
Enjoys deeply: being alone
Moderate goal: marry and have a family
Overwhelming fear: a rival in love
Enjoys deeply: being far from home
Odd Skill (learned outside of craft if any): climbing

Originally From: plainsland community
Location size: kind of large
Location climate: snowy
Searched: a few months back
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