Post by hrsegrl on Feb 22, 2007 19:02:06 GMT -5
Character Info:
Name: Marisol
Age: 76
Gender: female
Rank: Retired Weyrwoman
Family:
Father: Marik (deceased) drudge at Telgar Hold
Mother: Solara (deceased) drudge at Telgar Hold
Brother: Solmar (age 74) Uncle at Telgar Hold
Sisters
Malara: (age 80) Nanny at Telgar Hold (has five children, all of which were sons who are drudges at Telgar)
Solarik: (deceased, died at 32 in childbirth, would be 78) Has a daughter who resides at the Weyr at her aunt’s request, (Solina, age 46)
Ariso: (age 70) cotholder’s wife. Nine children, four boys, five girls, youngest, a son, though an adult, still ahs a child’s mind.
Children:
Marivern: ( age 51) rider of blue Voseth ( age 39 turns), originally on the sands to impress the Gold egg, she did not disappoint her mother, or surprise her by impressing blue.
Reisol: (age 47) drudge at Telgar Hold, huge disappointment to her mother, was sent away due to fear of dragons.
M’lon- (age 41) rider of Brown Tevth ( 25 turns, Beynath x Dorth), gets along well with his mother and his sister Marivern.
Grandchildren:
R'net ( age 26) of Bronze Torenth(8, Beynath x Tlanth) mother Reisol, dragon fearer, his grandmother sent for him to be fostered at the Weyr when he was six. ( and no one gainsays Mari, as he calls her)
Marisol- (age 23) rider of green Seryth (5 turns Beynath x Tlanth)
named for her grandmother instead of combining her parents names as is common on Pern. Daughter of M'lon and his long time mate, Nalia.
Great Grandchildren-
Reiko- 4(1050), son of Greenrider Mariko of Sherianth(11 turns Beynath x Tlanth) and Wingsecond R'net of Bronze Torenth.
Appearance: Marisol was not just a beautiful woman. There are plenty of beautiful women at the Weyr. She had been born with an air about her that many found more than a little attractive. She could walk into a crowded room and everyone would stop what they were doing to look at her. The same still holds today but for more than just her appearance affords. Her hair that was once a deep red has now become the color of the graying clouds. It is long and thick and she often plaits it in a braid down her back. Her fawn brown eyes are both endearing and demanding. Her face wears the cares of a life lived.
As much as she hates to admit it, her joints hurt now and even make noise when she gets up to move. Last autumn, she fell and hurt the ligaments in her right knee so that now she walks with a slight limp. Barely noticeable actually. Mari is a strong woman even at her age, her muscles though old still show the effort she puts into them. Not many her age continue to excersize but she has always been one for mind over matter.
Often the now retired Weyrwoman looks on herself and thinks where did I go? Anyone in the Weyr would know who she is but she still sees herself with more scrutiny. What happened to the russet hair and the flawless skin? An old woman looks back at her with wrinkles and bright eyes. Her smile often reveals a person who knows more than she would dare tell. In fact its intriguing. Though she no longer sees any beauty in herself others do. A woman with so many mates could not have been ugly. She still has a spark to her that continues to burn, eventhough she no longer controls anyone but herself and her dragon. The woman wears no less than the best clothing, having been born a poor drudges child, Marisol loved the lavishness her title accorded her. Along with fine clothes she wears gorgeous jewelry, mostly requested by herself for one Gather or another. One would think that the woman would be compensating for height with personality by the sound of her, but that would be a lie. Mari is a solid 5’9” and not a thin as a rail either. While she would never let herself become fat, she isn’t starving herself either. Her weight may be a slight bit over what it used to be but its barely noticeable and she insists the extra body fat helps when one goes between.
Personality:
Opinionated, strong willed, charismatic, demanding, hard to deal with at times, she has made her share of enemies. Does she hold grudges? SHELLS YES! If you mess with her, she’ll ruin you like you would never imagine. Her eyes see everything, her ears hear everything and she says whatever she wants to say and expects people to hear her. Even as a child Marisol was as wild as fire and as witty as a Master Harper. She had no idea that she was the perfect recipe to ride a Queen Dragon. Having led the Weyr for so long without more than one or two small incidents says a lot about her personality. She doesn’t let anyone get to her. The woman, after becoming Weyrwoman put a wall around her so that none could touch her softer side.
Most are under the impression that she has no softer side, the new Weyrwoman being one of them. It is hard to be teacher to a student who doesn’t listen to what you say and even harder to disagree with said student. Marisol would rather have died than retire so now she is unsure what to do with herself. Many of the men in her past are so far past she doesn’t recall why she even spoke with them. The only thing she lives for day to day is Beynath. She could care less what anyone said but dragonriding was the best of life.
If anyone were to have a good conversation with her now, Marisol could tell them more about life and the world than they could ever ask. After all she had lived as a dragonrider for the better part of fifty nine turns.
History: If there was a difficult way to come into the world, Marisol lived it. Her mother, Solara was working, as drudges do, on the day of her birth. No one really stopped what they were doing just because they were having a child. Her father too was working. Her older sisters were with the Hold nannies. No one was expecting the baby for another month. However, it seemed she had chosen the day. It was a bleak, rainy and thunderous evening when Solara’s water broke. She lay in their small home sweating not just from effort but from the humidity. So it was that Marisol was born on Midsummer’s Eve. Her father had hoped for a son but it didn’t make him unloving. He cared deeply for his children. Marisol’s younger brother, Solmar, was very welcome two turns later. Mari is the middle child, third of five.
Her life at the Hold was not exactly thought provoking but Marisol was not the type of person to settle for a life that was beneath her. It was very clear long before she said even her first word that she was a demanding sort of person. At five turns old her closest friends were the Lord Holder’s children. She was intelligent and thought herself as good as any boy. In fact she barely noted a difference at that age. When she was ten she ran away from home. A drudge life wasn’t for her… no siree she was going to become a Trader and travel the world. Yup. That was the life for her. Marisol was sadly interrupted from her travels by an unlikely sight. Telgar Weyr was far enough away that she didn’t see a dragon everyday but she did see them fairly often. However this dragon was on the ground. The Bronze hide gleamed in the lowering sunlight. Marisol was just as captivated by the Bronze as his rider was by her. “Hello…” The man said with a charming smile. He was tall and handsome and she realized suddenly that she would be better off on a dragon than on the ground. Then she could see the world from the highest places. The dragonrider was still smiling when she finally got manners. “I’m Marisol of Telgar Hold.” The rider was paying attention to the way his dragon was reacting to the girl. He seemed to like her. Interesting.
“I’m L’tor and this is Bronze Orenth.” That was the beginning of a friendship. The dragon and the rider took her home and realizing she was not yet old enough to be part of the Weyr forgot about her, as much as anyone could forget about Marisol. (Not easy to do.) At fifteen she was a hellion. Her parents could not control her. She did what she wanted when she wanted. Sadly this was Marisol without direction or purpose. If only she belonged where she was she would not have to react so badly to everything. The Holder’s sons were no longer permitted to see her as she was a bad influence. Marisol felt she was loosing grip of herself. Instead of becoming defeated by her fears she became committed to finding a way to deal with them. Once she decided she needed to make a change, she did so. The very next morning she had a plan. A plan for her entire life. She was going to be powerful, more so than that silly Holder and his sons, she would change Pern and do what she willed not what a man wanted her to do, and never never never would she submit to a man out of fear.
Rumors came to her of a Gold Egg on the sands. Of course her heart skipped a beat at the thought but she knew the truth of her surroundings, who would find her here? The hold was huge and there were plenty of girls around who would jump at the chance. HAH! Flame them! She was going to get searched if she had to walk to the Weyr herself.
Fate may have heard her silent thoughts. Marisol found herself looking at a familiar Bronze hide again. “Hello.” The Bronzerider’s voice came again. “Hello.” She said back, Faranth was he handsome. “How fares Orenth, L’tor?” The man smiled amazed she had remembered something from six turns earlier. “Marisol, right?” He asked, as if he could have forgotten her. She laughed and asked how the search was going but he interrupted her. “Here’s the thing, Orenth and I are in agreement on this and we won’t be gainsayed, you belong at the Weyr.” The sixteen turn old was smiling, what a dashing man to say such things. She had wanted to get away for so long. “How would you like to ride a Gold dragon, Marisol?” “Who wouldn’t want to ride a dragon green, blue, brown, Bronze or Gold?”
“Herath and Darae will like her, don’t you think Orenth. True dragonrider spirit there.” He chuckled and watched the young beauty think. She wasn’t at all flustered by the idea instead she was thinking about how great being at the Weyr would be. She left home without a thought to why she would ever miss such a place. She was going to where dragons lived. The furthest from the ground she could get. My but she was ambitious. Marisol at the Weyr knew exactly what she wanted and as the days came closer and closer to the hatching, she found herself closer and closer to her dreams. She was focused and poised. She had even had more than one decent conversation with Weyrwoman Darae. The two got along fairly well except that Marisol seemed to speak her mind without thinking at times. A trait that she would have to learn to hide if she wanted to be a Weyrwoman. After all they had to appear poised.
L’tor made sure she met all the right people at the Weyr. Needless to say she was completely enamored with the Bronzer. He seemed to have ladies to spare but was paying her more and more attention which she of course used to her advantage. When it came to Hatching time, Marisol was more than ready to impress a dragon preferably the Queen. The smaller eggs seemed to Hatch first. Beautiful greens, busy blues and steady browns found their riders with haste. The Hatching seemed to go by so quickly and yet it lasted forever. The Gold was very slow coming out of her egg. She had the look of one who had a plan and knew exactly what she wanted. Marisol felt the eyes of the Gold on her and instantly felt a warmth all over her. Marisol, I am Beynath. We have much to do. Indeed, but you must call me Mari. Only my closest friends call me that. Mari, I am hungry. Of course you are. Now follow me and we will get you some good food and a nice bath and oil down. Then you can have a nap. I will leave you then to go to the Hatching Feast but if you should need me… You wherry brain. I will be sleeping. Marisol laughed and called out to the ear shattering shouts of the audience, “Her name is Beynath!”
The partnership of Marisol and Beynath was grande. In the beginning they were getting to know eachother easily and then they faced even greater things together bringing them closer together. They were involved in a training accident in which Bey hurt her right wing. Months later the wing was back to normal though she still seemed to have trouble with turning left. They never gave up on anything least of all their paramours. When Marisol was not with Beynath she was with L’tor. When her first flight came, Beynath was flown by Orenth and again her second time. L’tor was a notorious womanizer but it seemed he was more than preoccupied with Marisol to even think of other women. Sad news for the women of the Weyr. After their second clutch hatched, Danae had scheduled some Weyr Games. Orenth was injured horribly during the games. The Weyrhealers did what they could but there was no way the dragon would be able to survive the night. When L’tor was coherent he said his goodbye to the love of his life. “Darling, I’m sorry.” Marisol looked down at his injured body. He was bloody and his legs were broken. The tears in her eyes were unbidden but she could not seem to rid herself of them. She put a finger to his mouth to quiet him. “I’ll be fine.” She lied but it was bravely done. “Orenth suffers, you suffer. L’tor, be free.” Marisol kissed him gently on the forehead and helped him to Orenth. He held on to his best friend with the rest of his strength as the dragon, who should no longer have been able to do so, went between.
Marisol was inconsolable for months. Then there was no help for it, she had to do her job. Men were part of it whether she wished them so or not. Luckily, Weyrwomen held the power in the Weyr and Marisol could use her position to keep her busy. The next to fly her was an old friend, J’me of Bronze Duth. Even with a flight under their belts the two never really felt passionate about their relationship. So he remained a very good friend up until his own death about ten turns ago now (1043). The Weyrwoman, Danae was increasingly ill as the turns came and went. She had issues breathing in the cold and often wet air at Telgar. Though she wanted to Transfer she had to wait for an opening. Until such a time she did her best to train Marisol. However, Marisol never quite got in the habit of keeping her thoughts to herself. She was vibrant, young and entirely too bold. In fact all the Bronzeriders found her to be the most exasperating person they had ever met. Marisol thought it kept them all in check. She insisted on women and men having equal roles in the Weyr. Many more women were standing for her clutches than anyone else’s. The three turns that remained till Danae transferred had the pair at odds very often. Though it was increasingly apparent that the Weyr was moving in a new direction with the younger weyrwoman. No one was really suffering from allowing more women to stand. Marisol had a couple dalliances for Weyrmates in those three turns. Before her third flight she met T’vern and while he didn’t fly her that turn it didn’t stop them from becoming more than romantically involved. He was a transfer from Igen and Marisol, having put her heart on hold for some time, fell fast and hard for him. Their daughter was born later that turn, Marivern.
T’vern of Bronze Hemoth was the next Weyrleader for Telgar Weyr with newly appointed Senior Weyrwoman Marisol. Their second child, another daughter, Reisol was born at a more tensioned time between the two. For, while they loved passionately, they fought passionately too. The two enjoyed ten turns together and nine clutches. Until Marisol grew weary of him. He opposed what she wanted, thought he had control over her and she was fed up. A dark and stormy night, much like the one she had been born under sent him out of her weyr and her life along with a chair or two. That is if they survived shattering on the stone floors. Raging Queen indeed. Marisol put new meaning to the word anger that turn and found refuge in yet another man. Eskarth and his rider R'slon were calm and much more submissive than her last pairing. The new Weyrleader took her into counsel on all matters. They didn’t really love eachother in the way that Marisol had always dreamed it but it worked for her at the time. Their second clutch produced Gold Talorath. This relationship too lasted ten turns and produced her son, Marlon. Marisol swore after that birthing she would never again have a child. She was so ill during the pregnancy that she had contemplated Betweening.
For some reason Marisol needed a change. Too much of a challenge and no challenge at all didn’t work for her. She searched for a happy medium in her next partner. Sadly, Bronze Dorth’s rider, J'teb was older by about fifteen turns. Marisol wasn’t physically attracted to J'teb but they had a great working relationship. Their second clutch produced gold Valoith. She wasn’t sleeping around so to speak at this time but she had a lover. One man, who seemed to be increasingly wooing her and succeeding. He wasn’t from Telgar either and was her age. Marisol was resisting him with everything she had. She didn’t need a lover anymore. She was growing old. Her last clutch with Dorth was not all that spectacular. The man was incapable of flying and was retiring. It was time for Marisol to make a decision. One she had been avoiding for turns. To choose between love and the betterment of the Weyr. A young Bronze would be better but sadly she had once again felt herself entangled with a male. Men were awful blighters who deserved a good flaming.
Tlanth flew Beynath the next turn. It was a wonderful feeling, something Marisol, now 61 had not felt since she was a young woman of 16 falling for the handsome womanizer, L’tor. Tlanth’s rider, Q'tre also 61 turns old, enjoys his new position and even more so finally convincing the Weyrwoman that they should be together. Marisol finds her walls have been brought down but still she fights for the things she has always been passionate about, female equality and safety procedures for riding in drills or games. Marisol has not allowed games for the better part of 25 turns. Q’tre convinces her it is necessary to keep the wings strong though she never attends or watches them and Q’tre does not contend with the younger riders all that much.
Beynath’s 43rd clutch produces her 3rd Gold daughter, Adeloth. Adeloth impresses to a young woman by the name of Elisha. Q’tre and Marisol are surprised by this last Gold. The Weyrwoman had long thought that there would only be the two Golds from Beynath. It only proved Q’tre right that the two of them belonged together. After not rising this turn, Beynath and Marisol retired from their position as Senior Weyrwoman, leaving said post to Adeloth and Elisha.
Retiring was bittersweet for Marisol. The little girl in her, who had wanted to escape and be free to see the world, is finally free. The woman who wanted her ambitions achieved has seen them through to the end. The elder lady, tired and weathered wishes to be the little girl again. Though she sometimes thinks there is nothing more to look foreward to, her two grandchildren prove otherwise. Even more so, does her Weyrmate Q’tre. He loves her more than she ever expected a man to after L’tor died, even now she feels fortunate to have him with her.
Dragon info
Name: Beynath
Age: 60 turns
Color: Gold
Appearance: Beynath is a vibrantly colored gold. There is no mistaking her yellow Golden color in the sky. She carries her head high and uses her coloring to get her much attention. Even as an old dragon she has few wrinkled areas and keeps herself in as good of shape as her rider. The old couple is often flying short distances for fun. Her wings are strong though her right has been aching more and more easily with the passing turns. The Weyrlinghood accident had proven to be alright through her younger years but now she was feeling the pain. Ah the mistakes of youth.
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Personality:
A dragon on a mission for most of her life. Beynath always knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to reach for the impossible. In fact she’s quite an enigma for a dragon often wanting things for the future. The Future is rarely of importance to dragons. She doesn’t ever dwell on the past and often finds herself living for the moment. She prefers a good companion now than a dragon with a nice body, unlike in her younger turns. Often playing in the Lake, she has a lighter side which she shows to a few people. Mari in particular likes to go on short flights but Beynath too enjoys them. She’d prefer to sun most the day though.
Marisol may not want to admit it but age is catching up with her and Bey. The healers do what they can but it could be a long old age for the both of them. Beynath thinks that she should be happy with all this but still as always the future is bittersweet for both the dragon and the rider. As all dragons are, she is very logical in that she understands that stepping down from there position was right. Even if its hard to let go.
History: The egg cracked as she wanted it to. Young Beynath walked out onto the sands with a purpose. Hers was there, she would find her and then she would eat. Marisol was the one she chose and for good reasons that no one else would ever understand. The partnership was never perfect but that’s why one worked on relationships. Eventually the two became as close as two peas in a pod. Weyrling training was strenuous and hard. She was already the most clumsy dragon of her clutch when she hurt her right wing. Beynath took this personally though it was probably not entirely her fault.
Her flights were generally uneventful. She laid a grande total of 3 Gold eggs and more than 16 Bronzes, 35 Browns, 154 Blues and 228 Greens.
Clutch: 15th of Gold Herath x Bronze Waverth
Hatching Order: 7th
Wing: Retired
Name: Marisol
Age: 76
Gender: female
Rank: Retired Weyrwoman
Family:
Father: Marik (deceased) drudge at Telgar Hold
Mother: Solara (deceased) drudge at Telgar Hold
Brother: Solmar (age 74) Uncle at Telgar Hold
Sisters
Malara: (age 80) Nanny at Telgar Hold (has five children, all of which were sons who are drudges at Telgar)
Solarik: (deceased, died at 32 in childbirth, would be 78) Has a daughter who resides at the Weyr at her aunt’s request, (Solina, age 46)
Ariso: (age 70) cotholder’s wife. Nine children, four boys, five girls, youngest, a son, though an adult, still ahs a child’s mind.
Children:
Marivern: ( age 51) rider of blue Voseth ( age 39 turns), originally on the sands to impress the Gold egg, she did not disappoint her mother, or surprise her by impressing blue.
Reisol: (age 47) drudge at Telgar Hold, huge disappointment to her mother, was sent away due to fear of dragons.
M’lon- (age 41) rider of Brown Tevth ( 25 turns, Beynath x Dorth), gets along well with his mother and his sister Marivern.
Grandchildren:
R'net ( age 26) of Bronze Torenth(8, Beynath x Tlanth) mother Reisol, dragon fearer, his grandmother sent for him to be fostered at the Weyr when he was six. ( and no one gainsays Mari, as he calls her)
Marisol- (age 23) rider of green Seryth (5 turns Beynath x Tlanth)
named for her grandmother instead of combining her parents names as is common on Pern. Daughter of M'lon and his long time mate, Nalia.
Great Grandchildren-
Reiko- 4(1050), son of Greenrider Mariko of Sherianth(11 turns Beynath x Tlanth) and Wingsecond R'net of Bronze Torenth.
Appearance: Marisol was not just a beautiful woman. There are plenty of beautiful women at the Weyr. She had been born with an air about her that many found more than a little attractive. She could walk into a crowded room and everyone would stop what they were doing to look at her. The same still holds today but for more than just her appearance affords. Her hair that was once a deep red has now become the color of the graying clouds. It is long and thick and she often plaits it in a braid down her back. Her fawn brown eyes are both endearing and demanding. Her face wears the cares of a life lived.
As much as she hates to admit it, her joints hurt now and even make noise when she gets up to move. Last autumn, she fell and hurt the ligaments in her right knee so that now she walks with a slight limp. Barely noticeable actually. Mari is a strong woman even at her age, her muscles though old still show the effort she puts into them. Not many her age continue to excersize but she has always been one for mind over matter.
Often the now retired Weyrwoman looks on herself and thinks where did I go? Anyone in the Weyr would know who she is but she still sees herself with more scrutiny. What happened to the russet hair and the flawless skin? An old woman looks back at her with wrinkles and bright eyes. Her smile often reveals a person who knows more than she would dare tell. In fact its intriguing. Though she no longer sees any beauty in herself others do. A woman with so many mates could not have been ugly. She still has a spark to her that continues to burn, eventhough she no longer controls anyone but herself and her dragon. The woman wears no less than the best clothing, having been born a poor drudges child, Marisol loved the lavishness her title accorded her. Along with fine clothes she wears gorgeous jewelry, mostly requested by herself for one Gather or another. One would think that the woman would be compensating for height with personality by the sound of her, but that would be a lie. Mari is a solid 5’9” and not a thin as a rail either. While she would never let herself become fat, she isn’t starving herself either. Her weight may be a slight bit over what it used to be but its barely noticeable and she insists the extra body fat helps when one goes between.
Personality:
Opinionated, strong willed, charismatic, demanding, hard to deal with at times, she has made her share of enemies. Does she hold grudges? SHELLS YES! If you mess with her, she’ll ruin you like you would never imagine. Her eyes see everything, her ears hear everything and she says whatever she wants to say and expects people to hear her. Even as a child Marisol was as wild as fire and as witty as a Master Harper. She had no idea that she was the perfect recipe to ride a Queen Dragon. Having led the Weyr for so long without more than one or two small incidents says a lot about her personality. She doesn’t let anyone get to her. The woman, after becoming Weyrwoman put a wall around her so that none could touch her softer side.
Most are under the impression that she has no softer side, the new Weyrwoman being one of them. It is hard to be teacher to a student who doesn’t listen to what you say and even harder to disagree with said student. Marisol would rather have died than retire so now she is unsure what to do with herself. Many of the men in her past are so far past she doesn’t recall why she even spoke with them. The only thing she lives for day to day is Beynath. She could care less what anyone said but dragonriding was the best of life.
If anyone were to have a good conversation with her now, Marisol could tell them more about life and the world than they could ever ask. After all she had lived as a dragonrider for the better part of fifty nine turns.
History: If there was a difficult way to come into the world, Marisol lived it. Her mother, Solara was working, as drudges do, on the day of her birth. No one really stopped what they were doing just because they were having a child. Her father too was working. Her older sisters were with the Hold nannies. No one was expecting the baby for another month. However, it seemed she had chosen the day. It was a bleak, rainy and thunderous evening when Solara’s water broke. She lay in their small home sweating not just from effort but from the humidity. So it was that Marisol was born on Midsummer’s Eve. Her father had hoped for a son but it didn’t make him unloving. He cared deeply for his children. Marisol’s younger brother, Solmar, was very welcome two turns later. Mari is the middle child, third of five.
Her life at the Hold was not exactly thought provoking but Marisol was not the type of person to settle for a life that was beneath her. It was very clear long before she said even her first word that she was a demanding sort of person. At five turns old her closest friends were the Lord Holder’s children. She was intelligent and thought herself as good as any boy. In fact she barely noted a difference at that age. When she was ten she ran away from home. A drudge life wasn’t for her… no siree she was going to become a Trader and travel the world. Yup. That was the life for her. Marisol was sadly interrupted from her travels by an unlikely sight. Telgar Weyr was far enough away that she didn’t see a dragon everyday but she did see them fairly often. However this dragon was on the ground. The Bronze hide gleamed in the lowering sunlight. Marisol was just as captivated by the Bronze as his rider was by her. “Hello…” The man said with a charming smile. He was tall and handsome and she realized suddenly that she would be better off on a dragon than on the ground. Then she could see the world from the highest places. The dragonrider was still smiling when she finally got manners. “I’m Marisol of Telgar Hold.” The rider was paying attention to the way his dragon was reacting to the girl. He seemed to like her. Interesting.
“I’m L’tor and this is Bronze Orenth.” That was the beginning of a friendship. The dragon and the rider took her home and realizing she was not yet old enough to be part of the Weyr forgot about her, as much as anyone could forget about Marisol. (Not easy to do.) At fifteen she was a hellion. Her parents could not control her. She did what she wanted when she wanted. Sadly this was Marisol without direction or purpose. If only she belonged where she was she would not have to react so badly to everything. The Holder’s sons were no longer permitted to see her as she was a bad influence. Marisol felt she was loosing grip of herself. Instead of becoming defeated by her fears she became committed to finding a way to deal with them. Once she decided she needed to make a change, she did so. The very next morning she had a plan. A plan for her entire life. She was going to be powerful, more so than that silly Holder and his sons, she would change Pern and do what she willed not what a man wanted her to do, and never never never would she submit to a man out of fear.
Rumors came to her of a Gold Egg on the sands. Of course her heart skipped a beat at the thought but she knew the truth of her surroundings, who would find her here? The hold was huge and there were plenty of girls around who would jump at the chance. HAH! Flame them! She was going to get searched if she had to walk to the Weyr herself.
Fate may have heard her silent thoughts. Marisol found herself looking at a familiar Bronze hide again. “Hello.” The Bronzerider’s voice came again. “Hello.” She said back, Faranth was he handsome. “How fares Orenth, L’tor?” The man smiled amazed she had remembered something from six turns earlier. “Marisol, right?” He asked, as if he could have forgotten her. She laughed and asked how the search was going but he interrupted her. “Here’s the thing, Orenth and I are in agreement on this and we won’t be gainsayed, you belong at the Weyr.” The sixteen turn old was smiling, what a dashing man to say such things. She had wanted to get away for so long. “How would you like to ride a Gold dragon, Marisol?” “Who wouldn’t want to ride a dragon green, blue, brown, Bronze or Gold?”
“Herath and Darae will like her, don’t you think Orenth. True dragonrider spirit there.” He chuckled and watched the young beauty think. She wasn’t at all flustered by the idea instead she was thinking about how great being at the Weyr would be. She left home without a thought to why she would ever miss such a place. She was going to where dragons lived. The furthest from the ground she could get. My but she was ambitious. Marisol at the Weyr knew exactly what she wanted and as the days came closer and closer to the hatching, she found herself closer and closer to her dreams. She was focused and poised. She had even had more than one decent conversation with Weyrwoman Darae. The two got along fairly well except that Marisol seemed to speak her mind without thinking at times. A trait that she would have to learn to hide if she wanted to be a Weyrwoman. After all they had to appear poised.
L’tor made sure she met all the right people at the Weyr. Needless to say she was completely enamored with the Bronzer. He seemed to have ladies to spare but was paying her more and more attention which she of course used to her advantage. When it came to Hatching time, Marisol was more than ready to impress a dragon preferably the Queen. The smaller eggs seemed to Hatch first. Beautiful greens, busy blues and steady browns found their riders with haste. The Hatching seemed to go by so quickly and yet it lasted forever. The Gold was very slow coming out of her egg. She had the look of one who had a plan and knew exactly what she wanted. Marisol felt the eyes of the Gold on her and instantly felt a warmth all over her. Marisol, I am Beynath. We have much to do. Indeed, but you must call me Mari. Only my closest friends call me that. Mari, I am hungry. Of course you are. Now follow me and we will get you some good food and a nice bath and oil down. Then you can have a nap. I will leave you then to go to the Hatching Feast but if you should need me… You wherry brain. I will be sleeping. Marisol laughed and called out to the ear shattering shouts of the audience, “Her name is Beynath!”
The partnership of Marisol and Beynath was grande. In the beginning they were getting to know eachother easily and then they faced even greater things together bringing them closer together. They were involved in a training accident in which Bey hurt her right wing. Months later the wing was back to normal though she still seemed to have trouble with turning left. They never gave up on anything least of all their paramours. When Marisol was not with Beynath she was with L’tor. When her first flight came, Beynath was flown by Orenth and again her second time. L’tor was a notorious womanizer but it seemed he was more than preoccupied with Marisol to even think of other women. Sad news for the women of the Weyr. After their second clutch hatched, Danae had scheduled some Weyr Games. Orenth was injured horribly during the games. The Weyrhealers did what they could but there was no way the dragon would be able to survive the night. When L’tor was coherent he said his goodbye to the love of his life. “Darling, I’m sorry.” Marisol looked down at his injured body. He was bloody and his legs were broken. The tears in her eyes were unbidden but she could not seem to rid herself of them. She put a finger to his mouth to quiet him. “I’ll be fine.” She lied but it was bravely done. “Orenth suffers, you suffer. L’tor, be free.” Marisol kissed him gently on the forehead and helped him to Orenth. He held on to his best friend with the rest of his strength as the dragon, who should no longer have been able to do so, went between.
Marisol was inconsolable for months. Then there was no help for it, she had to do her job. Men were part of it whether she wished them so or not. Luckily, Weyrwomen held the power in the Weyr and Marisol could use her position to keep her busy. The next to fly her was an old friend, J’me of Bronze Duth. Even with a flight under their belts the two never really felt passionate about their relationship. So he remained a very good friend up until his own death about ten turns ago now (1043). The Weyrwoman, Danae was increasingly ill as the turns came and went. She had issues breathing in the cold and often wet air at Telgar. Though she wanted to Transfer she had to wait for an opening. Until such a time she did her best to train Marisol. However, Marisol never quite got in the habit of keeping her thoughts to herself. She was vibrant, young and entirely too bold. In fact all the Bronzeriders found her to be the most exasperating person they had ever met. Marisol thought it kept them all in check. She insisted on women and men having equal roles in the Weyr. Many more women were standing for her clutches than anyone else’s. The three turns that remained till Danae transferred had the pair at odds very often. Though it was increasingly apparent that the Weyr was moving in a new direction with the younger weyrwoman. No one was really suffering from allowing more women to stand. Marisol had a couple dalliances for Weyrmates in those three turns. Before her third flight she met T’vern and while he didn’t fly her that turn it didn’t stop them from becoming more than romantically involved. He was a transfer from Igen and Marisol, having put her heart on hold for some time, fell fast and hard for him. Their daughter was born later that turn, Marivern.
T’vern of Bronze Hemoth was the next Weyrleader for Telgar Weyr with newly appointed Senior Weyrwoman Marisol. Their second child, another daughter, Reisol was born at a more tensioned time between the two. For, while they loved passionately, they fought passionately too. The two enjoyed ten turns together and nine clutches. Until Marisol grew weary of him. He opposed what she wanted, thought he had control over her and she was fed up. A dark and stormy night, much like the one she had been born under sent him out of her weyr and her life along with a chair or two. That is if they survived shattering on the stone floors. Raging Queen indeed. Marisol put new meaning to the word anger that turn and found refuge in yet another man. Eskarth and his rider R'slon were calm and much more submissive than her last pairing. The new Weyrleader took her into counsel on all matters. They didn’t really love eachother in the way that Marisol had always dreamed it but it worked for her at the time. Their second clutch produced Gold Talorath. This relationship too lasted ten turns and produced her son, Marlon. Marisol swore after that birthing she would never again have a child. She was so ill during the pregnancy that she had contemplated Betweening.
For some reason Marisol needed a change. Too much of a challenge and no challenge at all didn’t work for her. She searched for a happy medium in her next partner. Sadly, Bronze Dorth’s rider, J'teb was older by about fifteen turns. Marisol wasn’t physically attracted to J'teb but they had a great working relationship. Their second clutch produced gold Valoith. She wasn’t sleeping around so to speak at this time but she had a lover. One man, who seemed to be increasingly wooing her and succeeding. He wasn’t from Telgar either and was her age. Marisol was resisting him with everything she had. She didn’t need a lover anymore. She was growing old. Her last clutch with Dorth was not all that spectacular. The man was incapable of flying and was retiring. It was time for Marisol to make a decision. One she had been avoiding for turns. To choose between love and the betterment of the Weyr. A young Bronze would be better but sadly she had once again felt herself entangled with a male. Men were awful blighters who deserved a good flaming.
Tlanth flew Beynath the next turn. It was a wonderful feeling, something Marisol, now 61 had not felt since she was a young woman of 16 falling for the handsome womanizer, L’tor. Tlanth’s rider, Q'tre also 61 turns old, enjoys his new position and even more so finally convincing the Weyrwoman that they should be together. Marisol finds her walls have been brought down but still she fights for the things she has always been passionate about, female equality and safety procedures for riding in drills or games. Marisol has not allowed games for the better part of 25 turns. Q’tre convinces her it is necessary to keep the wings strong though she never attends or watches them and Q’tre does not contend with the younger riders all that much.
Beynath’s 43rd clutch produces her 3rd Gold daughter, Adeloth. Adeloth impresses to a young woman by the name of Elisha. Q’tre and Marisol are surprised by this last Gold. The Weyrwoman had long thought that there would only be the two Golds from Beynath. It only proved Q’tre right that the two of them belonged together. After not rising this turn, Beynath and Marisol retired from their position as Senior Weyrwoman, leaving said post to Adeloth and Elisha.
Retiring was bittersweet for Marisol. The little girl in her, who had wanted to escape and be free to see the world, is finally free. The woman who wanted her ambitions achieved has seen them through to the end. The elder lady, tired and weathered wishes to be the little girl again. Though she sometimes thinks there is nothing more to look foreward to, her two grandchildren prove otherwise. Even more so, does her Weyrmate Q’tre. He loves her more than she ever expected a man to after L’tor died, even now she feels fortunate to have him with her.
Dragon info
Name: Beynath
Age: 60 turns
Color: Gold
Appearance: Beynath is a vibrantly colored gold. There is no mistaking her yellow Golden color in the sky. She carries her head high and uses her coloring to get her much attention. Even as an old dragon she has few wrinkled areas and keeps herself in as good of shape as her rider. The old couple is often flying short distances for fun. Her wings are strong though her right has been aching more and more easily with the passing turns. The Weyrlinghood accident had proven to be alright through her younger years but now she was feeling the pain. Ah the mistakes of youth.
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Personality:
A dragon on a mission for most of her life. Beynath always knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to reach for the impossible. In fact she’s quite an enigma for a dragon often wanting things for the future. The Future is rarely of importance to dragons. She doesn’t ever dwell on the past and often finds herself living for the moment. She prefers a good companion now than a dragon with a nice body, unlike in her younger turns. Often playing in the Lake, she has a lighter side which she shows to a few people. Mari in particular likes to go on short flights but Beynath too enjoys them. She’d prefer to sun most the day though.
Marisol may not want to admit it but age is catching up with her and Bey. The healers do what they can but it could be a long old age for the both of them. Beynath thinks that she should be happy with all this but still as always the future is bittersweet for both the dragon and the rider. As all dragons are, she is very logical in that she understands that stepping down from there position was right. Even if its hard to let go.
History: The egg cracked as she wanted it to. Young Beynath walked out onto the sands with a purpose. Hers was there, she would find her and then she would eat. Marisol was the one she chose and for good reasons that no one else would ever understand. The partnership was never perfect but that’s why one worked on relationships. Eventually the two became as close as two peas in a pod. Weyrling training was strenuous and hard. She was already the most clumsy dragon of her clutch when she hurt her right wing. Beynath took this personally though it was probably not entirely her fault.
Her flights were generally uneventful. She laid a grande total of 3 Gold eggs and more than 16 Bronzes, 35 Browns, 154 Blues and 228 Greens.
Clutch: 15th of Gold Herath x Bronze Waverth
Hatching Order: 7th
Wing: Retired