Weyr/Location: Golden Flights Rank: Racer Family: Mom and Dad. Weyrmate/Spouse: None yet Friends: Only her pet Pets:
Silver Charm Blue Dork White Teensy
Appearance: She's little, at only 4'8" tall, but she doesn't let that stop her. She likes to wear rainbow clothing, and big, thumpy boots that you can hear from a long way off. Her hair is dyed all the colors of the rainbow, and her laughing eyes are a bright blue. She has a nice tan, and is actually quite muscular(she likes riding runners). She doesn't wear jewelry at all, and will look at you funny if you offer it to her and just ask what it's good for.
Personality: Silly, playful and a born rider, she loves being around both animals and people. She also loves stories, and will hunt for many hours for a good tale to tell if she hears rumor of it. To make her mad is to see a childish footstamp and a huff as she crosses her arms under her chest and glares at you. She doesn't hold grudges though, and doesn't stay mad long either.
History: Dancing into her parent's lives on a rainy summer day(with rainbow in the sky, for which she was named), she has been loud and silly since the day of her birth, bringing joy to those around her. As she grew, she continued her silliness, and went from place to place to help those who needed it. She became a jockey at her current age, hasn't been doing it long, but already she's good, a natural born as one old man has put it. Her history isn't spectacular or drama filled. It just is what it is. And that's a fact.
The wind kicked up around the blond woman as she surveyed the area around Golden Flight Hold. To anyone who looked up the hill to see her, it looked as though Weyrwoman Rilora had come to visit her old home, perhaps to visit her family once again. A small smile rose to the face of Rilora’s duplicate at that thought. She was not Rilora. Same blond hair, same fair skin, and same body, twisted slightly with the devilish grin on her face.
Ayolia dearest, don’t forget to mention me if you have a moment. The light voice of the dragoness had a cold quality to it even if its owner was pleased. Ayolia turned to view her bonded, a smile on her face. Every inch a Queen, the dragoness was a metallic blue, marked with silver bands on her tail and feet. An Azure-Silver, a beautiful but dangerous dragoness if the legends were true. Ayolia intended a different sort of legend for herself and her dragoness soon enough.
“Of course Diath. I am most certainly going to have to mention you to my parents.” Oh, how she had waited. Diath had become full grown, and now was the time. The time to show them. Ship her off to who knows where, would they? Try to pretend that she had never existed would they?! Just because they had another oh so perfect daughter they could just lie about her, the too late twin? The only thing she had to thank them for was throwing her out into the world to find Diath. Oh that trip to Igen had been worth it. After beginning her work her, she would return to that rat’s nest and show it what for. Show them for calling her darling Diath a curse.
“I must thank them for everything by introducing them to you. You will be patient here, won’t you Diath?”
Of course. Don’t keep me waiting. The Dragoness chided lightly as Ayolia grabbed her gear. Both of them knew that Ayolia intended to be quick.
“Shadow, come.” She turned on her heels and headed down into the Hold, her black canine following with intend eyes on his surroundings. He was such a good helper. She grinned wickedly as she strode forward. She needed all the help she could get when planning a good kidnapping.
It was all smiles as she returned home, putting on a grand act for her former family, as she thought of them as. Oh she had changed, become better! She wanted to prove herself, show off the skilled she had gathered abroad. Sweet words got her most of the way, Shadow and some clever herbs got her the rest. With both of her parents trussed up and placed before Diath, she took one last look at Golden Flight Hold. She resolved to return someday to tear the place down.
“Hmm, two people seems one too many. We really only need one hostage. Diath, feeling hungry?”
They aren’t even worth eating Ayolia. But… Diath grabbed Loethien between her teeth and tossed him to the side, uncaring as to if he lived or died. I think we should take her. So much better
“I agree. Come, we have more work to do.” Hostage in tow, Ayolia jumped onto her Queen’s back and they started toward their hideout, Shadow siting in Ayolia’s lap. The Blond woman gave a glance backward, toward where she knew her sibling to be.
Come and get me now dear Weyrwoman! I’ll show you which of use is the worthless twin!