Post by felina on Sept 23, 2013 20:26:33 GMT -8
Name: Evlindra ("Lin") Sandborn
Pronunciation: Ev-lin-druh
Gender: Female
Age: 22 Turns
Turnday: 52.12.13
Weyr: Ice Stone Weyr
Rank: Dragon Rider
Family:
Nereidra, Mother, Herder
Kevlin, Father (deceased; biological)
Vertori, Father (adoptive)
Older brother, Nertori, Tanner
Older sister, Vereidra, Weaver
Younger sister, Torei, Weaver
Weyrmate: None
Friends: None as yet
Pets: None
Appearance:
Lin is a very small young woman, barely breaking five feet and with a build that almost lets her be taken for a particularly scrawny boy. She, however, appears to pay this no mind, and will almost certainly walk around as though she's the biggest person in the vicinity, holding her head high and glaring up at anyone who dares to question her. This is slightly undermined on occasion by her hair, which seems to be trying to take up as much space as the rest of her does. It falls in tight black curls to her lower back, though she typically contains it in a single thick braid to keep it out of her—and everyone else's—way. Her eyes are almost as dark as her hair, though on closer inspection they are in fact a dark brown. Her skin, too, is rather dark.
All too often, she can be found frowning at someone else's behavior. Her smiles, when she makes them, are broad, and the way her eyes scrunch up a bit make her look like she's planning some sort of mischief.
Personality:
Lin is not a quiet and meek woman. She is blunt and forthright, rarely witholding her opinions when she has one, which is most of the time. She has little tolerance for those who refuse to listen, to either her or someone else, and won't hesitate to interrupt anyone acting in such a manner. In fact, she is rarely hesitant in any action, and once she decides on a course of action will continue on that course until a task is completed or she is forced to change tack. This near single-mindedness can sometimes mean that she doesn't do things in the most effective manner, as she is rigid and resistant to change.
She is self-assured, proud, and confident, to the point that she can come across as somewhat arrogant and haughty. She doesn't take criticism well, and will occasionally argue with her detractors, trying to prove that her way is in fact the best way. She tends to be rather bossy, and often expects people to conform to her methods and thinking. Though she prefers to be in a position of authority, she is perhaps better-suited to a secondary role, despite not always being particularly good at taking orders. Her respect must be earned, but once it is earned she is uncompromisingly loyal and even, if she believes someone is truly a good leader, somewhat obedient.
Perhaps Lin's greatest downfall is her short temper, which is quickly triggered by any number of things. She is highly judgmental, and if someone she doesn't like annoys her, will readily begin yelling at them. Her pet peeves include rudeness, ill-thought-out actions, deceit, and anything that puts another person in danger--though she rarely, if ever, spares a thought for her own safety. However, a direct insult to her will almost inevitably result in her anger being unleashed on the person. Despite her short fuse, she recognizes that her words are not always kindly meant, and she will usually apologize for her actions after a period of time. Her anger lasts about as long as it takes to build, and she readily forgives.
Fear is something that she prefers to pretend does not exist, and for the most part she succeeds, almost never admitting to actually being afraid. In fact, she is often at least a little afraid, as she is somewhat scared of the dark, despite refusing to tell anyone else.
Despite her somewhat abrasive manner, Lin always acts with the greater good in mind. Though confident, she is not particularly ambitious, and her primary goal is to reconcile conflicts wherever she can, believing that prolonged anger is the quickest route to failure. She is generally altruistic, and is especially willing to give of her time when possible. She is highly protective of those people that she cares about, which is pretty much everyone, even when she doesn't necessarily show it well. She isn't particularly good with children, never knowing how to treat them.
History:
It wasn't particularly surprising when Nereidra, a Journeyman Beastherder, left her two children in the care of her husband, Vertori, while she traveled to Ista to work under a master there. What was surprising was, when two Turns later, she returned with an infant that didn't particularly resemble Vertori. To his credit, Vertori simply shrugged off the fact that his wife had been unfaithful, ignored the whispers that nobody really tried to conceal, and raised Nereidra's daughter as his own.
It was perhaps lucky for Lin that she had such a caring family to shield her from all of the people who would call her a mistake. Her older siblings, not old enough to know that anything was unusual, would have defended her dignity until the end, had she not quickly shown herself to be more than capable of standing up for herself from an early age. Even as a child still too small to be assigned any real chores, Lin refused to take insults from anybody, and would fight children twice her size if driven to it.
She was, in fact, driven to it quite often, and would almost always lose. She spent most of her early childhood getting into fights over one silly thing or another, especially when confronted by anyone who brought into question her irrational fear of the dark, and she gained a reputation not exactly as a troublemaker, but as one who certainly got herself into more than a few scrapes. Her knuckles will probably forever bear the scars of some of her fistfights.
Luckily, Lin did eventually learn not to get into so many fights. Sort of. While she stopped resorting to using her fists to talk for her, she also learned how to use her voice. Her size was never going to offer her any great advantage, but she was too stubborn to ever back down entirely, so instead she started arguing with anyone who would listen about anything that seemed the slightest bit unjust. She had little tolerance for liars, and less for people who still attempted to insult her, so it was more than a little bit of relief for her parents when she started to learn to be a Tanner, following her older brother's footsteps.
She was thirteen when she started her apprenticeship, and well on her way to becoming a productive member of Pernese society. For the most part, aside from her frequent arguments with other apprentices, she fared well. She wasn't especially skilled at her craft, but neither was she completely unskilled, and she did well enough to get by. Turns passed in such a manner, with her being largely absorbed in her work as she grew into a young woman.
That was she got the chance to go to Ista. It was just a short trip, to deliver some finished work, but Lin jumped at the opportunity to accompany one of the Tanner masters on the journey. She'd always known where she came from, but had never actually been there, and had never even seen her biological father. She had only a name to go off of, but she thought it might be enough. For three weeks as they traveled, she tried to imagine what sort of man he was. Was he a crusader for justice? A rider, maybe? A Lord's son, a craftsman, a Healer?
It didn't take long for her to find someone who knew him to crush all of her hopes. Kevlin had been a Smith, to be sure, but he'd also been more than a bit of a swindler, and had been run out of the Hold when one of his knives, brittle with inferior quality metal, had shattered shortly after being presented to the Lord Holder. He was presumed dead.
She made the journey back far more subdued than usual, hardly even registering when the master she was with made an offhand remark about her insistence on keeping the fire going through the night when the sky was overcast and the light from the twin moons couldn't shine through. Her mother, a person she had always looked up to, had fallen for a crook. And that made her a crook's daughter.
However, stranger things were on the horizon. It was shortly after her return that she encountered an Ice Stone Weyr rider at a Gather, buying some leather for his green's straps. He appeared deep in thought, and riders tended to know what they were about when it came to leather quality, so she didn't pay him much mind, preferring instead to educate a young couple who were convinced that she was trying to cheat them on the price of good sole leather. As though they had any place to question either her honor or the leather she was selling. It wasn't even as though she had tanned it herself--it bore a master's stamp, which they would have known had they paid any attention--she was only the one working the stall at the time.
When they had finally been sent away with no leather at all, the greenrider started to make his purchase, then stopped mid-sentence, appeared to stare off into space for a few moments, then asked her if she wanted to come to the Weyr to stand as a candidate.
Lin was quite certain that he was joking, and told him as much. But still he kept insisting, kept saying that an Ice named Temperanth had a clutch on the Sands, kept claiming that his Green had a good eye for candidates, even if they were so small that he'd nearly failed to notice them. She huffed at that, but finally agreed and, a few days later, stood on the Sands with no small amount of nervousness.
The entire Hatching passed with no sign of her Impressing. A dark, shimmery dragon was male and apparently that was unusual, but to her eyes it all seemed quite strange. Two dragons were playing tag and seemed to be in no hurry to make their choices, and she was quite resigned to returning to the hold. It wasn't a bad life there after all, and while her hopes had briefly flared, while she had briefly thought that maybe she could be a rider someday, she had finally gotten those hopes under control again.
MyLin, I have found you!
The suddenly shrill, excited voice in her head was not expected, though it was slightly less surprising than the little rough-skinned Brick barreling into her shins immediately afterward, looking up at her as though she was the best thing in the whole world.
I would like to play another game, but first I would like to eat and why did you have to stand in my way like that, anyhow?
And so, without having really planned to, Lin Impressed. She quickly found that being a rider was nothing like she had imagined. Dashalishath was not really a fighter, and in fact she seemed to have more fun playing games and attempting to prank the other Weyrlings than she did actually doing anything remotely serious. At times, Dashalishath's frivolity grated on her nerves but, unable to do anything that would ever change her, Lin let the little Brick be herself; after all, it wasn't as though anything she would say could ever change her.
Weyrlinghood passed mostly without incident on their part, Dashalishath's frequent pranks on her clutchmates and anyone else who got caught in the crossfire aside. They were never the best students, but neither were they the worst; where the Brick failed at paying attention when it came to learning how to between (it took them some time to get the hang of it well enough to be allowed to attempt it themselves) she excelled at flying, making aerial maneuvers seem easy in a way Lin could hardly understand.
However, it didn't go quite so smoothly for all of that clutch. When Lin heard that two of her fellow Weyrlings had been kidnapped, she was ready to march off to wherever they'd been taken and destroy anyone who dared get in her way. What had been done was wrong, and she was furious that she could do nothing to right it. It was Dashalishath who managed to cheer her up, attempting to make silly faces at her with what little ability she had to make faces at all and eventually resorting to sitting on Lin and telling her all the ways that they could set traps for those who would commit such a heinous act. In the end, Lin ended up determined that Braxis and his men would pay for what they'd done, and that she'd have a hand in it.
Adoption?: If she somehow ends up being plot-relevant and I disappear, sure!
Dragon's Name: Dashalishath
Dragon’s Gender: Female
Dragon's Age: 1 Turn
Dragon's Color: Brick
Dragon's Appearance:
At 19 feet, Dashalishath is on the small side even for a Brick. She's lean, and there seems to be more limbs to her than anything else. However, this hardly stops her from being adept at flying, and in fact she seems to find tricky maneuvers easy. Her mottled coloration is somewhat on the darker side, mostly a muted dark wine-red and a slightly-faded color of the same shade, though she does have some brighter patches, primarily around her extremities. Like others of her color, her hide is slightly rougher than usual.
Dragon's Personality:
Dashalishath is, much to her rider's consternation, more than a little bit of a troublemaker. She takes joy in games, chasing just about anything that moves, no matter what it might be, and her favorite hobby is setting traps and ambushing people. She rarely sits still for long, preferring to spend her time trying to find someone to play with, regardless of whether or not they actually want to play with her. In fact, she doesn't usually understand that they don't want to play with her, finding it difficult to believe that anyone out there would not want to play. In many regards, she can be incredibly dense, not understanding a concept until it is explained for her in great detail.
However, where spatial relations are concerned, she's anything but dense. This allows her to execute tricky aerial maneuvers and also to figure out the best place to set a trap. It can make her truly dangerous to be around at times, because she always knows the quickest route to something, and that "something" is usually actually someone she feels like playing with. Some people, but especially Lin, have learned to be careful when in this Brick's general vicinity, because there's often at least one pitfall nearby, and sometimes other traps as well. Very little can get her down; she is almost eternally cheerful.
Dragon's History:
Right from the start, Dashalishath was an energetic young dragon. She hatched halfway through her hatching, but spent the remainder of the time running around and playing games with her siblings instead of Impressing. After all, she knew who she wanted, the small young woman standing in front of a much taller boy, but she had time still before she had to choose, and playing games was great fun. It wasn't until the end that she finally decided that she was hungry and that it was time, and she made her choice, finding her by running straight into her.
Lin seemed surprised, but happy, and therefore Dashalishath was happy. After all, there wasn't much more that she could ask for. The next few months weren't always easy; Lin sometimes grew annoyed by her games, but always had a smile for her anyways. Lessons were harder, often boring, and she didn't particularly care to pay attention to the more difficult subjects, which was most of them. She didn't understand what the purpose of learning how to get images from her rider's mind was, and it wasn't nearly as much fun as other lessons.
What was more difficult than lessons was when two of the other dragons got stolen, along with their riders. Lin was so angry, she even made Dashalishath almost want to fly over to those who had done the stealing and breathe fire at them, but she didn't know how to produce a flame yet and had no way of flying to them. So instead, Dashalishath tried to cheer up her rider, since there was little else she could do for her. It worked, in the end, and Lin finally smiled, but she didn't know how long doing something like that would work.
Thankfully, nothing else particularly awful happened. She eventually learned to go between, and despite being of the opinion that learning how was incredibly dull, she found that flying was fun. More than fun, in fact. Flying upside-down was even more fun, and she was glad her rider was so insistent on trying to be fearless, because it meant that she could try these new things without having to worry about how she might react.
Pronunciation: Ev-lin-druh
Gender: Female
Age: 22 Turns
Turnday: 52.12.13
Weyr: Ice Stone Weyr
Rank: Dragon Rider
Family:
Nereidra, Mother, Herder
Kevlin, Father (deceased; biological)
Vertori, Father (adoptive)
Older brother, Nertori, Tanner
Older sister, Vereidra, Weaver
Younger sister, Torei, Weaver
Weyrmate: None
Friends: None as yet
Pets: None
Appearance:
Lin is a very small young woman, barely breaking five feet and with a build that almost lets her be taken for a particularly scrawny boy. She, however, appears to pay this no mind, and will almost certainly walk around as though she's the biggest person in the vicinity, holding her head high and glaring up at anyone who dares to question her. This is slightly undermined on occasion by her hair, which seems to be trying to take up as much space as the rest of her does. It falls in tight black curls to her lower back, though she typically contains it in a single thick braid to keep it out of her—and everyone else's—way. Her eyes are almost as dark as her hair, though on closer inspection they are in fact a dark brown. Her skin, too, is rather dark.
All too often, she can be found frowning at someone else's behavior. Her smiles, when she makes them, are broad, and the way her eyes scrunch up a bit make her look like she's planning some sort of mischief.
Personality:
Lin is not a quiet and meek woman. She is blunt and forthright, rarely witholding her opinions when she has one, which is most of the time. She has little tolerance for those who refuse to listen, to either her or someone else, and won't hesitate to interrupt anyone acting in such a manner. In fact, she is rarely hesitant in any action, and once she decides on a course of action will continue on that course until a task is completed or she is forced to change tack. This near single-mindedness can sometimes mean that she doesn't do things in the most effective manner, as she is rigid and resistant to change.
She is self-assured, proud, and confident, to the point that she can come across as somewhat arrogant and haughty. She doesn't take criticism well, and will occasionally argue with her detractors, trying to prove that her way is in fact the best way. She tends to be rather bossy, and often expects people to conform to her methods and thinking. Though she prefers to be in a position of authority, she is perhaps better-suited to a secondary role, despite not always being particularly good at taking orders. Her respect must be earned, but once it is earned she is uncompromisingly loyal and even, if she believes someone is truly a good leader, somewhat obedient.
Perhaps Lin's greatest downfall is her short temper, which is quickly triggered by any number of things. She is highly judgmental, and if someone she doesn't like annoys her, will readily begin yelling at them. Her pet peeves include rudeness, ill-thought-out actions, deceit, and anything that puts another person in danger--though she rarely, if ever, spares a thought for her own safety. However, a direct insult to her will almost inevitably result in her anger being unleashed on the person. Despite her short fuse, she recognizes that her words are not always kindly meant, and she will usually apologize for her actions after a period of time. Her anger lasts about as long as it takes to build, and she readily forgives.
Fear is something that she prefers to pretend does not exist, and for the most part she succeeds, almost never admitting to actually being afraid. In fact, she is often at least a little afraid, as she is somewhat scared of the dark, despite refusing to tell anyone else.
Despite her somewhat abrasive manner, Lin always acts with the greater good in mind. Though confident, she is not particularly ambitious, and her primary goal is to reconcile conflicts wherever she can, believing that prolonged anger is the quickest route to failure. She is generally altruistic, and is especially willing to give of her time when possible. She is highly protective of those people that she cares about, which is pretty much everyone, even when she doesn't necessarily show it well. She isn't particularly good with children, never knowing how to treat them.
History:
It wasn't particularly surprising when Nereidra, a Journeyman Beastherder, left her two children in the care of her husband, Vertori, while she traveled to Ista to work under a master there. What was surprising was, when two Turns later, she returned with an infant that didn't particularly resemble Vertori. To his credit, Vertori simply shrugged off the fact that his wife had been unfaithful, ignored the whispers that nobody really tried to conceal, and raised Nereidra's daughter as his own.
It was perhaps lucky for Lin that she had such a caring family to shield her from all of the people who would call her a mistake. Her older siblings, not old enough to know that anything was unusual, would have defended her dignity until the end, had she not quickly shown herself to be more than capable of standing up for herself from an early age. Even as a child still too small to be assigned any real chores, Lin refused to take insults from anybody, and would fight children twice her size if driven to it.
She was, in fact, driven to it quite often, and would almost always lose. She spent most of her early childhood getting into fights over one silly thing or another, especially when confronted by anyone who brought into question her irrational fear of the dark, and she gained a reputation not exactly as a troublemaker, but as one who certainly got herself into more than a few scrapes. Her knuckles will probably forever bear the scars of some of her fistfights.
Luckily, Lin did eventually learn not to get into so many fights. Sort of. While she stopped resorting to using her fists to talk for her, she also learned how to use her voice. Her size was never going to offer her any great advantage, but she was too stubborn to ever back down entirely, so instead she started arguing with anyone who would listen about anything that seemed the slightest bit unjust. She had little tolerance for liars, and less for people who still attempted to insult her, so it was more than a little bit of relief for her parents when she started to learn to be a Tanner, following her older brother's footsteps.
She was thirteen when she started her apprenticeship, and well on her way to becoming a productive member of Pernese society. For the most part, aside from her frequent arguments with other apprentices, she fared well. She wasn't especially skilled at her craft, but neither was she completely unskilled, and she did well enough to get by. Turns passed in such a manner, with her being largely absorbed in her work as she grew into a young woman.
That was she got the chance to go to Ista. It was just a short trip, to deliver some finished work, but Lin jumped at the opportunity to accompany one of the Tanner masters on the journey. She'd always known where she came from, but had never actually been there, and had never even seen her biological father. She had only a name to go off of, but she thought it might be enough. For three weeks as they traveled, she tried to imagine what sort of man he was. Was he a crusader for justice? A rider, maybe? A Lord's son, a craftsman, a Healer?
It didn't take long for her to find someone who knew him to crush all of her hopes. Kevlin had been a Smith, to be sure, but he'd also been more than a bit of a swindler, and had been run out of the Hold when one of his knives, brittle with inferior quality metal, had shattered shortly after being presented to the Lord Holder. He was presumed dead.
She made the journey back far more subdued than usual, hardly even registering when the master she was with made an offhand remark about her insistence on keeping the fire going through the night when the sky was overcast and the light from the twin moons couldn't shine through. Her mother, a person she had always looked up to, had fallen for a crook. And that made her a crook's daughter.
However, stranger things were on the horizon. It was shortly after her return that she encountered an Ice Stone Weyr rider at a Gather, buying some leather for his green's straps. He appeared deep in thought, and riders tended to know what they were about when it came to leather quality, so she didn't pay him much mind, preferring instead to educate a young couple who were convinced that she was trying to cheat them on the price of good sole leather. As though they had any place to question either her honor or the leather she was selling. It wasn't even as though she had tanned it herself--it bore a master's stamp, which they would have known had they paid any attention--she was only the one working the stall at the time.
When they had finally been sent away with no leather at all, the greenrider started to make his purchase, then stopped mid-sentence, appeared to stare off into space for a few moments, then asked her if she wanted to come to the Weyr to stand as a candidate.
Lin was quite certain that he was joking, and told him as much. But still he kept insisting, kept saying that an Ice named Temperanth had a clutch on the Sands, kept claiming that his Green had a good eye for candidates, even if they were so small that he'd nearly failed to notice them. She huffed at that, but finally agreed and, a few days later, stood on the Sands with no small amount of nervousness.
The entire Hatching passed with no sign of her Impressing. A dark, shimmery dragon was male and apparently that was unusual, but to her eyes it all seemed quite strange. Two dragons were playing tag and seemed to be in no hurry to make their choices, and she was quite resigned to returning to the hold. It wasn't a bad life there after all, and while her hopes had briefly flared, while she had briefly thought that maybe she could be a rider someday, she had finally gotten those hopes under control again.
MyLin, I have found you!
The suddenly shrill, excited voice in her head was not expected, though it was slightly less surprising than the little rough-skinned Brick barreling into her shins immediately afterward, looking up at her as though she was the best thing in the whole world.
I would like to play another game, but first I would like to eat and why did you have to stand in my way like that, anyhow?
And so, without having really planned to, Lin Impressed. She quickly found that being a rider was nothing like she had imagined. Dashalishath was not really a fighter, and in fact she seemed to have more fun playing games and attempting to prank the other Weyrlings than she did actually doing anything remotely serious. At times, Dashalishath's frivolity grated on her nerves but, unable to do anything that would ever change her, Lin let the little Brick be herself; after all, it wasn't as though anything she would say could ever change her.
Weyrlinghood passed mostly without incident on their part, Dashalishath's frequent pranks on her clutchmates and anyone else who got caught in the crossfire aside. They were never the best students, but neither were they the worst; where the Brick failed at paying attention when it came to learning how to between (it took them some time to get the hang of it well enough to be allowed to attempt it themselves) she excelled at flying, making aerial maneuvers seem easy in a way Lin could hardly understand.
However, it didn't go quite so smoothly for all of that clutch. When Lin heard that two of her fellow Weyrlings had been kidnapped, she was ready to march off to wherever they'd been taken and destroy anyone who dared get in her way. What had been done was wrong, and she was furious that she could do nothing to right it. It was Dashalishath who managed to cheer her up, attempting to make silly faces at her with what little ability she had to make faces at all and eventually resorting to sitting on Lin and telling her all the ways that they could set traps for those who would commit such a heinous act. In the end, Lin ended up determined that Braxis and his men would pay for what they'd done, and that she'd have a hand in it.
Adoption?: If she somehow ends up being plot-relevant and I disappear, sure!
Dragon's Name: Dashalishath
Dragon’s Gender: Female
Dragon's Age: 1 Turn
Dragon's Color: Brick
Dragon's Appearance:
At 19 feet, Dashalishath is on the small side even for a Brick. She's lean, and there seems to be more limbs to her than anything else. However, this hardly stops her from being adept at flying, and in fact she seems to find tricky maneuvers easy. Her mottled coloration is somewhat on the darker side, mostly a muted dark wine-red and a slightly-faded color of the same shade, though she does have some brighter patches, primarily around her extremities. Like others of her color, her hide is slightly rougher than usual.
Dragon's Personality:
Dashalishath is, much to her rider's consternation, more than a little bit of a troublemaker. She takes joy in games, chasing just about anything that moves, no matter what it might be, and her favorite hobby is setting traps and ambushing people. She rarely sits still for long, preferring to spend her time trying to find someone to play with, regardless of whether or not they actually want to play with her. In fact, she doesn't usually understand that they don't want to play with her, finding it difficult to believe that anyone out there would not want to play. In many regards, she can be incredibly dense, not understanding a concept until it is explained for her in great detail.
However, where spatial relations are concerned, she's anything but dense. This allows her to execute tricky aerial maneuvers and also to figure out the best place to set a trap. It can make her truly dangerous to be around at times, because she always knows the quickest route to something, and that "something" is usually actually someone she feels like playing with. Some people, but especially Lin, have learned to be careful when in this Brick's general vicinity, because there's often at least one pitfall nearby, and sometimes other traps as well. Very little can get her down; she is almost eternally cheerful.
Dragon's History:
Right from the start, Dashalishath was an energetic young dragon. She hatched halfway through her hatching, but spent the remainder of the time running around and playing games with her siblings instead of Impressing. After all, she knew who she wanted, the small young woman standing in front of a much taller boy, but she had time still before she had to choose, and playing games was great fun. It wasn't until the end that she finally decided that she was hungry and that it was time, and she made her choice, finding her by running straight into her.
Lin seemed surprised, but happy, and therefore Dashalishath was happy. After all, there wasn't much more that she could ask for. The next few months weren't always easy; Lin sometimes grew annoyed by her games, but always had a smile for her anyways. Lessons were harder, often boring, and she didn't particularly care to pay attention to the more difficult subjects, which was most of them. She didn't understand what the purpose of learning how to get images from her rider's mind was, and it wasn't nearly as much fun as other lessons.
What was more difficult than lessons was when two of the other dragons got stolen, along with their riders. Lin was so angry, she even made Dashalishath almost want to fly over to those who had done the stealing and breathe fire at them, but she didn't know how to produce a flame yet and had no way of flying to them. So instead, Dashalishath tried to cheer up her rider, since there was little else she could do for her. It worked, in the end, and Lin finally smiled, but she didn't know how long doing something like that would work.
Thankfully, nothing else particularly awful happened. She eventually learned to go between, and despite being of the opinion that learning how was incredibly dull, she found that flying was fun. More than fun, in fact. Flying upside-down was even more fun, and she was glad her rider was so insistent on trying to be fearless, because it meant that she could try these new things without having to worry about how she might react.
