Personality: Irona is a kind young woman most of the time, but she is one of the few who believe in tough love. Normally, as I said, she is kind and understanding, though she can’t/won’t usually help somebody in need. She’s stubborn, very headstrong and seriously, you have to give her her slack, because if you pull the reins to tight on this filly, there’ll be trouble. But sometimes she very docile and needs to have a tight rein on her, or else she gets very out of hand and sometimes can endanger herself. But she hates it when somebody tries to, or does, dominate her. She fights back, hating to be beaten and it’s found difficult to do so. But once you have gained her trust and her yours, she’s a faithful and loyal friend and companion and will, one day, make a fine weyrmate for some lucky fellow…

Rank/Occupation: Dragonrider
Location: Fort Weyr
Impress? Already has

Dragon’s Name: Devineth
Age: 2 (about six months out of training)
Colour: Green
Appearance: Devineth is a rather rugged looking dragon, for a green that is. She’s above average, about the size of a large blue to be exact, with her hide being very dark, mistaken sometimes for black in dim lighting. Only on the undersides of her wing does it lighten slightly, maybe two shades, and is flecked with a soft sea green.

Personality: Devineth is just a tad, well masculine. Unlike most greens, or females in general, she doesn’t worry herself too much with manners and the like, eating as messily as she can most of the time. Much like Hers, she hates to be beaten or dominated, and will surely be mad after her first Flight. She actually fights sometimes, though rarely, and she’s very hot tempered and, once her temper flares, she’s near impossible to calm down.

Sample Post:

{Why must we leave High Reaches Irona?}
[Because, I don’t wish to stay here. That Duo character has hounded me far too long.]
{Why don’t you just hit him? Or I can eat him if you like?}
[I have hit him! And besides, he give you a stomachache dear, so we are transferring to Fort, it’s already okayed by the Weyrleaders.]
{Oh fine then! Let’s go, the sooner we leave, the better.} Irona smiled and looked at herself in the mirror which still hung on her wall, making sure she looked as much like a man as she possibly could. She straightened her tunic before doing up the fasteners on her riding jacket, which fit her properly, unlike the tunic and shirt beneath it. Yes, she was ready for Fort Weyr.

She wasn’t long out of Weyrling Training, quite true, and had had the chance of being a Wingthird, but she declined it once that sharding Duo realized she was a woman! Once that had happened, the dragon-less man wouldn’t leave her alone! Sometimes she just wished Devineth would flame him and get it over with! With a snort and a quick check on her ponytail, Irona turned and mounted her dragon, smiling as she checked her fighting straps. She double-checked the sacks that hung beside her legs, filled with her few belongings. Ok, she was ready.

[Let’s go Dev.]
{Whatever you say Mine.} With a sweep of her wings, Devineth was airborne, circling ever higher and then blinking between without a hesitation.

The intense cold took Irona’s breath away and she gasped as they appeared over Fort Weyr. It was lovely, only a tad different from High Reaches though. She smiled and inhaled the crisp air as Devineth circled down to the Bowl. Irona had to go see the Weyrleaders and find out which weyr was hers to have. She dismounted with a practiced ease, swinging down and landing in a most cat-like way. She patted her dragon’s neck and watched as the green circled up to one of the ledges that surrounded Fort’s bowl. With one more smile, Irona made her way into the Weyr, peeling off her thick wherhide gloves as she walked.

Hmm…now, where was the Council Room? She shrugged and just strolled along on her way, keeping an eye and ear out for anything that could give her a hint. She didn’t see anybody in the corridors, so just kept walking. Her blue eyes peered from beneath her bangs, which hid them quite well but did not obscure her vision. She heard footsteps and two voices, that of a man and that of a woman. She continued to walk and soon came face to face with the very people she was looking for, the Weyrleaders. It was easy to tell it was the Weyrleaders, quite easy actually.

’Excuse me Weyrleaders.’ Her voice automatically turned to the slight baritone she used when trying to conceal her true self. ’I’m the green rider from High Reaches that you were informed about. I was simply wondering where I was to take up residence.’ The two Weyrleaders looked at her, but the Weyrwoman even had to lift her gaze slightly.

”Ah…green rider…oh yes! I’ona was it?” The Weyrleader spoke in his deep, yet calm, voice. Irona nodded, meeting R’vin’s gaze from beneath her forelock. ”Just find yourself an empty Weyr and I’ll have you placed in a wing soon.” Irona could see R’vin’s smile and returned it toothily, nodding and bowing.

’Thank you sir and ma’am.’ With another quick bow, Irona turned and hurried back out to the Bowl, calling Devineth as she did so. When she entered the Bowl again, Devineth was waiting for her. Deftly, Irona stuffed her gloves into her belt and mounted her dragon again.

[Come on Dev, we just need to find an empty weyr.]
{That’s easy enough to do, let’s go.} The green took off easily once more, circling and looking at the many ledges and mouths that made weyr entrances. It didn’t take long before they found an empty weyr, Dev swooping in and landing smartly. Hers dismounted once more and removed harness and sacks from the green before Dev went to her new bed.

{It hasn’t been live din for a while, but I’ll clean it out.}
[Ok, I have to unpack.] And so it began, cleaning and unpacking. By the time they were done, both were dirty and exhausted. With a sigh, Irona flopped onto her new bed and rapidly fell asleep…