Background: Maelynn had been wed at a young age, but lost her husband and toddler daughter when they went on a caravan trip. Husband and daughter were killed in a wraith attack on the caravan. Maelynn had stayed home because of feeling ill.
She lived the "proper" life of a widow for a few years until one day she met F'ran, a dragon rider from the Whiteriver Warren. He had stopped at the guild to water his dragon from the stream nearby. He returned to visit her often, amidst considerable scandel about the Guild. In a few months Maelynn found that she was pregnant. F'ran pleaded with her to become his mate and come to the WhiteRiver Warren, but she refused, knowing that at any time F'ran could be hurt or killed and knowing that she could not bear than kind of loss again, especially in so strange a place as a Warren.
Maelynn raised Moira in the Weaver's guild, and F'ran visited his daughter often. Moira has some memories of this. F'ran was killed in an accident when she was 7, breaking Maelynn's heart. She become ill and slowly wasted away, dying eight years later. Neither Maelynn nor Moira really knew what had happened to F'ran, just that he had stopped coming to visit. Maelynn thought he had taken a Warren mate and forgotten about them. Moira later discovered the truth when she was searched and brought to the Warren, F'ran had died mysteriously while on patrol.
Moira has some basic knowledge of how to care for sick people, because of caring for her mother. She doesn't know much about herbs or other healing however.
She often endured taunts and harrassment because of being raised a bastard. After her mother died it only became worse, as she was now orphaned and dependent on the guild. At the age of 8 her talent manifested itself, and the guildmembers shunned her even more. She quickly learned to act like as if her ability didn't exist.
It did not help matters any that she grew so very tall and that her eyes were unnerving to look into. Moira has adapted a manner of standing, a way of shrinking in on herself, to make herself look smaller, and seldom looks people in the eye. She will answer questions quietly and respectfully, but seldom offers opinion. When asked for one she usually will state "I wouldn't know anything about that." and divert the conversation from herself. Some of that has changed since coming to the Warren, but in times of stress she will revert to old habits.
Moira has achieved her general training, and is able to spin thread, dye cloth, weave, and sew. There had been some discussion of apprenticing her to a master to expand her skills in one of thes areas, but no one is inclined to take a bastard orphan under thier wing, especially one so uncanny as Moira.
Moira has a love of color, when her training in cloth dyeing took place she actually enjoyed it immensely. Secretly she has taken small amounts of dye and warped or flawed white material and painted with it, she keeps the paintings hidden in her small room. She also loves to sing, though she has a quiet voice and will seldom do so around other people.
After coming to the Warren Moira stayed for a time with Barry, a tailor, finding a second father in him. Unfortunately, Barry was killed in an attack by the Blindfolded Lady Cult. Moira helps out in the healing center, is currently under dragonrider training, and has been using her unusual talent to try and track down various cells of the Cult. Her anger and hatred for them is nigh on overwhelming.
Dragon: Vasra
Color: Indigo and black
Eye Color: pale green
Demeanor: Vasra is fairly calm and slow to ire, but can be
wicked if she or Moira are threatened. Her hatching was
traumatic thanks to the Blindfolded Lady Cult, as well as
Moira lost a loved one in the attack...so Vasra harbors
considerable hatred towards the followers of the
Blindfolded Lady, mirroring Moira's own.
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