The dominant, younger Carmen stands just under 5'10, and is built remarkably curvy. Don't let those curves fool you, though. She's very strong and quite tough. Her hair is rich sunset reds and oranges, and turns golden shades in the sun. Her skin is fair, and largely unblemished. She is 16 turns old, and has it in her head to fly against Thread -- with or without a dragon!
The more sultry and somewhat silly Kiffin is 17 turns old, standing over 6'1 and more slender build than his sister. His hair too has gradiated shades of browns and tan, and he has the same brilliant blue eyes as his sister. However, he tends to smuggle makeup from Holder girls' rooms into his weyr so he can cover up his "imperfections" such as his too-pale lips and obnoxiously high cheekbones.
"Kit?" the pouty-lipped lad asked, "what kit?"
Carmen stomped over to her brother's desk and snatched the skin-rouge from his hand. "THIS kit. You know that this stuff is very valuable!"
"Yes, my sweet sister, I do know that," Kiffin looked up at her and flickered his eyes open and shut. The pale blue above his eyes made the darker blue iris stand out. He did apply a bit too much red to his cheeks.
Carmen shook her head and put on a snarl. "Kiffin, you're going to get yourself beat senseless by the Holder boys."
"That's why I have you, Carmen, so you can protect me..." he said, standing, "but you know I can take care of myself."
Carmen looked at the wooden practice sword resting against his clothes chest. "Too well, my brother."
When Kiffin swayed around the room, prancing to no one in particular, Carmen watched him. He held himself with a slightly comical grace, but better than most of the holder's daughters ever could. Of course, he was revolting in a dress, and yes, she'd been made to help him cover that little incident up before their parents found out about it.
Carma and Daymar were upstanding citizens of Dawnlight Hold, after all. One a vetran diplomat and the other a long-standing senior guard. They had other siblings crawling around the Hold, but none of them usually wanted to play with this pair. With good reason: they played dirty and they played rough.
Until Carmen's feminine figure started to show, they used to play tricks on the Holders by switching places and cutting classes together. They looked so much alike, until ... Carmen chuckled a bit.
"What's funny, sister?" Kiffin asked, thin eyebrow shot over his forehead.
"Oh, nothing. Just how we used to play, that's all. It's a little less likely now that I've ... grown up so much."
"And I remain sadly flat-chested as always," Kiffin sighed, and then let off a raucous laugh.
"You could actually start doing some weight lifting, you know, that thing called 'work' around the Hold, Kiffin. That'd make your muscles stand out." Carmen poked his stomach.
"But work is so much like... Work!" He whined.
"It's so much like what you're in for if my dragon is right," said someone from the entrance to their weyr, and both siblings jumped right out of their skins.
Two riders stood in the doorway, one of them from the Protectorate, and the other was someone neither had seen before.
"A'rd? Who is this?" Carmen said, while her brother skittered out of view, possibly to remove some of the excessive makeup on his face.
"This is H'ron from Lasair weyr," the white-haired man introduced, "he and I were discussing search process when both our blues decided that we had to visit you."
"Hasiveth has a remarkable nose," H'ron said. "Sent us all the way in here." He indicated the weyr which was in fact rather deep in Dawnlight's structure.
"Wait a moment," Kiffin said, from the other side of the room, towel in hand and face in somewhat disarray. "You ... came here on Search?"
Carmen caught on half a second later, "here? Us you mean? Searched?"
The pair looked at one another and their little lips twisted quickly into broad and hopeful smiles.
They stood close to one another as the eggs trembled on the sands. Then, suddenly, the first egg broke open showing off a brown dragonet. He slithered free from his egg and paced beyond the boys and over to where Carmen stood.
You are right for me, those bosy are not. He told the young woman.
"Suit yourself, Treunyth, you know who you want!" Carmen laughed and looked over the back of her beautiful brown dragonet at the jealous boys. All but her brother of course, who smiled at her knowing that she got exactly what was right for her.
Then, the hatching continued quickly. A blue and green, then of all things a white! Only the second hatching at Lasair and already a white! A green and another blue broke shell and found their partners. Carmen watched with Treunyth from the sidelines, the hunger growing in the little dragon's belly, as they waited for her brother.
A brown hatched and chose, and then another white! Everyone was stunned! Two whites! For the second clutch! Carmen was willing to put Marks down that for the third there might be more! She laughed at that thought, as the last egg hatched, a very pretty green.
She strode over to Kiffin and looked as if she loved every ounce of attention she was getting.
What is that you're wearing on your face? The dragonet asked Kiffin, it looks like paint!
"I'll explain later, Caileath, right now, you look like you need some food!"
I do too! Bespoke little Treunyth, and Carmen led her freshly impressed brother off the sands.
