Zafirah is roughly 20 turns old, and comes from an obscure family of laborers from the local area. Her father was a metal worker, and her mother a weaver. It was an odd arrangement, but one of economic convenience. And it produced about, oh, 3 children, since her mother threatened to remove certain parts of his anatomy if he tried another. Her mother and father, unfortunately, both tended to be wisecrackers. Of course, one couldn't question the words of a woman who had been in labor for almost 36 hours.

        Zafirah is the middle child in her family, but there were no sons. Her parents were disappointed. Her sisters, Thuraya and Sensura, were alright as siblings went. Thuraya, despite being the elder, was the moody one. Sensura was a perpetual ditz, and would sometimes get lost in one room. This left Zafirah to be the stolid one, stuck in the middle of balancing Thuraya's mercurial nature, and Sensura's ... confusion.

        As a child, Zafirah was amazingly hardy for a girl. She never really caught any of the sniffles that would plague the other children, so her mother used her to convey soup when she could not. Once, the girl saw a shiny bauble, a well polished shell, on the bottom of a washing tub, and reached for it. But her chubby little arms couldn't reach... and Zafirah fell in. It was strange, seeing those bubbles on the bottom of the tub. But a laundry lady soon found Zafirah and pulled her out.

        Thus, Zafirah learned to respect things bigger than she was. Which, at her age, was a lot. As a child, she was average-sized. All little girls must learn a trade someday, and when she turned 12, Zafirah started training for a craft.

        But unlike Thuraya, who became a weaver like her mother, and Sensura, who was looking at becoming something less skilled, Zafirah was given to a tanner as an apprentice, since the boy who had once occupied the position died messily in an accident, when he fell from an open window. The tanner balked at taking a girl on, but Zafirah was determined. Sisters really have thing about going bonkers when they work in the same craft.

        When she hit teenagedom, Zafirah's growth spurt set in rapidly, and unexpectedly. She grew out and -up-. Her work in the tannery made her stronger, and more stoic. No one could complain, lest they get boxed about the ears. Zafirah became stronger with the manual labor, and her sense of small became accustomed to the unpleasant chemicals (Read: Urine.) used to tan.

        No weaklings are allowed around when you must pull the skins off animals, stretch it and treat it. So, Zafirah worked. Her life was fairly uneventful, save for her propensity to get into the whackiest situations. How was she to know the pot she dumped over an infuriating fellow-apprentice had been filled with the urine? The fop deserved it, all agreed. But punishment was meted out, and Zafirah had to control herself. Especially with her strength.

        After years of working, however, Zafirah is starting to be able to make decisions of her own (Well, around 6 years of work. Zafirah has a sort of cunning wisdom to her, but not too many book-smarts.). It's time for Zafi to earn her keep. Zafirah means 'She who wins', and Zafi intends to do just that.

	She was Searched by Kayjay and brown Suriath in her 19th turn, and began to live in the Weyr as a Candidate. Candidacy was pretty eventful, with a murder, chair juggling, thievery, and more. Mostly, Zafirah was left out of it, but she found Weyrlife a sharp contrast to life in the Crafthall. She was a good (Not so)little Candidate. She made friends, though.

	Kaltag and Hanisaph were among some of her early friends, and she made many others as a Candidate. She adores Kieran (Now K'rien!) like a little brother, and will give anything to make the little guy happy. While Zafirah wouldn't admit it, she is something of a homebody and does miss her sisters (Though she looks forward to the next tithe, that they might come.).

	On the day of Hatching, Zafirah Impressed her lifemate, Season's Mantle Brown Callenth. Things have never really been the same since, and she's learned a lot about herself and her fellows with a dragon at her side. 

	Now, Zafirah is a Weyrling, and has since Impressed her Teeming Tropical Flora Green Fern (The teeniest, greeniest lil fire lizard!) and inspire the quote Teenie greenies have heart, too! Fern is the hyperactive, lion-hearted 'lizard of the gang, and tends to keep Zafirah on her toes. Together, the trio are living in the Southern Weyr (Eating berries, chasing VTOLs, swimming...).