Weyrling Goldrider Alaeja

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Name: Alaeja
Age: 19
Rank: Weyrling/Once Trader
Birthplace: On the road, somewhere between Makala Weyr and Syvili Hold
Residence: Makala Weyr

Hair: Thick, startling jet black hair, black as the deepest midnight, falls in eccentric waves across Alaeja's face to her shoulders. The untamable midnight locks are constantly tied back from her face in a thick wherhide thong, but somehow, tendrils escape their confinement to obscure her crystalline gaze.
Eyes: Storm-touched, gray-blue eyes are bright as silver, darkly moving and mysterious. Her gaze, cold and frigid, seems to stare right through a person, as though she sees something beyond the mortal plane. Thick, spider-thin black eyelashes frame the stare that pierces the soul.
Build: Tall and slender, Alaeja has all the right curves in all the right places. Velvety corsets often cinch her narrow waist in even tighter, emphasizing her wide hips and ample bust.
Complexion: Ivory white skin, pale as snow, is startling against her raven-black tresses.
Identifying Marks/Other: A small tattoo graces Alaeja's shoulderblades, a bright and blazing circle of fire around a pale golden-yellow leaf with red veins. It is the mark of her old Caravan. She dresses in flowing gowns of pastel tones - gentle, heather blues, pale, pearly whites, shining lavendars, all accented with black. A thick, heavy silver choker rests at her throat. Alaeja is, indeed, beautiful. Her raven-black locks fall around her face and shoulders in a raw, sultry fashion; her storm-kissed eyes flash with surreal light amidst the pearl-white of her skin.

Family:
Mother Alienya, Trader
Father Sarlej, Trader
Brother Nyale, Trader
Sister Sienya, Trader
Sister Enyasar, Trader
Brother Lejnay, Trader
Sister Esarya, Candidate
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Husband Ereo, Trader (believed deceased)

Personality: Passion is locked within the cold breast of the girl who refuses to look reality in the face. Forced too soon to be far too old, there is little of a teenager inside of Alaeja; troubled, dark thoughts marr her beautiful eyes and she holds herself cold and aloof from those around her. The passionate dreams that are captured in the heart and soul of the young goldrider seem to tumble endlessly through her mind, and she can find no release for them. She holds everything within, releasing her emotional pain only in very rare moments, and has learned to seek physical comfort to allieviate the grieving spirit within. Quick to share a man's bed, Alaeja loathes herself for her reputation as an easy harlot, while her emotions and body crave the physical in a way she cannot defy.
    Torn by conflicts, Alaeja holds herself aloof from those around her, purposefully distancing herself from the things of the mundane world. Her eyes stare through other people as though she sees something else beyond them, as though they are not really there, in a most discomfiting way. She loses track of the reality in favor of the fantasy, the illusory world she has created inside of her own mind, forgetting time and place and sinking into a realm of dreams that no one is quite able to pierce.
    Wild, carefree, and impetuous, the maturity that Alaeja carries is often counter-balanced by irrational moodswings and wimsical dreams that have no place in her life. She throws away what could be precious, and throws herself headfirst into situations that often do nothing but leave her with a broken heart.

History: The birthright of a Trader is a lonely one, and no one knew that better than Alaeja. Expected to grow within the Caravan, to guide, protect, and keep their wares safe, to marry into the Caravan and raise children to follow the Trader way of life, Alaeja was often pulled in directions that were wrong for her. As a child, she was sullen and morose, distant and cold, frigidly kept apart from the others around her as though afraid that contact with them might stain her in some way that even she could not fathom. Her parents, loving if busy Traders, worried for their daughter, who was distant and cold and kept apart from her peers and her siblings, no matter how they tried to encourage Alaeja into better social patterns.
    She was trained well in the ways of the Trader life, learning early on to ride runners, to do mathematics, to read, to write. Although most of Pern was educated in the same manner, Alaeja had a brilliant mind, quick to learn but not eager to. Despite her obvious intelligence, Alaeja's studies lacked. She had not the motivation nor the desire to pursue her rudimentary education, and soon distanced herself again. She shirked her duties, choosing to slip away to be with the runners, carrying around a small, leather-bound book in which she wrote her deepest, innermost thoughts. She guarded these books carefully, as though they meant life itself, and her parents shared worried glances.
    It was obvious that Alaeja desired something from life, something that was beyond them all. Unsure of what course of action to take, Alaeja's father Sarlej contacted a close ally of his within the Caravan. At fourteen turns of age, Alaeja was engaged to the Trader man Ereo. At the time of their espousal, Alaeja was fourteen. Ereo was nineteen turns of age; neither his father nor Sarlej thought of what that might mean for Alaeja.
    She kept herself carefully distanced from her husband, but the circumstances were difficult. She had to spend most of her time with him, after all. Their first night of physical intimacy opened a new world to Alaeja, a world where her emotions and her feelings need not reign; she found herself craving physical intimacy, and, as time wore on, she and Ereo developed a much more stable, strong relationship. The Caravan breathed a collective sigh of relief.
    When Alaeja had turned fifteen, hardly six months after their espousal, Ereo fell ill. The Healer of the Caravan, poorly trained and ill-equipped to handle the wasting disease of the lungs which afflicted Alaeja's husband, informed Alaeja bluntly and coldly that Ereo would probably die. He recommended leaving him at Syvili Hold to be treated by more expert Healers, that he might at least die in peace. She struggled against it, but was overruled by the Caravan Leader and by her father-in-law. She tried to insist that she stay behind with him, but her own father and mother insisted that she was needed more with the Caravan than with a dying man. Sadly, she gave in, and Ereo was left at the Hold; no further word came upon his condition, and eventually, the Caravan healer decided that he was dead. Alaeja grew once more cold and distant, unwilling to face the hard reality that she was so alone.
    She grieved in her solitude for several months, before her body's needs overcame her emotional disgust. She sought out the bed of a young Trader she knew, and soon, her reputation was slipping. Alaeja was known as the Caravan's harlot, and while she hated the label, she did nothing to stop the rumors.
    Her mother and father knew something had to be done. It was the decision of Sarlej that Alaeja be sent to the Weyr, where women of her "ilk" were accepted if not liked. Her mother acquised, not willingly, and Alaeja was sent to the Weyr at sixteen turns to stand as a Candidate.
    Stand she did, for nearly three turns, waiting clutch after clutch, watching each hatchling impassively, too cold to care if she was chosen. When news that Tutakenth had clutched a golden egg reached the Candidates, the females were excited, frightened, and soon began to hope. All, that is, except for Alaeja. As always frigid and distant, Alaeja shrugged her shoulders, her gaze icy, and donned the robes of a Candidate when again she was called upon to Stand.
    When the golden queen hatched, the dainty beast wandered around each female candidate, glancing at each momentarily, her eyes creeling. To the shock of the Weyrleaders, she finally settled on a choice.
    I am Skyth, was the gentle voice that spoke into Alaeja's mind, And I will be yours if you will be mine.

Dragon Information

Name: Skyth
Age: 46.09.03
Parents: Tutakenth/Soleith
Color: Gold
Size: Average
Description: Skyth is not small for a gold, measuring average in size for her age as a Weyrling. Her appearance as a small creature comes from her dainty attitude and looks; her sleek, golden body glows a dim yellow, with a shining overlay of pearlescent white, glimmering lavender, and dancing blue. Her bright eyes are large and expressive, much like Alaeja's own, shining and dancing and watching everything with cold impassiveness. Smooth and slender, Skyth is a dainty creature of refined appearance, regal and noble.
Personality: Skyth watches everything with the eyes of a philosopher, as though there is potential within everything to show a beauty that is beyond what most see. Her mind is clever and sharp, and the dragonette is poetic, philosophical, and concerned with issues that should be beyond any dragon.
    What frightens the Weyrleaders most is that Skyth is practically a mirror of Alaeja in personality, distant and aloof from all around her.

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