Almost always the chipper one, the sound of Aife's voice echoes when she is present, whether in weyr, hall or hold. She was one of the very first people that Kae came to call 'friend' after Kae joined the Harper Hall around the age of 14 turns. Well loved and trusted, Aife has always been the one Kae would turn to in times of confusion, sadness, or need, and she was never let down.

Aife has been serving as the High Reaches Weyrharper since her promotion to Journeyman, where she intends to stay in order to be closer to her love, S'fyre, rider of bronze Hinoth. Despite the distance, Kae and Aife still manage to get together every now and then, the pair easily catches up before parting once again.

Aife
     This diminunitive young woman's tangled curls are the colour of bright copper, falling past her hips; braided in with strings of beads, flowers, feathers, bits of coloured string, small dangling charms of metal and glass, even a bone-and-leather clasp that attempts, and fails, to keep part of the unruly mess in a tail away from her face. Large smokey grey eyes blend with her voice--a dusky alto accented with a rich brogue. Fragile and delicate, her tiny body seems about to break, but a longer look reveals a strength there, well-hidden in a thin, frail form that stands barely over four and a half feet tall. She looks wild, still a little out of place among the more mundane folk among whom she makes her home. A dark red scar runs across the length of her left palm. Her smiles, more frequent than once they were, reflect the new contentment her life has found, and her eyes, peaceful, haunted, or cloudy by turns, express or hide the thoughts and emotions behind them.
     She wears a sleeveless blouse of deep, rich green sisal, tailored to cling to gentle curves in shifting swirls of dark emerald. A triangle of smooth pale skin is bared at the collar, above the row of small shell buttons that begins at the middle of her chest. The blouse wrinkles over her hips and ends there, meeting a pair of snug-fitting trousers of pale tan cotton that fasten on her slender waist by a cord lacing over one hip. The unhemmed edge of the trousers brushes the tops of her black velvet slippers, embroidered over the toes with lilacs and sunflowers.
     Perched on Aife's left shoulder, with his head buried in her hair and his tail round her neck, is blue Adonis.
     Green and gold catches your eye, bringing out the spun flame of her hair before drawing your attention to the jeweled pin nestled within.
     Harper blue twines with the blue and black of High Reaches Weyr and a Journeyman's gold, one braided loop over a bony shoulder.
     Aife is 34 Turns, 3 months, and 19 days old.