Naira of White Seth [Masterdragonhealer]

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Name: Naira
Pronunciation: n-EYE-rah
Age: 27 Turns
Born in: Fort Hold
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual

Appearance:
Naira is reminiscent of the white snows of High Reaches--but as warm in heart as the white sand beaches of Southern. Her shock of hair is brilliantly colourless; yet like the hide of her dragon it can seem to capture all colours within its locks. Her hair attained this abstract hue from a childhood injury, and she wears it either long or short depending on her temperament or the season.

Is she beautiful? Typically that is for others to decide, as sometimes her pallor--sun-kissed and dark--contrasts too brightly with her white hair and causes others to consider her odd. Her eyes are of a piercing blue, much like a tropical ocean, and grow darker or lighter; depending on the season, the time of day, or even what she is wearing.

She is quite short, standing barely 5'2"--though a fine match for her little dragon, she can find other things ridiculously difficult: From reaching cooking things in the kitchens, to scrubbing her own weyr. Luckily, Seth has found ways to coil his body upon the warm sands so that she can properly oil and bathe him.

Her hands are short and stubby, not at all what you would expect from the hands of a healer, but what they lack in size they make up for in calm. They are steady as if they've been nailed down and work without any quakes or shakes. Her feet are likewise oddly sized in that they are big--she finds herself wearing male-sized weyrhide boots quite often, but for her large feet she gains great grace and is surefooted

In size she is average even courting curvy around her chest and hips--never one to turn down a meal, but often turning down hard labor, she is very womanly and not so muscled. She blushes frequently, lips and cheeks tinging with a pleasant pink, whether for embarrassment or pleasure or too much wine.

Personality:
Her temperament rules her often, and she is an opinionated and headstrong woman. She won't do a single thing she'd rather not, and will often do plenty of things she really shouldn't. If she can find adventure or gaiety in some forbidden act, she'll simply attempt not to be caught. Originally Searched for a wherlet, her spirit and demeanor lend themselves to that bestial emotionality.

She is brilliant, though would not describe herself as such, and her intelligence comes from a great understanding rather than studied smarts. She has never been good at scientific calculations, nor will she ever claim the ability to build great structures; but when something needs puzzling out or quickfixed--she can do it. Having developed a sling method for broken limbs early in her apprenticeship as a healer--one she hopes to modify for the dragons and whers--she has also been known to fix runnerlegs by harness and invent new methods of husbandry.

Her Candidatemaster and Weyrlingmaster were constantly on her to not cut corners or create new straps for her future and then current dragon--both worried she would fall off in between due to a failed seam. She always has avoided creating her own riding harness joking that; she's a healer, not a tanner, nor is she a leatherworking herderfolk.

She loves to laugh and joke, especially at her expense, she is quick to smile and slow to anger--but if you gain her ire you'll possibly have it for life. She will not tolerate insolence, self-assured arrogance, or threats against those she holds dear. She is loyal to her Weyr but not to the forced rank of colour. As a Whiterider she sees herself as outside of the scheme, neither flying nor being flown--a Bronzerider is no more important to her than a Greenrider unless he is the Weyrleader--in which case she supposes she must listen to him.

You know, if he's a good man and not on the drink at the time.

She's a fighter, better described as a scrapper, though she isn't very good at it, and deep inside she's always looking for a tall handsome man who will protect her and safeguard her: Imagine her, wanting to belong to a man, but she does. It's a secret. She makes friends easily due to her open and fun attitude, but she opens up to them rarely; being her close friend is a privilege well worth the work that it takes to earn it.

When it comes to her work, she's at it like a drunk on the drink--she'll be up all hours of the night, fourdays at a time, never ceasing until she's puzzled out what she needs fixing or a better understanding. She is fearless in the face of disease or trauma--perhaps even seduced by it with curiosity--and she is the first to rise up to the challenge of healing. Known to return arms up to the elbow covered in ichor or blood, she's been working with the crafters on a set of clothing she can wear while working to better protect herself and her charges.

Family:
Masterhealer Vallernan - Father
Journeyman Healer Corrianna - Mother
Journeyman Healer Sabra - Sister
Journeyman Harper Renevin - Brother
Apprentice Smith Bashrin - Brother
Apprentice Herder Zefferick - Brother

Lord Holder of Ruatha Helorvin - Uncle
Lady Holder of Ruatha Abelloria - Aunt by Ceremony
Travin - Cousin
Dashna - Cousin

History: When you are born to the Masterhealer of Pern your entire life is predestined--or so it seems by accounts of a young girl who wanted everything the world could offer and none of the work her father bid her seek. Yet even as she denied him with one hand she found mystery and passion with medicine in the other, and so her father ultimately received what he was hoping for--though perhaps the same could not be spoken true to this day. The babe was born in winter as dark then as she is light now. Her hair was thick and full as some babe's are at birth, and was inky like the sea at night. Her father called her Eve by nickname for she so resembled his favourite time of day, and as she grew by the Turn her colour did not change. At least until she was 10 and well underway as an Apprentice Healer.

It was at this age that her father took her to Fort Weyr to witness the clutch of the Weyrwoman's Gold hatch. Perhaps Naira had wished to Impress, or perhaps she had been overly curious. Whatever the cause of the accident it was never said that Vallernan was an ill-attentive father, he being in his fifth turn as Masterhealer. It was on this day that Naira survived a tumble from the sands, hitting her head against the great stone walls as she fell not once but three times. Things could have gone far worse had the great Queen not taken such an interest in Naira as to protect the bleeding child from her eggwet hatchlings who were both hungry and confused--a dangerous combination in any beast intelligent or not. So Naira would live, the child protected by a Gold mother, yet against all apparent odds, she would not Impress at that hatching. Though her hair would grow out white as snow and remain that colour forever.

Life went on for Naira, and for her father. She exhibited no lasting effects that would impair her, save occasional headaches and her belief that colours were more vivid and memories more precise--which was waved off as child's fancy by her father: Whomever had heard of head trauma causing increased visual acuity? So yes, life went on. 10 turns passed, Naira walked the tables and became a Journeyman at 18--something for which her father would be eternally proud. Had he not walked the tables at 18 as well? Naira would be Master within a decade, and then she would be Masterhealer in his place. For Naira, things were different. Now she was free of Hall and Hold--or at least free to travel amongst them returning to Fort only when necessary.

She was at Fort Weyr when her life changed. Filling in for their healer. She had been stationed there for many sevendays and had already learned much in the ways of Dragonhealing--assuming she could settle in a Weyr and be near the dragon's she loved, as well as continue healing and working on her Masters. She and Fort's Dragonhealer had been stationed near the Hatching Sands; ready to care for any wounded Candidates. Then the fight broke out. The Brown had wanted the Queen for himself, the Bronze fancied himself not only protector but owner of said Queen. All three had run to their future lifemates--all three had gone between leaving behind bloodied Candidates and broken souls.

Naira had never seen a hatchling Impress before going between--never had Fort witnessed so much devastation on it's sands. In one sharp turn not only did they lose the next generation Queen and a King to fly her, but also a well-bodied Brown and their future riders. Perhaps who would have been the future Weyrleader and Weyrwoman. All of this passed through Naira's head as she fell into her work on the children--they were just children! Sutures of needlethorn, washings of redwort and numbweed. Her hands knew only blood, ichor, and the stinging of cleansing numbness. Her mind knew something entirely different.

He had stood behind her, resolute and calm, as long as he could. Very few people could tell you how long he kept the hunger at bay. Between the tragedy, the three wounded Candidates, and those who still Impressed loudly--there was scarcely any attention left for the tiny White who broke free of his shell and solemnly overlooked the work of Fort's Dragonhealer and the Journeyman Healer from Healerhall. Some eyes turned away in sorrow--perhaps one of the wounded Candidates belonged to the White. Some eyes skimmed past--intent only on the destruction, not on the possibility.

Was he able to control his hunger long enough by coincidence? Or did the brave White truly wait until his rider's work was done before announcing himself? Naira heard his voice the moment her hands finished tying the final bandage--and she realized with a rush of love that it had been his support she had felt. Her Seth. He had filled her with such emotion that she was able to work and not mourn, able to mend and not see the broken empty eyes of those she worked on. She was finished, and she turned away from the Candidates whose only remaining wounds untended--were buried so deeply in their soul that nothing could touch them.

Her Seth. He was there, small yet arrogant. He had kept others away, even his own siblings, even those older than he and whose who could fly. His Naira was the Healer. They would be good together. She would become Master of Healing in her own right, though she would never again know the realization of Masterhealer of Pern. Whiterider, Dragonhealer, Seth's Naira. She fell into this role as if she had been born for it. The pair proved unstoppable in Weyrling training due to his natural abilities for flight and her affinity for it. They showed such progress that she was allowed to maintain her Dragonhealing study alongside Dragonriding training.

It would be well over a turn before she would see her father again. This time when she met him at the entranceway of Healerhall it was astride a great White dragon--great in posture if not size. Devastated though the man was, he could be only happy for his firstborn in the end. She was truly happy, and well matched, and still a Healer. He presented to his daughter three Firelizard eggs that had been sent to him as a gift by the Masterharper, and these three eggs would become Bronze, Brown, and Blue in Naira's fair--the evergrowing size of which only pleased her White all the more.

Seth and Naira threw themselves wholly into Dragonhealing study at Fort with some of the best trainers Pern had to offer. The turns treated them well and even blessed them with another Firelizard egg, this one a gift from Fort's Weyrwoman herself after Naira and Seth had flown to her rescue after a rogue updraft had caused the Gold to ruin a wingsail on corps of trees. The Weyrwoman had intended the egg to hatch a Gold as she was a mighty fan of Naira's Jax and wanted the fair and the Dragonpair to have a Queen. This was not to be, however, and instead the abnormally large egg hatched twin greens. Seven turns after that fateful day on the sands the Dragonhealers proclaimed that Naira had little left to learn from study and tutelage--she would need a Weyr of her own.

So now she has come, with her Seth and with her fair, to be Dragonhealer to Trelis.

Location: Trelis Weyr
Craft & Rank : Journeyman Healer ; Masterdragonhealer ; Wingrider
Wing : Awaiting Orders.
Strengths : Muscular, vascular, wings, bones. It's a rather holistic healing.
Weaknesses Neurological injuries: Is formulating new studies on combating such injuries.

Dragon:
Name : Seth
Pronunciation : Seh-th
Age : 7 Turns
Rank : White
Size : 16 Feet
Color Codes: FFFFFF | F9E3E0 | F9EFE0 | F6F9E0 | E0F9E0 | E0F6F9 | F1E0F9
Appearance :
Seth is on the smaller side, even for a White, but what he lacks in size he makes up for in colour. His hide, which is soft like well-worked leather, is composed of all Dragon colors--as are the hides of all Whites. However Seth, due to his smaller size, reflects more of these colours back along the muscle contours of his body. Flashes of Bronze, Brown, and Gold caress the highlights of his flesh; while Blues and Greens light along the edges of his shadowed limbs and wingspars.

He is wholly masculine in voice and in posture--he could be confused for no other gender. Though graceful and sly like any White, he possesses a regal nobility and self-confidence that is generally reserved only for Bronzes. He loves flying, and due to this he has a toned physique that borders on trim. Athletic and bold his muscles are more angular than curved and not one of his bones protrudes through his hide.

He shines like a prism when wet, and assumes a glossy finish when oiled, he is typically matte when dry. Head knobs and neck ridges follow his colourful highlights and tones, but are much more brilliant than his hide due to smaller surface area. All of Seth's flight gear has been dyed black to accentuate his colour--including Naira's own flight gear.

Personality :
Seth is a King. Not only is a King, but he's more intelligent than his larger King brothers. Not only is he more intelligent than his larger King brothers, but his Rider is intelligent. They mend the Weyr's dragons when wounded, they give flight back to those who have lost their wings. They give hope back to Dragonmen who worry about losing half of their soul.

Seth can not help but feel a sense of pride and self-confidence. He has a seriousness inside him that Naira cannot match. He is assured and sometimes caustic to those he feels are not worthy of his attention--nor Naira's. He is especially hard on anyone she would mate with. As with most White's, Seth adores Firelizards, and it was at his behest that Naira accumulated a small fair. He is patiently awaiting the addition of a Gold Firelizard to the fair, far more patiently than Jax.

There is not anywhere he will not fly and there isn't a place on all of Pern that he cannot between to. Weyrling class for the pair was barely a challenge, though they found most threadfighting techniques to be too much for their small size--especially carrying firestone bags. Quick as a flit and able to turn on his tail, Seth is capable of air aerobics that would be the envy of any Green. Paired with his natural inclination for betweening and this little dragon prevented many in-air collisions during basic training and later Wing drills.

Rarely lazy due to his serious nature, it isn't often that Seth will permit himself time to relax near the Weyr Lake or even sun himself on a ledge. However there are moments where Naira's outgoing and playful attitude, and his hidden Whitesque free spirit, convince him to cut loose and have some good old fashioned fun: Whether that is chasing the fair, playing in the lake, or harassing his Bronze brothers depends on the time of day.

It is obvious to those that know both dragon and rider that Naira and Seth are the perfect match. He controls the reins to what could be a spontaneous disaster, and she teaches her dragon the finer points of living for the pleasure of living. There is very little this pair will not try for their Weyr or their amusment, and typically it seems there is very little they cannot succeed at--even if they need a little help along the way from those who are larger than they are. .

Mind-voice:
I have called for Jax, Naira. He was chasing a wild Gold through the island. There will be eggs to find for the Weyr. We will hunt them when she clutches.
Masculine, tenor to bass, as if a bell had been struck and allowed to ring out its note to completion while descending. Excitable, but typically relaxed and mellow.

Pets:

Name Khaleesi
Pronunciation kah-lee-see
Age : 0-3mos
Type : Firelizard
Rank : Ametrine
Size : 4-20inch
Color Codes : 6E2A87CBA31F
Appearance
One of only two Ametrine's that currently exist, it is hard to judge the colour of her hide. Compared to her sister XXXXX, Khaleesi's colouring is darkly muted. She is a mix of deep purple oranges that mix into goldenrod yellows. Quite small for now, as a subQueen she may grow larger.
Personality
Sweet, Complacent, Compliant, and willing to work; she is everything a Queen should be, and nothing they should not. While it will take some time to grow into her fair; she is already well-loved

Name Jax
Pronunciation jacks
Age : 6 Turns
Type : Firelizard
Rank : Bronze
Size : 36 inches
Color Codes : 992211
Appearance
Jax is a mottled Bronze--as if he were perpetually under a tree while bathed in light. His hide is metallic and shimmers with subdued greens and brilliant oranges. He is large for a Bronze and bulky, bigger than nearly all three of Naira's fighter firelizards together--and he knows it.
Personality
He will fly anything that moves and is female. Will try to kill anything that challenges him and is male or a not flying female. He desperately wants Naira to Impress a Gold for HIS faire that he may have one all to himself. He can be prone to fits of rage or anger which can generally only be quelled by Seth. Of the entire faire he is the one most loyal to Naira and the one who stays closest due to rank.

He can still be found chasing off his lesser-coloured siblings from food, from Naira, and from Seth--though they have been working with him over the Turns and as he ages he is mellowing. Inconsolable during flight. Dislikes his large Bronze cousins. Intolerant of firelizards outside of his faire--unless it's a flying female.

Name Cogo
Pronunciation koh-gho
Age : 6 Turns
Type : Firelizard
Rank : Brown
Size : 28 inches
Color Codes : 5C3317
Appearance
Cogo resembles klah touched with a bit of cream, his brown even seems to swirl around him like a mist. He goes from dark and unadulterated to bright like sand. He is non-metallic and even somewhat dull lacking a luster to his hide that would make him glossy--unless freshly oiled. He is moderately sized for a Brown.
Personality
With a clutchmate like Jax, Cogo can be nothing but docile: Unless he wants to get run off by his large Bronze brother. Still, Cogo is like the mischevious little brother who never quits--he'll even try to fly Jax's females, often failing but always escaping.

He is the trickster of the group, moreso than any of his lesser-coloured siblings. Often dropping items, startling people, and generally making a nuisance of himself--if a dragon truly hates firelizards, Cogo is Public Enemy #1

Name : Bir
Pronunciation : b-EE-r
Age : 6 Turns
Type : Firelizard
Rank : Blue
Size : 20 inches
Color Codes: 26466D
Appearance
Bir is Blue of the most midnight hue, and to compliment his darkened hide, he is flecked with scars giving him the appearance of the night sky. Most of these scars were of course caused by Jax. Bir is small and spends most of his time with Seth or far from Jax--which also means far from Naira.
Personality
Bir is as unassuming as he is small. Calm, relaxed, mellow. He can also tend toward lazy. As he avoids Jax at most possible costs, he is rarely seen interacting with Naira unless on a direct order from Seth.

Out of the entire faire, Bir is the firelizard most beloved by those who typically dislike the small creatures. He has very few of the negative traits and all of the positive ones--in terms of Firelizards.

Name : Cot
Pronunciation : Khot
Age: 4 Turns
Type: Firelizard
Rank: Green
Size: 18 inches
Color Codes 458B00
Appearance
Part one of the Green twins, she is the colour of a subdued summer field. Dark greens cover her hide in swaths of shadows and highlights. She is large for a Green, nearly rivaling her Blue fairemate's size, and she doesn't let anyone forget it.
Personality
She takes great offense if Jax refuses to fly her--she is a Queen in her own right, correct? As this faire currently has no Gold, she has assumed that position being the largest female. She will not allow Cogo to fly her regardless of his effort.

Enamored to Naira she is second most likely to be at the woman's side, unless Jax has driven her off in a tantrum. Possessive, protective, and angry, when she does sit astride Naira she will chide anyone who dares approach her bondmate.

Name : Dot
Pronunciation : Dhot
Age : 4 Turns
Type : Firelizard
Rank : Green
Size : 12 inches
Color Codes 83F52C
Appearance
The second half of the Green twins, and the echo in the color of her hide--like newborn spring grasses. Bright greens and very faint yellows coil around her smooth hide. Having been a twin from the same egg she is the smaller of the pair, and was the most sickly. She is the smallest of the faire and is only appreciated by Cogo.
Personality
She feels completely oppressed by her larger sister, she is truly the runt and the unappreciated. Often melancholy she relies wholly on Seth and Naira for her comfort--though lately she has taken a liking to Cogo who has shown her interest. She has yet to fly and thus yet to clutch, though her mental imagery shows that she is considering the prospect of such an event.

Nearly terrified of Cot and Jax, she will never appear when either are around, even if summoned by Seth. It is the hope of both the White dragon and his Rider that Dot will come into her own when or if Cogo flies her.

Name : Len
Pronunciation : Len
Age : 0-3mos
Type : Firelizard
Rank : White
Size : 2-4inch
Color Codes FFFFFF
Appearance
Like the dragon he Impressed to, Len is all colours of the rainbow on top of a shining white hide. He makes a stunning accompaniment to Seth.
Personality
Len is the antithesis to Seth, and may yet prove to turn the small White dragon into a small White firelizard's best play toy