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|*Candidate* | Stats | Adult | Search | Evianas | Aden Weyr | Sparkul Weyr |
Marsippa sighed deeply and let her bronze-haired head fall back against the rough bark of the tree. At this point in the turn, the falling leaves of the orchard's trees matched her rusty-colored red hair. This sort of peaceful day made Marsippa realize how good life could be. These days were her favorites.
She smiled and looked over to watch as her pet, a sevenday-old wherry named Sedeo, foraged in a pile of newly swept leaves. Of course, after her hard work against the wind, (so maybe it was just a slight breeze, but it was noticable) the little creature just had to mess up the neat pile. Well, so maybe the pile wasn't neat to begin with, since the wind was picking up and... wait a second. The wind... picking up? Marsippa jumped to her full height of a mighty 5'3" and scanned the sky. There, on the horizon, was a fall storm waiting to pour out its bounty on the unfortunate souls caught in the wrath of the mid-day storm.
Marsippa was immediately on the tips of her toes, thanks to adrenline rushing through her body. She heard a crack of lightning and picked up the protesting wherry chick, cradling him close to her ample chest. The wherry squirmed as the short, squat girl summoned all of the energy she had left and sprinted for the Hold doors. The Hold's doors were quite a distance away, for the orchard wasn't at all exactly nextdoor to the WeyrHold. Sedeo squirmed in her arms and Marsippa chastised herself for not bringing the sling for him. Usually, she carried the small chick in an airy cotton bag where he usually fell asleep happily, curled in a ball (or as colse to a ball as the bird could get) in the cushioned bottom of the bag.
The rain began to fall in large splatters on the ground and one caught Marsippa on the tip of her stubby nose. Because she was running, the drop slid backwards towards the brige of her nose and there launched a full force attack on her left eye. She blinked furiously and almost tripped over a tree root as she couldn't see where she was going. The trees offered no relief from the rain as their branches swayed unsteadily in the wind.
It wasn't that she didn't like the rain, it was just that Sedeo didn't. He huddled closer to her and she paused for a moment to stick him under her loose shirt. He crooned happily as she cradled him and ran for the Hold. Silly little thing. He just can't seem to understand why I'm running. He just likes being held I guess... She supposed as she ran.
Finally, she made it to the Hold and dashed inside the great comforting doors just as the rain let up to a fine drizzle. Ironic. Just my luck. We could have just waited this out! Marsippa thought as she dashed breathlessly into the Hold, fine droplets of water dripping off her elbows and running down her legs inside her hide jumper. The only even semi-dry spot was where Sedeo was nestled happily against her skin, lucky fellow.
She cradled him and took the dry wherry out from under her shirt. She looked at his happily shut eyes as one opened questioningly. "Why can't you like the rain?" She asked him softly and made for her room. Despite the waterlogging, it didn't take much time to get to her hall, but she knew she'd be in trouble with the Headwoman later for dripping down the stony corridors of the Hold. Marsippa reached her hall and put Sedeo down by her feet while she wrung out her dripping hair into a large puddle.
Then, she peeled the wet clothes from against her clammy skin and sighed loudly, the noise breaking the still silence of the dark hall. It was just her luck to get caught out in a freak rainstorm, but one with the ferocity of falling Thread? And the length of a dimming glow? And that Sedeo was out with her? The day had started out so well, and it seemed to be going downhill from there. Poor Sedeo, she knew he hated the rain so.
I really do love the featherbrain. She thought and looked down at her feet for the wherry, realizing she didn't feel his warmth through her thin hide boots. She gasped and stifled a scream as she saw he wasn't there. She tried to keep her wits about her, and scanned the hall for the small, distinct shape. No such shadow or shape was to be seen.
Her almost black eyes widened to the width of saucers and she slumped down against the hard, stone of the hall. She tried not to panic, but her mind was racing. Where could the little fellow have gone so quickly? He didn't know how to fly, yet, and she had never seen him move faster than she could sprint for a time, and where? Where could the poor little guy have gone? His small bones would be no match for the crowds of the commons, or the mass in the dining halls- his two favorite places (and hers). He wasn't agile enough yet to dart between heavy feet...
As a rush of adreniline flooded her system, she rose steadily to her feet, despite shaking hands and start to walk very quickly up the hallway back towards her room. If she could find her brother, Evianas, he'd know what to do. She could keep her calm, but only for awhile untill panic set in. She hoped Evinas would be there. She crossed her fingers and opened the creaky door with a shaky hand.
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| Name |
Marsippa |
| Age |
16 turns |
| Craft/Rank |
Apprentice Baker |
| Birthplace |
Aden WeyrHold |
| Family |
(mother) Ipilaha, 34 turns
(father) Unknown
(sibling) Evianas, 18 turns
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| Physical Description |
| Eyes: |
dark, dark brown |
| Hair: |
rusty red, bronze in color but with definite brown streaks apparent, toning down the brassiness in the overall color but still allowing a few choice strands to be a deep, rich red |
| Face: |
oval face with strong features: highset cheekbones; large eyes; deep, thick, dark eyebrows, medium-tone skin with spattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose that spills lightly onto her cheeks- arms are lightly "freckled" and when watching her weyrbrats, they enjoy palying "connect the freckles" on her arms |
| Height: |
5'3" (Terran terms) |
| Markings: |
several scars from past acne that luckily are almost undectable due to her spattering of freckles; long, twig thin scar on forehead from running and falling... |
| Overall plus some: |
Strong-willed, yet gentle in the way she works with others, she manages to be the leader, but steps on no heads to work her way up, strong facial features gives her the edge in angry conversations but can soften for the littlest animal- her softspot |
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| Skills |
-Bakercraft- Being only an apprentice in the craft, her bubblies often come out less-than expected, but some are quite tasteful and delicious, showing her potential for the craft if she could just always show the focus she lays on those particular pies. Her speciality is of her own concotion, a delicate pastry of bubbly pie crust formed into bubbles and overcooked to a deep brown crust and then topped with sweet berry juice in a clear glaze that complements the light pastry perfectly. As expected, the delicacy was discovered when one of her pie crusts was unsually airy and filled with bubbles, needless to say, when baked with the other firmer crusts, it cooked quicker and went unnoticed until it was time for her to add the friut filling to the pie. The other pies recieved a full filling while this one was dectected of its overcookedness and recieved the last of the pie filling, a light coat of the sweetest juice leftover. The pies were then heated to make their famous aroma and the light filling lost its moisture and clung to the bubbly-pie. |
| Pets |
-Sedeo (wherry chick)- An unexpected arriaval, due to the fact his egg was marked as firelizard. The egg was certainly different than the flitters eggs, being lightly tanned and freckled like its possessor. Her mother had reserved one egg for each of her older children (Marsippa and Evianas). Being almost colorblind, she picked the two heathiest looking eggs and let Marsippa pick her egg first. Marsippa took the odd colored egg in hopes of it hatching normally, thinking the flitter inside deformed or worse. To the trio's delight, it hatched into a creeling baby wherry two sevendays after Evianas's flitter egg hatched. (This happened not too long ago.) |
| Name: |
n/a |
| Age: |
egg |
| Dame: |
White Jeth |
| Sire: |
Blue Jeoneth |
| Home Weyr: |
Sparkul Weyr |
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