GENDER: Female
AGE: 16
ORIGIN: Buenos Weyr
OCCUPATION/RANK: candidate (hoping for a gold…), apprentice Healer
HAIR: dark brown, curly and wild, usually in her face and everywhere, short (neck length)
EYES: blue, vibrantly
HEIGHT/WEIGHT: 5’6” / still growing…
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: a work of art in progress, will be average of muscularity but long limbs run in the family and she’s no exception, tanned skin which deepens with sunlight, very narrow waist
VOICE QUALITY: kind of husky and can be sharp
LITERACY: nicely so
CLOTHING: likes bright, colorful things, skirts and frilly shirts, or long creative dresses – anything so long as it’s bright!
JEWELRY: likes that too, isn’t picky about what material it’s made from (she still has a leather-and-paint neck band from her childhood), again as long as its colorful
FAMILY: last of the girls born to Baeris and Satel
SEXUAL ORIENTATION/ RELATIONS: she’s very intent on finding a man, be it because she’s flown a Queen, or having found one in a Craft hall (she’s very not interested in finding someone from a Hold, however…) and she loves children
PETS: she has two felines, a male named Squeeze (pale grey with white markings and blue eyes) and a female named Habit (calico with white, green eyes); and is looking for fire lizard eggs constantly
SKILLS: she is ready to Apprentice in healing, and will specialize in birthing and natal care; she already is quite good with animals and children alike, having a calming effect on both (and is probably why she is a candidate), she can bind wounds, detect fevers without touching the patient, and knows if there is something wrong based on looking at skin and spoor (yeah, she’ll ask about your human droppings…)
PASTIMES/HOBBIES: finding animals and befriending them, being outdoors and playing with everyone who passes by, observing her mother and older sisters while they’re working
PERSONALITY: very fun loving, but also can be intense when something is going on, observant and clever
"Altering the eggs..." She muttered, and her youngest child, Tessrabia, looked up with interest.
"What mother?" She said, putting down her mortal and pestle, covering the herbs she was grinding, and leaning in toward her dark-haired mother. Baeris' appearance had changed little in the time since Tessrabia had been born, save for that incident back at the old Den, when she was accosted by the ghost of Ellaien that had left her with a long streak of pure white down the length of a portion of her hair, from roots to tips. Tessrabia marveled at her mother, who remained silent and reading, even though the girl had approached.
"It says here," Baeris finally acknowledged her daughter, "that Falora has located something, or her scientist friends, and they're going to be experimenting with the eggs on their sands."
"Is that wise?" Asked Tessrabia, looking around at their pleasantly appointed infirmary room. "I mean, in the right hands, yes, but ..."
Baeris lifted one of her dark eyebrows in surprise. "You would doubt that Falora has the right hands to do this work?"
"Well-- Well no!" Tess stammered. "But I just mean, that if someone ELSE got to it... You know," the healer in training hemmed and hawed, pulling at the sleeves of her shirt. "Mo-ther, you know I meant no offence!"
Baeris finally cracked a narrow smile, her eyes showing how pleased she really was. "I know my dear. Now, are you finished with that poultice mix?" Tess nodded, and Baeris stood from her comfortable chair. She folded away the letter from Talor Cliff, tucking it into her belt. "Then why don't we go find dinner and see if there are any good games running."
"I want to find father, he said he would be bringing back some wine, this evening."
"He says that every night," Baeris smirked. "And usually, he's able to do it. But this time... Vaoth seemed a little miffed that everything got moved while they were still working on a brew..."
"That was such a long time ago, mother," Tessrabia stated as they closed down the infirmary. "Why is he still bitter?"
"Because the little dear misses his home. I don't blame him. I miss the sky." Baeris looked out toward what ought to have been a sunlit glade, yet outside the Healing Den's odd thick windows was nothing but darkness. Not even stars blinked out there.
"I've only seen it when we sneak around on dragonback," Tess admitted. "I love sunrises, mother."
"The sunlight brings out the shine in your eyes, my sweet child..." Baeris glanced at her daughter. The others were assembled in the lower areas, where the myriad pathways around the chunk of rock they called home converged into one large room. Two dragons, Dulath and brown Ishioth, were flying around in the tall open cavern. Most of the halls were large enough for smaller dragons like them to move about, albeit uncomfortably.
"I like Cynonix," Tessrabia admitted to her mother quietly, with a secret little smile on her face. Baeris looked at her apprentice-daughter and smiled inwardly. The distant longing in Tess' eyes showed that she did indeed find the handsome half-cat attractive. Who didn't? Unlike his sort-of relative Ivo, Cynonix could not transform himself into a human nor a cat, and that fact kept most people more relaxed. Tessrabia bolted to his side, gushing about her activities in the infirmary. "Where were you? I thought you'd be helping me today...?"
Cynonix shyly looked at her and his ear twitched. The big mop of grey hair on top of his head didn't hide his round ears, nor his bright blue eyes. They were Vanya's eyes. In a way, so were Tessrabia's, though no one could ever quite match that common ancestor between Kshau and Sengihr. Baeris *looked* like a Sengihr, but acted like a Kshau. Cynonix was his father's son, through and through.
"I had to make sure Ishioth wasn't bored," he finally said, "but I'll make sure to be there next time. There is always work in the Healing Den..."
Settling down beside him, Tessrabia folded her legs and tucked her skirt between her knees, grinning like a child half her age. "There is. But what about if I get bored? What would you do then?"
Cynonix's grey-black eyebrow twitched, as did his ear again, and finally he let off a rumbling low laugh. "I'd make sure that Ishioth knew where to find you. In fact he's interested in seeing what everyone else has been doing all day. Why don't you come over and help me explain to him what a numb-salve is..."
He stood and offered his fur-covered hand to her, and Tessrabia eagerly took it. Her eyes never left his, standing up. They went to speak with Ishioth and Dulath.
Baeris watched this from the edge of the room, where several comfortable sofas and a couple papa-san chairs were assembled around a terran video unit. It was on softly, showing the news from around a world which had never belonged to any of those watching it.
"Falora is going to have a strange clutch, while they're leaving the homeworld." Baeris said, and a couple of people looked at her oddly.
"Falora," said one, "the weyrwoman of Talor Cliff?"
"The very one." Baeris became silent. She glanced at her daughter, who was even now eagerly dancing before the brown dragon on the turf nearby, explaining how a bandage with certain items on it would make something heal better than just a bandage or just herbs. Ishioth already knew those things, Baeris thought. He was after all Cynonix's dragon, and Cynonix was also an adept healer. Yet Tessrabia approached everything with such grace and eagerness. She was hardly ever truly bored, because she would always find a way to enjoy whatever it was that she was doing. Or supposed to be doing, as the case may be.
It was true that sometimes her mind wandered to thoughts of boys and dragons and flights... How could she not think of those things? After all, Baeris was her mother, and she had expertise in arranging flights between the unlikeliest of partners...
"I think Tess ought to go to that clutch," Baeris stated, quietly, while looking at the girl exchange healing secrets with Cynonix. The others gathered around the vid glanced at Baeris with blank stares.
"She's meant to be in your profession," said Darang, one of the inhabitants responsible for stone working and maintenance. "I'd feel comfortable with her as a medic. Anyone would."
"So does Ishioth," Baeris said. "But he knows more than she does, he knows she's dragon worthy." She glanced at Darang, and then smiled, "Dulath told me." The greeny-gold dragoness had stopped playing and was now resting beside the brown and the humans. At the mention of her name, she raised her head and tilted it.
I have told you nothing. You simply want your daughter to have a dragon. Dulath thought privately. Since their arrival to the new digs, Dulath began speaking in voiced words, but could always revert to mental speech. Baeris wondered if any dragon would be able to do that now.
And is that so bad? Baeris replied. She is a good girl. She's attentive. She's clever, it runs in the family.
"So does her ego," Dulath muttered, causing both Cynonix and Tessrabia to jump.
Dulath did not elaborate, but across the turf Baeris could be heard to laugh.
"Are you hungry? I think there is stew on," Tessrabia asked Cynonix, and he nodded, licking his chops.
"If you're dishing it out, I'm eating. Lead on, mistress Tess..."
Tessrabia blushed burgandy, but Cynonix either knew she would or didn't mind if she did, let her lead him down the halls.