Name: Ashira (Ash'r)

Rank/Craft: Journeyman Smithcrafter (tinker), Apprentice Harper (painter), Candidate

Location: Alabaster Craft Halls

Gender/Age: male, 24

Relatives/Family: wife Cherla, daughter Ellarose, other extended family

Dragon if any: Impressed Blue Erilath at Talor Cliff Weyr

Physical Description: 5'4", 130, muscular and always looks girded for action. Yellow tan skin, pale and hairy legs. Black hair that is usually shaggy and needs to be cut often. Wears a long mustache, sometimes beads it at the ends. Has dark brown eyes. He is attractive and chisled, has a deep and sensual voice. He wears heavy leathers when he is working on his smithy stuff, but likes the feel of soft comfortable clothing when in the Hold.

Emotional/Mental Description: always in motion, or holding still and holding his breath. A bit of a lecher, he usually finds himself watching somene else's butt! He is devoted to his wife, however, and loves being a father. He has a temper, but it takes a lot to get it going. Most of the time he is soft spoken and intense, he likes to observe before acting, and acting on his own he usually gets things done long before others would have.

Skills: experienced in crafting mechanical devices as well as small toys, he is popular among the hold folk and children because he makes fun things to play with. He also has been known to fix a cart or water wheel now and again, but he doesn't much go for that heavy work. He began drawing as well, to help design new toys and work, and was good enough at it that one of the Harpers chose him as an Apprentice. He is actually quite good at nearly anything he tries picking up.

History: born far away, but brought to Alabaster at an early age, he showed talent with objects and artwork quickly, and was given a spot in the Smithcraft hall. He met his wife and lost money to her during a card game, never left her side. With the birth of their child, he was also Searched, making him rather giddy on different levels.

Notes and Special Information: he has been comissioned by Engell to make defenses for the hold and weyr, which he just can't talk about.

Pets/Hobbies/Posessions: he and his wife have animals. He occasionally has been called an animal.

BACK to Alabaster Folk

"I don't believe this," Ashira muttered to himself. "Believe it, buddy," Shard smiled widely. "Jeremoth isn't wrong. You're Searched, congratulations." At nearly a foot and a half shorter than Shard, Ashira glared up at the tall rider. He was all attitude and teeth, Ashira decided. Well, sometimes that was enough. "So get packin," Shard said, as he looked over his shoulder. "And there will be room enough for you and Daverin's stuff on Jeremoth's back, so don't worry about skimping." *** Ashira began to pack, and Cherla stood in the doorway of their weyr. Rose on her crooked arm burbled. "You will be coming back soon, I hope?" She said, and Ashira went to his wife and kissed her. "As soon as I can. Talor Cliff is one of our strongest support weyrs. It's... quite an honor to be sent there." "Why not one of our own weyrs," the plump headwoman sighed. "Because we need more outside blood," Ashira said, "Engell hinted that we needed more of theirs. Good stock, those dragons." "I'm sure," Cherla said, smiling sadly. "Well, remember when Germain went? He came back Ger'in with his brown, and Shim' is flying Dioath... Engell's almost half worried we don't have enough blues and greens!" Ashira laughed, wondering finally, what would be waiting for him on the other side of the shell?

You hardly have the time to notice me, any more. "That isn't true!" Ash'r says, while scratching at his new hatchling's neck. "You only just hatched yesterday! How can I ignore that?" You slept all night! I was awake and I was bored. So Askabeth and I went looking around.

"You did... what?" Ash'r stopped scratching. Erilath butted his head into his rider's leg and demanded more. You see, you're ignoring me already, and you're wide awake. "I -- Erilath!" Ash'r cried, as the dragonet gave off a little chuckle and strutted away. Away?! To where!? The yellow-skinned man followed his blue-hued dragon through the weyr hall, into the girls barracks. You see, they still sleep! Why are you up so early? "Because I--" Ash'r started but then noticed his voice was echoing on the walls, so he turned to telepathic speech. Barely used to that, he felt more confident every time he did it. Because at Alabaster I was expected to be up with the other smith crafters making changes and fixing things. I guess you're like that too. I am, I love it. I watched the sun come up! And here I thought I was just dreaming of a nice dawn... Interesting... I wonder how Dav is doing. She is fine! Look, there she is! Askabeth! Wake your rider and let us start out day! True to form, the green laying asleep on Daverin's cot jolted and then gave off a high pitched trill to her rider. Daverin nearly jumped out of her skin, when she saw Ash'r. "Don't you know what time it is?" She demanded, but Ash'r noticed that she forgot to pull her blanket up to cover her shoulders and chest... He grinned, and she noticed him staring. "You aren't supposed to be looking at me like that, Ash'r," she pointed out, sharply. "And for more than one reason. The second of which is our dragons are too young and the first is around your ring finger." "Oh, that..." He grinned again, and his head swirled with images of his wife and their baby. "Erilath, you'll enjoy Alabaster... It's a blast."

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