Brinna's weyr

Location: Alabaster Hold ADOPTED at Dark Moon

Gender/Age: female, 16

Rank/Craft: Journeywoman Harper (painter), Candidate

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Relatives/Family: fostered, living elsewhere

Dragon if any: Blue Byrnth

Physical Description: 5'3", 115, well proportioned and very large in the chest. Fair skin with freckles, amazing orange red hair that is very curly naturally, and she always changes the way it's seen. She has sky blue eyes. She is remarkably cute, and a sturdy girl. Her voice can be shrill or husky, depending on who she's speaking to. She likes pretty things to wear, though they may include little shorts and barely-there tops.

Emotional/Mental Description: stable and mostly healthy, Brinna has a temper which only shows in certain situations. She is defensive of her lifestyle, she being strongly lesbian, and many people not understanding that has caused her to grow a sort of defense system for it. Since she is very pretty, she gets a lot of guys after her who she always turns down. She has been known to make mistakes in finding the right girl to be with, however, and more about that later. She is clever and always thinking in terms of other ways around problems. She is touchy about her artistic abilities, see below.

Skills: though skilled as a painter, remarkably so, she stopped painting when one of her girlfriends threatened her with bodily harm and slashed up a portrait of her because it was "too real". She developed other skills and left the Hall in favor of becoming a more scholarly type or Hold lady. There, she met Daverin and changed her mind again, gaining other skills along the way such as spy crafting (a popular new "craft" in Alabaster) as well as hobnobbing. It is likely that even if she does Impress, she will begin painting again, at the behest of Engell and the others of the Hold, her work is superb. She has a good eye for devices and machinery, and will get the hang of computers the moment Kalkin starts making them.

History: as above, she began her life in a Hall and intended to stay there, until Vi, a girl she'd been seeing, got violent on her. After that point, which was about two years ago, she stopped painting entirely and kept her work with her parents. Her foster parents as well as her real mother are of the same sexual preference as herself, so she never got any trouble from them about her own. She was Searched recently and will relish flying into the sky, but still somewhat fears Thread enough that she'll have to endure it for a while before becoming a vetran.

Notes and Special Information: Brinna and Daverin are lovers, and Brinna occsaionally joins in when Daverin and Kalkin are together as well. She has a series of paintings which they requested she do, portraits of Engell, Daverin, herself and Kalkin, as they are a formidable foursome in the Hold and Weyr.

Pets/Hobbies/Posessions: Brinna does not have regular pets, but loves animals in general and has an affinity for listening in on dragon's speech. She recently found a strange mottled white and orange egg on the nearby beach, and when she picked it up, it hatched into a brilliantly orange colored fire lizard! She named it Punkin, since that was the color it had, and he likes to support that choice of name by loving to eat bubbly punkin pies....

"I hate to break it to you, Kalkin, but the flit isn't going to go away." "Brinna..." he groaned, "if it does not, Courage or Echo will have its head." Brinna purred. "But you'd stop them. They're nice little flitters, aren't they?" She proved it by scratching Echo on his little head, and he cooed with pleasure. "And little Tsuki is so cute..." The grey moon-colored flit balanced on Kalkin's head was all puffed up. Punkin stood on Kalkin's chest, hissing at him. Kalkin blinked, almost unable to move with the foursome of beasts using him as a battleground. "You love it," Brinna laughed, and turned on her heel to work on her next piece. Perhaps she'd paint this! Giggling to herself, she found Daverin had come home from her recent jaunt with her dragon's wing. Brinna giggled even more when she remembered the name of that wing. Screw Loose... What a joke! "What are you laughing about, love?" Daverin asked, shaking off the ash from her riding gear. "Nothing--" Brinna sputtered. "What's HE doing?" Daverin pointed into the deeper, darker end of their weyr, where Kalkin lay frozen on the low futon-like bed, with the balancing act of four fire lizards on him. "Making me laugh, I guess..." Brinna snickered again, and then skipped away. "Punkin!" She called, as she went out the door. The orange flitter lept off of Kalkin's chest, leaving several long welts, and gleefully twittered on Brinna's shoulder where he belonged. The painter smiled at someone as she walked through the Weyrhold.

"Hey Brinna," Lo'pez called, "Engell wants you." Brinna smiled sweetly and said, "everyone does." She made her way to the Lord Holder's chambers, which since Daverin had impressed was quite a walk from their weyr. The riders accepted that someday Brinna would be among them, surely if anything from exposure to the dragons they rode. She was built for it, strong arms and sturdy fingers, a firecracker personality and a sharp eye for detail. Lord Holder Engell stood behind his desk speaking with one of the junior headwomen, and dismissed her when Brinna arrived. "I've got some good news for you, Brinna my dear," he said, voice happy and smooth. Like most of the women in the Hold, and several of the men, she did love to hear his voice. "What would that be, sir?" "Stop calling me that, Brinna," he sighed, "I thought that we were far past formalities..." He gave her a sly smile, and she giggled again. She held so many secrets in her heart, not the least of which were his. "You know your problem," he asked, "is that you can only be in one place at a time. I wish there were more of you, Brinna." She laughed this time. "Well, maybe if I impress, I can do what Kalkin's done and skip around in time. I've got the right imagination for it. You know, I could appear five, six times a day if you want." Engell's eyes held a glimmer of humor. "Well, on that count then, you might have a chance." It took half a moment for that to register. "What?" She breathed, suddenly serious. "What do you mean?" "I mean there are dragons at Dark Moon Weyr." "Eggs! Oh, that's wonderful!" Brinna clapped her hands excitedly, but then saw Engell's strange expression. "I said dragons, Brinna. They've hatched." "Then... How? How can they live? If they haven't impressed... That's ..." "I know. Almost unheard of. But they are there. Among the hatchlings are a queen and bronze as well. It amazes me that they did not find their partner among the people at the weyr. We should have sent more. I should have sent you sooner." His voice was dark, serious. Brinna sat on the wide desk of the office and Punkin cheeped curiously. "Then, I should go quickly, shouldn't I?" "Yes. If you come back I will give you a recommendation to Weyrwoman Aein for the running on these dragons, I know that you've got the experience with Daverin's dragon --" "And Sixth, when Kalkin lets us see him," Brinna said, blinking away tears. "I ...Can't believe someone would ... How could they not have enough candidates?" "Holders and Hall craft folk are more stingy than usual for searches these days, Brinna. Perhaps that is it. B'arb Impressed at Dark moon, you know. They're unusually quick to grow, those dragons." "So, I guess it's time I got packed." She slid off the desk, and kissed the Lord holder on the cheek. Engell nodded, and grinned. "That is is, Brinna. Do well. Do something for me, will you?" He looked down at her more like the fatherly type that Daverin kept claiming he was to her. "What would that be?" Brinna asked, almost almost almost seeing what her lovers saw in the man. "Impress something that will take Daverin's edge off... Like a blue or a brown... That green is hornier than she is... and with Kalkin keeping Sixth apart from her, it's a wonder they can both function." "Sixth is a lovely little blue, and I wouldn't dream of getting on his bad side!" She laughed. "That little pest doesn't have a bad side, Brinna, he IS a bad side... You haven't been around Kalkin when there is a green or white rising, HAVE you!"

When Brinna got to Dark Moon, many of the candidates who had impressed were taking care of their dragonets. They certainly were large, almost the size of weyrlings she'd seen. "They do grow fast," she muttered. She had hardly spent half a candlemark wandering among the riders and their dragons when the weyrwoman approached. The rider of the dam of this clutch, Aein. "Well, I see Engell had the sense to respond to my flitter's note." "He... told me there were dragons. I don't understand, I thought dragons who hatch and didn't impress..." "Die? Usually. But it's something we must face. These were strong enough. And their mother has kept them occupied until now. I wish there were more people." "I wish too. But, may I see them?" Brinna's eyes sparkled. Aein smiled, and led the short young woman to the dimly lit large weyr that the abandoned hatchlings resided in. It was... terrifying. Brinna had to catch her breath, all the pitiful sounds coming from this place... It turned her stomach knowing that there was a large possibilty that most of these beautiful dragons would pass between soon, without a rider. But there was one voice among the half-dozen who cried out, more hopefully than anything else. A distinct sound, a warble of joy. Brinna's eyes lit, and she turned to face where the sound was coming from. When she looked, a beautiful, tall, dark-blue dragonet strode toward her holding his head high. His hide was the most deep, vibrant shade of blue she'd ever seen! Darker than Kalkin's eyes, but so rich! "He hasn't looked that healthy in days," Aein commented quietly, smiling to herself. She got out her wherhide pad to record the impression, delayed though it was. I am Byrnth. You come to me with tears? I am sorry, do I make you sad? "No Byrnth, you are so lovely!"