Name: Malisah
Gender/Age: female, 16
Rank/Craft: Weyrbred, Apprentice Beastcrafter (hunter), Candidate at Talor Cliff
Location: Alabaster Weyr
Relatives/Family: none present
Dragon if any: Impressed Green Lerinth at TALOR CLIFF WEYR
Physical Description: 4'10", 90, very tiny build and compact, but strong and muscular. She's a little fire cracker, this one. She has tan skin, black hair that is long and straight but kept back with a cap most of the time. She has dark brown eyes which are very Oriental. Her face is round, broad nosed and classically cute. She has a shrill voice when she needs to, and it passionately reflects her moods. She has a penchant for comfortable, worn clothing in neutral colors. She has been Threadscored, in a small area on her leg, during a trip hunting.
Emotional/Mental Description: Sharp in all ways, and very moody. She is very good at conveying meaning with her voice, even when she says something nice, if she doesn't say it nicely you know what's just been said. She is often caustic when riled, and has a hair trigger temper. However, she reserves this temper for people who deserve it, and never blows up at her superiors, only morons and bunglers. She learns from mistakes, even (or perhaps especially) those not made by her.
Skills: She is fast on the draw, and likes using a small hand crossbow best to hunt. She is adept at other weapons, but thinks that swords are silly. She prefers a knife in your back to a sword at your side... She is able to track and follow difficult prey, and knows the ins and outs of the local area's wildlife very well. She is also quite good at climbing, wilderness exploration and survival. She doesn't have a good ability with men, however, as can be evidenced by her string of ex-boyfriends. She is also quite good at belittling people behind their back.
History: born near the weyr, to rider parents. It was always expected that she Impress, so when she was searched no one was really surprised. She was prepared not to, however, and does still enjoy just going out to hunt. She hates Thread, because it ruins a perfectly good landscape, as well as how much it hurts when you get hit by it.
Notes and Special Information: She is very interested in the way that Aivas recorded things, motion pictures and voice recordings fascinate her endlessly. She likes to direct little plays between friends.
Pets/Hobbies/Posessions: she has a number of pets, her ex boyfriends...
BACK to Alabaster Folk
Panting with the sprint she'd just completed, Malisah finally approached Talor Cliff's Candidate barracks. Two of her Alabaster compatriots, Germain and Shimimura, turned to gawk at their friend.

"What --" Germain started, but Malisah cut him off with a glare.

"Lord Engell called a group together and it was decided that perhaps another Candidate might be sent to Talor. Obviously, they chose the right one for the job!" She stood with a haughty grin, but then it turned into a real, full laugh.

"They didn't want all the boys having the fun and leaving us women out." She explained.

Shimimura rolled his eyes, and muttered, "so we're boys and you're a woman..."

Malisah spun on that, but since she was now considered a Candidate, it wouldn't do to smack him around like she wanted to. In fact...

"Where should I stay?" Malisah asked, and they found her a place.

"The hatching should be soon," Germain pointed out. "It's a good thing you got here in time."

"Wouldn't miss it for the world," Malisah replied.

***

Finally, Malisah had organized her things in the weyr room. She knew that she'd just have to move it all both when she became a Weyrling (she refused to say "if") and then again when it was time to move back to Alabaster. But everything had to be in its right place.

The little weyr had two glow baskets ("that's two more than Shim's," she thought) and a nicely worn rug on the stone floor. Her bed was messy but then, why fix it if she was just going to sleep in it again later?

She'd finally met Nora, the search rider, and others in Talor Cliff. If they seemed unimpressed, perhaps it was because she was so small, or perhaps because she was being endlessly polite. Shim and Germain knew better, and she could see their little glances and heard them muttering.

Let them, she decided! Let them mutter all they want, when she's flying on her perfect bond mate into the sky, they could decide who was best fit for impression!

***
"I can't believe I didn't get there in time..." Malisah muttered angrily. "I just can't belive it..."

She vented for a while, but then situated herself in Talor Cliffs, wrote a note back to Alabaster so they knew: she hadn't Impressed yet but Ger'in and Shim'a had! She was happy for them, and almost jealous... But there were other girls left on the sands that day too, so they all had something in common. They were Searched, and they must now wait.

Malisah was NOT a very patient person.
As the female candidates were doing some exercises and drills, separate from the boys, several of Talor Cliff's dragons and riders came to greet them. "Alright now please don't sceram and start bouncing until I finish what I'm saying, alright?"
Reyra had probably never done this before, had she? Malisah rolled her eyes.
"The eggs are hatching, but Wyrith tells me it'll be a few more minutes until the first shell breaks..." She said something about getting on one of the three available dragons, Senith, Reth or Mitanth, and they were to take the candidates to the Sands!
Malisah bolted to Mitanth, clinging tightly behind Nora and in front of another girl she'd only just met in the weyrling barracks.
"I guess we'll be getting to know each other pretty well, won't we?" She called out, but her words were whipped away by the wind!
The dragons lit onto the hatching grounds walls, and let the girls off.
There were a lot of candidates, including the boys of course. Malisah spotted her friends from Alabaster, Ger'in and Shim'a, who waved to her in encouragement. She didn't wave back because the egg that was moving the most violently broke open!
All eyes went to it, and a big Brown came from it. But the Brown didn't choose right away, he seemed to wander around the sands being very picky.
Instead, it was a foursome of eggs which broke open to reveal two greens, a blue and another brown.
Finally the brown went to a girl! Enola!
Then, the blue and one of the greens impressed. The other brown impressed a boy, that was more normal. When the first one impressed a girl, Malisah almost thought that she might be riding a Flight if that happened to her! How unlikely! But instead, her thoughts are broken quickly!
The piercing croon of the second Green brings Malisah's attention right to her. The young huntress bends down to caress her new friend.
Where is it? The food, I mean. I am Lerinth, and you are finding me food, aren't you?
"Come with me, there's food over here. So, it's Lerinth, right? Wonderful!"
They begin to walk to the tables set with bowls of finely chopped wherry and herdbeast.
Food! Come on! You told me you would show it to me! I can smell it from here! Where is it?!
"Yes yes, the food is right there! Yeah, I know you can smell it!"
Finally tired of the way her new rider was ignoring her plea, Lerinth stands up and tries to grab a bowl of meat off the table! Malisah comes over and helps out, sure that that trick was one she'd be seeing more of in the future!
"That's one greedy little green," Shim'a muttered to Ger'in.

"I really wouldn't tell Malisah that," the tall redskinned man replied.
Read more about Malisah and Lerinth here!
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