Name: Syncha

Gender/Age: female, 30

Rank/Craft: Journeywoman Healer (childbirth and Threadscore)

Location: Alabaster Hold

Relatives/Family: husband G'ed, no children of their own

Dragon if any: none

Physical Description: 4'11", 100, stocky build but not really overweight, very pale skin which NEVER sees the sunlight if she can help it, vibrantly black-red hair, cut short and curls up by chin, incredible black eyes that are large and soulful. High voice, slightly nasal. Wears black and white, large boots and often has a silver ankh in addition to any other badges or insignia on her person.

Emotional/Mental Description: quiet, but not secretive, rarely opens up to strangers but trusts her close friends intimately. A bit twitchy about certain things, such as why she hasn't had her own children. Hates politics, especially Hold politics, although she enjoys watching them happen to other people. Will put up with a lot of crap before saying anything, but then watch out!

Skills: strong administrative skills, and good with people as well as children (little people? No, she'll say, they're just loud things coming out of their mothers.). She has good child birthing abilities, but they are largely focused on the woman bearing the child, rather than the child itself. She also has a good talent with Threadscore wounds, but she also likes to recommend using charcoal to cause the scar to be a tattoo... She is an expert at makeup and costuming, tailoring is strong in her family.

History: recruited from her classes at the Hold early on, and trained by Kalkin in certain parts of healing (therefore her predisposition to think scarring is "cool"), met her husband at a Harper's gather.

Notes and Special Information: Rarely travels, but when she does she likes taking the long ground route more than dragonback, prefering to enjoy the scenery -- mostly at night.

Pets/Hobbies/Posessions: has a slew of cats. Collects things, mostly given to her by patients, and has a home separate from the hold building with her husband.

BACK to Alabaster Hold Folk

Syncha's growing unhappiness with the whole dragon situation came to a head when he got back from Jerdan weyr. He'd been able to join a wing, that was fine. But he couldn't be with her often enough. And he had been away for so long... It was true, she told him, she'd met someone at another harper gather. A younger man who was full of life and love and heart... The things which G'ed begged Syncha to belive were still what he could give her. The harper would come and go, he told her. But he'd always love her. Syncha narrowed her huge eyes at the dragonrider before her, and patiently explained that she did not love him. He had been away too long. And didn't he have a dragon to love now? Wasn't that enough for him? Perhaps she did not recognize the pain in the wingleader's eyes, when he turned from her and went to his weyr to be with the dragon he loved. Perhaps she did. She would not say either way. In a way, she thought, this mating flight at Aden would be good for them. It might take some of the guilt away.

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