Impressed Blue Yaleth at Aneris Weyr
Age: 18 Sex: female
Physical: 5'9", 145, cream colored skin, glossy black hair usually put atop her head with small clips, periwinkle blue eyes with very expressive eyebrows above them. She is very shapely and like her brother has wonderful curves. She has a high-cheeked face, with small ears and a pretty mouth. She loves wearing as little as possible, with respect to the people and locale she must reside in, she has been seen in nearly nothing by nearly anyone. Her voice is sharp, can be loud, but always distinct.
Emotional: Myst is sly and sultry at any given moment, but serious and deadly sharp at any other. She is less moody than her brother Sabire, but she has deeper moods than he and holds onto grudges longer. She is very artistic, and even when she is working on her healing skills (in herbal tonics and pastes), she likes to arrange colorful substances around the weyr. Myst has a deep emotional attachment to her family, to the point of it being a strong psionic power. She always seems to know when one of her family is in trouble, hurt, or feeling good.
Skills: Myst is adept at locating and using certain medicinal plants, making them into either pastes to apply to skin, or distilling them into liquid format. She has so far said that she will stay away from poisons but given her family's past history, she will doubtless do it sometime. She is also a very skilled sculptor, and has a mastery of not only the human form but that of the elegant Runnerbeasts which she loves. She has sure hands, and also likes using them to give massages.
Born a year before her brother Sabire, Myst takes more after their mother while he takes after their father. Even as young children they were obviously meant to be in the same field, but they both took different angles at Healing. Myst always liked exploring outdoors, while Sabire is more an underground sort. Myst's competition with her brother often involves the choice of lovers for the night, and the kind of wine they might be buying. Myst is just as likely to find Sabire's female friends attractive as he is her male, so they have "arrangements" ... Well, enough of that... When she and Sabire were searched, she was slightly less happy about it, having just started her harper instructions and getting into sculpture, but then again, she began making plaster forms of flying dragons all of a sudden.
Myst could do equally well on a Green or Gold, but might also find a Blue to her nature. She is witty and secure, and looking for a good match for fighting Thread alongside her brother.
"How could I not hear?" She answered. "Padasha is very strong, mother. Stronger than his father. Does Lord Holder Engell know that?"
"Not if I can help it, dearest..." Mirage answered. She and her beautiful daughter took their embroidery into the wide, light ledge where other women did such things. Myst was bored of it, clearly, but Mirage made sure to keep her daughter's active mind occupied.
They spoke of family, of the holds, and the weyrs, which made up the Protectorate. And they spoke of her younger full sibling Sab're.
"That sharding wherry... Impressing before me. How dare he?" Myst laughed, "And a black? Whoever heard of a black dragon?"
"Apparently they're quite suited for one another. And what about you, my dear?"
Myst raised her thin black eyebrows. "I would love to just fly. I have thought 'oh, must have a gold!' but then I realized... I'm not meant to be a weyrwoman! Not at all, mother. But if you had ever impressed, I bet that would be the kind you'd have gotten."
Mirage smiled a knowing, loving smile. "Rather like no one expects things like a black dragon, certainly no one expected your father to impress his dragon, did they? So perhaps you will be able to surprise us all."
Her soothing words kept Myst in a bit of a trance while they worked. They were both embroidering something totally different. Mirage had a long white tapestry of sorts which she was making tiny ticks onto to guide her hands at a later time, when she actually had a design to make on it. Myst, on the other hand, had begun her work several sevendays before, and her deft healer's fingers put the snug touches onto a small but very pretty rendition of a golden dragon upon a black piece of cloth. The effect was quite stunning.
"Are you planning on keeping that, or giving it to someone?" Mirage asked, and Myst tilted her head as she looked it over.
"I would like to give it to a gold rider. Or trade it perhaps. I haven't decided. OH!" Myst's eyes grew wide. "Did you feel that just now?"
Mirage furrowed her brows. "What? An earth quake or --"
"No, no... Something sillier. I think father is coming to the Hold. Yes, I'm certain of it."
"You could always sense him when I could not." Mirage admitted. Her tall dark mate had always been almost impossible to sense with her strong empathy, but Myst apparently benefitted due to being his daughter.
"He's shown off, apparently just like Padasha. Shall we meet them when they get here?"
Mirage placed the long tapestry piece down onto the arm of the chair, and nodded. "That is what a Lady Holder does, my daughter, remember?"
"Well I'm but a humble healer's apprentice..." Myst laughed.
They did greet their men off the caravan, learned of Padasha's mental work, and of Kalkin's brave and quick actions. The younger pair retired to Myst's rooms and the elder did whatever they seemed to do when in proximity to one another... Left alone by all save Kalkin's flitters.
"Is he all right?" Myst asked of her father, "and was he magnificent?"
"In battle? Of course he was. And he's fine. I think his little dragon started talking to him on the way afterward. Wanting to know what happened. And you know what that does to him..." Padasha made throat-gagging motions and they laughed.
"I'm to stand at Aneris weyr," Padasha said, and Myst's eyes widened.
"May I go with you?" She asked, "I mean, to watch? Perhaps take some notes to make a sculpture?"
"I think they'd let you on the sands, to watch at least. Let's talk to Darkhanis."
They did... and to no one's surprise their request was agreed to!
I was so surprised. One of the dragons at Aneris told me that I would stand on the sands. With Padasha! I told him that it would be impossible, I was a journeyman and I had responsibilities... But the dragon nudged me to the clutch.
It was only a couple days before the clutch actually hatched when Ionath allowed me near her eggs. I guess she knew too.
The hatching happened just at dawn. It was so pretty in the hatching sands! But hot! Oh so hot! And crowded! Everyone loves seeing hatchings, even ones from a green's clutch. And besides, Fertath the sire is a Paveh dragon! Lucky!
It wasn't luck that brought a brown dragon to my little brother. He was so happy, but I could still read him so easily: the dragon would become part of the whole world-seeing thing that Padasha -- now Pa'sha -- and his father Engell share.
Then, after a gold -- a gold! -- sniffed around me, a lovely pale plue dragon hatched. He wasn't sure at all how to figure out who to impress! But... I knew something. Something that boy left over there didn't.
I knew Yaleth's name!
NO! I like it here! It's pretty up here!
Myst sighed. "I am supposed to be learning about the formations, you silly brat, not trying to get you down from that ledge!" She tapped her fingers on the bound wherhide book of threadfighting formations. She didn't really like the thought that they must fight thread, after all, she was a healer, not a fighter. A thought occurred to her, and she smiled privately.
But if I know the threadfall and fighting patterns, we will be allowed to fly with the big browns and bronzes and you and I will have the chance to become combat healers! But we can't do that if I don't know the patterns! We would just bump into all of the dragons and make a big mess! She coyly sent.
You mean, we can fly but we don't have to spew fire if we don't want to?
"Well, I don't know. We should always have a good sack of firestone in case Thread gets through, right? But if we do it right, we can just zip in between each dragon's wing and be helpful."
After a moment, Yaleth turned his head and spread his wings, landing on the lower weyrling flat where they lived. The little ledge above was just barely big enough for the foolish blue to want to perch on, and he hadn't even learned to fly yet!