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Kythe | ||||||||
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Indigo eyes are what first catches one's eye, wide and demure beneath their veil of black lashes. Then the glossy, well-ordered fall of her dark, dark hair to the slanting and delicately high cheekbones, its brown so deep that it looks black, especially against her light complexion. Small nose is a trifle too aquiline, stubborn chin a bit too square for her to be called a beauty, but her face is strong, her pastel-tinted mouth generous and smiling. Her short frame is much like her face, too strong for beauty, yet there is something about the angular, lithe structure of her and the long, fine-boned hands that is pleasant to look upon. That strong, capable frame is garbed as suits it best: dove-grey round-necked tunic down to the knee, but slit up the sides to the waist for freedom of movement; klah-colored loose trousers in light cotton and the scuffed leather slippers in black. Her hair is restrained by an ivory headband and simple blue studs twinkle in her ears. Kythe is from Crom, a self-possessed young woman who can be charming, if she tries. She was born to Miner Taldar and Star-smith Akethe, along with nine sons and two other daughters. Kythe is middle-born, four brothers and two sisters preceding her, five brothers following. Taslan, Albehen, Kirse, Tokal, Katale, Aveldar, Temirst, Astul, Tsado, Auldulan, and Tivion are a good lot, though rough around the edges. She had severe speech problems as a child, and still does. Since the age of five, though, Kythe refused to talk at all, and is introduced as mute before all comers. She?s a splendid painter, and it is in her paintings that she shows her true voice, a beauty that leaves folks gaping. Kythe has developed a whistle-code with Trader Dalene, who is accompanying her, and will write or gesture to communicate if Dalene isn't free. She's rather practical, yet has a wild streak that makes her logic or train of thought as hard to grasp as water and that gets her into trouble occasionally. Overall, she's remarkably grown up, with only a few barely noticeable hints that she's a youth of thirteen. Canines she loves, runners she tolerates and felines she despises. Most other creatures are null, including firelizards and dragons. Sure, they're fascinating to watch, and they may be amusing, but why put up with blood, oil, and creels or annoying voices in your head when one can have happy companionship in a canine? Kythe fully believes in the virtue of hard work, and is not at all against taking part in it. Whether it needs muscle, eye/hand coordination, or simple brainpower, Kythe is happy to be of service. People are okay from her outlook, as long as they don't pry too much into her voicelessness. In her whistle-code, writing or gestures, she is a startlingly vivid conversationalist, with a spark and verve to her replies and queries. Kythe has a caustic wit, however, which should be avoided if at all possible. |
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Kythe Impressed at Talis Weyr! Please congratulate her and male white Rutanth, and view the next installment. |