Agile in the ground and air
swooping darting, everywhere
glimmering gold for all to see
she is most beautiful to me
none can mach her elegant grace
the queen of her draconic race
when she springs into sky
she knows exactly how to fly
Nazareth my golden friend
my hear its yours until the end
Poetry was something Raylan had never
really tried before until she came to the weyr, and she found she liked
it. It soothed her, as if she needed any soothing on this day, and what
better to write about than the golden beauty before her?
It was a clear blue day, pleasant
temperature, and the now adult Nazareth was splashing gaily in the weyr
lake. She was big, if not as big as the Sr. Queen, and had grown into quite
a beauty. Many of the weyrfolk stopped to stare at her as they passed.
The pleasant day brought Raylan in
her mind back home to the gardens, on a day when her brother was gone or
else not harassing her. Sometimes she would lay down at the grass and stare
at the sky, making pictures with the clouds. Oftentimes, she had seen dragons
in the clouds. Now she lived among dragons, and as Jr. Weyrwoman
too, she had a lot of respect. She had formed a somewhat distant friendship
with the Weyrwoman, and was often helping carry out weyr tasks. It was
a lot of work, but Raylan was used to work, even if this was a different
kind. She had learned so much about weyrs and herself through this experience.
On this day, life seemed wonderful.
And now, she didn't have to just lay
and stare at the clouds, she could easily sour up into them. From the first
day of impression, Nazareth had wanted to fly, and now that she had finally
gotten her wish, how she flew! It was wonderful to just soar on the back
of her golden dragon, larger by half than all the other dragon colors,
the wind in her hair and the sky all around.
Raylan lay back and stared up at the
sky. There were no clouds today, but up above she could see quite a few
real dragons. This was home to her, home in a way that she had never felt
before, and she felt truly happy.
name: Raylan |
age: nineteen |
family: mother Kotera, father Eldide, brother Dretti, sisters Eamiy and Havney |
birthplace: small Cothold outside Cold Rocks Hold |
physcial desription: picture above |
personality: a strong willed girl, but quiet and thoughtful |