Gender: Female
Age: 20
Height: 5'11-Tallish
Build: Muscular
Skin: Olive Tan
Hair: Strawberry-blond, to high-back, straight
Eyes: Brown
Personality: Stern and serious, she doesn't like to be around lots of people. She doesn't have much of a sense of humor and tends to be cynical and sarcastic.
Past: She was born in a Weyr to two riders and was promptly fostered off to one of the woman in the lower caverns. She was about 10 turns old when she ran away from the weyr and ended up at the Fishercrafthall, where she was quickly made an apprentice.
Pets: Bronze flit, Sevirach
From: Cy Dragonstake
Gold Ore Faerie Drak, Keepsake(f)
From: Baskar Castle
Bond: Male Plant Drak, Atharel
From: Baskar Castle
The bronze fire lizard hissed at the little girl warningly as her mother pulled her away, still whining about not having a pet flitter. Kaydda just rolled her eyes and hushed Sevirach. Faranth, she hated kids, the annoying little brats.
Her bronze fire lizard, Sevirach, flitted around her shoulders, hiding his head in her short, strawberry-blond hair. Irritatedly, the tall, muscular woman brushed the flit off her shoulder. Sevirach just crooned in reply.
"Go away, Sevirach, I'm busy." She snapped as she picked up the crate of freshly caught fish that Sevirach was eyeing anxiously. Kaydda rolled her eyes again, shooting a death glare at her fire lizard before walking away.
Kaydda was a senior apprentice for the Fishercraft Hall, and one of the few female sailors. Her skin was a dark bronze tan from being in the sun. Her straight, strawberry-colored hair reached past her shoulders, and was often tied back to keep it out of her face. Her eyes, a dark brown, seemed cold and stern, which reflected her usual mood well.
She sighed as Sevirach landed on her shoulder again, but didn't bother to brush him off. The flit was more of a nuisance than he was a help, honestly. Unfortunately, Kaydda seemed to be the only person Sevirach liked. If anyone else tried to stroke or feed him, he'd just snap at them.
A large blue shape caught her eye, and she turned to see a blue dragon and his rider staring at her. One eyebrow raised curiously as she met and held the man's gaze. "Is something the matter, dragonrider?"
The dragonrider grinned somewhat sheepishly. "Well, not exactly. See, Rigelth here says that-"
"No thanks, I'm not interested in standing." She replied, not giving the searchrider time to answer. Briskly, she began to walk away as Sevirach hissed at the dragon, who just stared at him with gently whirling eyes.
The man blinked, startled. With a quick glance at his dragon, he ran after her and stopped her. "How'd you know what I was going to say?"
Kaydda sighed and finally set the crate of fish she still carried on the ground as she turned back to the man. She shrugged. "I've been through this before." She said shortly. "And my answer's always the same, no." Sevirach was now sniffing at the crate curiously, and Kaydda shooed him away. He landed beside the dragon and sulked. "Besides, I was raised in a Weyr."
The dragonrider looked surprised. "Really? You, uh, don't exactly strike me as the Weyrbred sort."
Kaydda shrugged. "I ran away as soon as I was old enough to be apprenticed. Glad I did, too. I never particularly liked dragons and have no wish to Impress one. Now if you'll excuse me-"
Kaydda turned around, intending to leave the befuddled dragonrider behind and get on with her life peacefully, and abruptly slammed into another dragon.
This new dragon was as surprised to have a human run into as she was having slammed into it. The blue dragon and his rider looked surprised at seeing another dragon and rider, and the rider scowled.
Kaydda stared at the dragon...if that's what it could be called. Long, silky fur covered it's neck and the end of its tail. Gold and silver scales covered its body and its two different pairs of wings, one pair over the shoulders, another pair over the back.
The...dragon's rider looked bemused as he surveyed the scene before him. "Sorry about that." He apologized.
Kaydda cocked an eyebrow, still staring at the gold-silver beast. "What kind of dragon is that, if I may ask, Rider?" She was purposefully ignoring the searchrider and his blue, who was busy muttering under his breath.
The man's eyes narrowed, and he frowned. "Jaletha's an ore drak, not a dragon. And I am a Knight."
At Kaydda's confused look, the drak spoke up. Out loud. "We arre frrom Planet Icarrusss." It hissed, as if this explained everything, which it clearly didn't, as Kaydda was still confused as ever.
At first, Kaydda hadn't registered what it said, she was so surprised to hear it talk out loud. Bemused, she turned to the 'Knight', who sighed and gave a quick rundown of Icarus' draks and their Knights, finishing with, "Jaletha and I have found you worthy to pair a drakling. Would you like to come with us?"
Kaydda looked up at the drak thoughtfully. Smirking, she glanced at the protesting bluerider and nodded. "Sure, I'd love to." She smiled at the Icarian Knight and his drak.
The dragonrider just sulked.
She had grown to love Planet Icarus during her stay at Mi'ihen Castle, and dreaded now more than ever going back to catching fish on Pern.
If only she had...but wishes weren't runnerbeasts, and she had to make a life for herself. She finished packing her bag, and slung it over her shoulder. Sevirach woke from his dream of fish and crooned, flitting onto her shoulder. Idly, she rubbed her cheek against his head as she left the empty hall.
Flagging down a drak getting ready to leave, she got his rider to give her a lift to another castle. She intended to pick up something, as a reminder. She arrived at Baskar Castle, and immediately started asking around for someone giving away faerie drak eggs.
She was directed to the city, where there was a market stall that sold faerie drak eggs cheaply, and she was quick to purchase one. She wasn't expecting anything else, but to go home, (home? where is home? Back to Pern.) with her miniature drak as a reminder of Icarus. She certainly wasn't expecting to be approached a second time by knights and judges, or be asked to stand as an aspirant, again.
She kept the egg, of course, and named the tiny golden ore female that emerged from it Keepsake. But now, she decided, she didn't really need a reminder anymore. She had something better. A second chance.
