Post by Katlyn on Nov 15, 2010 17:39:14 GMT -5
Last Updated - 15 Nov 2010
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Rank: Weyrling
Birthplace: Trader Caravan near Crom Hold
Family: Mother: Delae - trader; deceased; Father: Arton (trader; 50something); a few brothers who are with her father.
Personality: Ardalae’s hard to describe in a nut-shell. She’s not a person that can have a thumb pinned on them easily and that pinner know everything about her. Quite frankly, she could very well be considered a mystery. However, there are somethings that are always constant about her. For one, Ardalae hates it when people try to be overbearing and helpful, due to her disability. She doesn’t want their help. Sure, do a little “well you go that way” or something but don’t drag her somewhere. After all, she is perfectly capable of finding her way herself, though it just might take her awhile. That being side, she can be described very much as prideful, and such a description would be entirely accurate. Ardalae is full of pride and Faranth forbid if you try and bring her down a notch. It doesn’t bode well with her.
Typically she’s actually a pretty fun person to be around. She doesn’t mind the occasional prank, and might even be willing to get involved, depending on what it is. She’s also one to try and take risks here and there, though with her newly impressed and overtly protective dragonet, that’s not happened as of late. Despite the air that she might give off, she’s also got a good sense of responsibility, drilled into her by her father. She’ll rebel against it on the occasion, or a lot depending on her situation, but she won’t simply leave it hanging.
And then there’s the dark side of Ardalae, the side that’s only been recently revealed. It’s the side that’s full of self-doubt and contains no image of self-worth. It’s the side that was planted by a random man who just happened to say the right words, the side that makes her think she’s merely a burden on the Weyr. She's managed to keep this rather well controlled though as of late.
Physical description: Quite frankly, Ardalae’s a sight onto her own. When she first came to the Weyr, she was dressed entirely trader. She gave little thought to proper appearance, unless in a hold, and would dress the way she wanted, though typically it was in a skirt and a top. Still, the top would be revealing enough and it certainly looked exotic enough. She simply liked to stand out. Once in hold, or Weyr, though she at least dressed up a bit more to be dressed properly. Before, her hair was waist long and a floofy dark brown. Now, it’s kept extremely grudgingly at a weyrling’s shoulder length. She has full plan to let it grow back out again the moment that she can, tradition be damned.
A round oval face once flawless now has light shiny scars all around her small eyes. Dark brown can still be seen in her eyes, but grey-white streaks litter across them. They are the first sign that something about her is different. Her direct-but-actually-not-looking-at-you gaze is the other sign that she can no longer see, or what she can see is very little. Her other facial features are small and delicate too, just don’t tell her that. She’s convinced that she’s not some delicate little flower. She now wears a weyrling’s uniform during the day, though when she can get away with it and on off hours, she’ll still wear her clothes from her trader days. She likes knowing that she can still look differently than the others and be herself. She also wears a small necklace that was a gift from her mother around her neck at all times.
History: Ardalae was born out in the middle of Pernese wilderness somewhere around Crom hold. Where exactly, no one knows as they were headed away from the hold. The first hold she’d ever be in would be Nabol hold, and it would be for a brief visit to a gather. Of course, she wouldn’t ever remember it as she was just over a sevenday old when it happened. Her mother handled the birth quite well, considering that they hadn’t had any healers around, but she would take future effort to make sure that the girl was their last child. Already, Ardalae had quite a few older brothers menacing their rather large caravan.
Arton was actually a rather successful trader at the time of her birth. He’d pulled multiple trader caravans together to make one large one. They were extremely well known at gathers and hatchings, though they took quite a while to get in between them as large numbers take longer to travel. It would be in this fame that Ardalae spent her first many turns living in, constantly going from Weyr and hold to Weyr and hold. She liked it that way, knowing that she’d always be seeing different parts of Pern. She only ever saw the same thing once or twice, and only a few things more than once. Of course, she’d been to all the holds at least once or twice by her tenth turn day.
It would actually be around that time that the caravan’s luck started to run out. Heavy rains led to floods and in their travelling they lost quite a few of their wagons and beasts, and thus their cargo. What hit the caravan hardest though was the loss of Ardalae’s mother, who’d been both healer and harper to the traders. Ardalae, who’d been receiving mild training from her mother up until that point, felt it her duty and responsibility at that point to take her training more seriously so she could one day take her mother’s place. It would be the first time she took anything seriously. And so, whenever they reached a hall hold or Weyr, she would spend her days there, however brief they were, getting as much training that she could get to supplement the other training she got from others in the caravan.
Then the plague hit the Weyrs. It left the caravan devastated for the simple fact that a prime source of their economy was suddenly dying left and right. Ardalae was only twelve at the time, but she felt the hit just as hard as anyone else. Even now, she can remember travelling past Weyrs that were once their stopping place and hearing the keens. It would be then that the caravan slowly started breaking apart. Many of the other leaders who’d followed Arton’s lead up until that point began refusing to follow him around, as he still insisted on going to the Weyrs. He knew his proper duty and he wasn’t goin to skirt it. Faranth only knew when thread would return and he always believed it would.
His sense of duty eventually led him to a hold that would happen to have flit eggs. The holder was concerned, as he’d been hoping for a rider to help him distribute them to their proper owners. With the plague still in its dying stages however, and less than 30 dragons still surviving, there was no way for that to happen. Arton took it on him to make sure that at least some of the eggs got to their proper place, including the gold egg. After all, it’s destination wasn’t even a sevenday away.
But as everyone knows, sometimes nature doesn’t wait for what humans want. They’d gotten a good commission to move the eggs, and more money from those who’d they’d delivered to. Only the gold egg remained and they’d less than half a day’s travel to go. No matter how good the scenario seemed though, that egg just wouldn’t wait to get to its right owner. Instead, it cracked wide open, Ardalae watching over it. The girl was frightened at first, by the fearsome keening it let out, but having some cooked meat chunks in hand that she’d been snacking on, instead gave them to the tiny goldling.
When her father learned of the Impression, he was furious. It was the only sound beating that she’d gotten from him, Arton generally being of gentle hand with her. After all, she was the only woman around anymore. But he was furious that he’d lost such a fortune on the problem. Turns out, the man who the gold was supposed to go to hadn’t wanted it anyway and still gave the marks for at least attempting to make the delivery, so that they could make sure it got back to the person who was supply the egg in the first place.
So the then small caravan continued about, doing what traders did. Ardalae took up the role of diplomat for the group, being the one to introduce them at holds and halls, to barter down costs,[how many adult holders are going to listen to a prideful teen] and then on their own provide the entertainment in form of song and dance. While the small caravan no longer got the income of before, they spent four rather happy turns together, merely minding their own business.
Then one day, word started to spread of a Weyr’s return. They’d known that a few dragons had survived, but they’d been certain that there wouldn’t be a weyr anymore. From what they heard though, this weyr was thriving. Already they’d had quite a few hatchings take place, and word had it there was a clutch on the sands. Arton quickly moved the caravan to go there, a small tithe in tow. They’d pay proper respects, they would, and nothing else would do.
What he didn’t expect was that his daughter would get searched while they were in Weyr. He was furious to say the least, but Ardalae wouldn’t simply turn down the chance. There was a gold on the sands, and if she could Impress, it would help the Weyr, no matter the color. It would help Pern. So she defiantly stayed behind in the Weyr. The caravan’s tithe was left, but Arton swore he’d never return to the Weyr again. They’d stolen his only daughter.
It took Ardalae a bit of time to get settled into the candidate way of life. She stood out, her traderness too strong in her to simply ignore. Both thankfully and unfortunately, she wouldn’t have that long of a time to wait before the eggs cracked. It was both a blessed and cursed occasion for her, for one minute she had two lovely bonded creatures, and then the next they were at war with eachother. Ardalae had never considered that her little goldling Rheinnae would get over protective of her pet and attack the baby dragonet. Instead, Rheinnae had been killed, but in her effort to stop the confrontation, Ardalae had been trampled. It was later revealed that the only damage was around her face, but it was extensive.
For the longest while, the Weyr sat in wonder if they’d loose the new gold pair. And then Ardalae pulled through. When she woke, though, she woke to a world of darkness. She was informed that her sight might come back, and it did to an extent. One eye had been damaged too greatly and she couldn’t see a thing out of it, but at least the other had blurriness to it, though not enough to navigate by.
Despite the fact that Rheinnae and Ardalae had had an extremely strong bond together, the girl never had the chance to properly grieve and feel the passing of the little gold. Since she had been unconcious when Rheinnae had been killed, she never felt her gold die, and her bond with Fraith had strengthened to great solidity that by the time she awoke, she barely noticed there was something missing. The healers had had to inform her of the litle golds passing, and it was then that she would silently hurt and grieve, only Fraith knowing what hers felt. But Ardalae didn't let herself grieve or dwell long, as she had her gold Fraith to tend to.
The pair would manage as best as they could, though Ardalae had a new found pride that kept her from accepting too much help from anyone. There happened to be one rider - D'verado - there who knew how to give the proper help though, at least until he was locked away by the weyrleader for reasons unknown to her. Then Lordan came to the Weyr, a traditionalist from Fort he didn't think crippled riders had any place in the Weyr and put doubt in her head about her place there. She started doubting her welcome a Tristar, her need there, and the doubt would remain.
One day, she decided to stretch her limits. Leaving Fraith on the lakes shore, she wandered the weyr on her own. It ended up leading to a confrontation which only further deepened her surety that she wasn’t wanted at this weyr. She became certain that she was merely seen as a burden on the weyr, merely put up with because they had to put up with her. Fraith hated this self-opinion in her rider and eventually revealed to the one who Ardalae had fought with some of her rider’s thoughts. The individual went to the goldriders, and though it came to light, the results of the leadership knowing how she feels has yet to be seen. Still, she’s shutting down in the weyr more, slowly refusing to go to lessons out of the belief that there was no point to them. Only what has yet to happen will reveal how she continues to develop.
All this seemed to disappear over time though. She would return to her lessons after a few firm lectures, but then they would be taken seriously. She realized her position in the weyr, especially during the earthquake and volcano incident, and would continue to take them very seriously. Only one other thing seems to have set her back. In an effort to be more like her siblings, Fraith ate firestone one day during training before she could be stopped. Naturally, she threw it up. Now, graduated from the ranks, she know she and Fraith have even more purpose. Her gold is close to rising for the first time, or so they hope. At four turns old, she has yet to rise once, and it's slowly becoming feared that Fraith may be a baren gold. Even her sight has returned enough that she manages better and though she is still for all intents and purposes blind, she has a great many weyrwoman duties to tend to, and tend to them she does. Really, the last three turns have matured her greatly. Now if only her gold would Rise.
***
Name: Fraith
Age: 4T 4M
Colour: Gold
Birthhome: Tristar Weyr
Dam/Sire: Josiath/Ziylith
Personality: Fraith is a mothering type of dragon, she takes great responsibility and care for those dragonets around her, regardless of their colour, ages or appearance. She will be very good when the days come to having her own clutches, although without a firm rider may turn to over protectiveness and possessiveness. She likes to believe she is wise beyond her years, and excels in perfection, everything, and she means everything! Has to be perfect in her standards.. and with it comes her demanding side. Oh yes, Fraith is demanding. Probably one of her worse habits..she’ll demand everything.. she knows she’s important!
Physical description: Fraith is a small built dragon, even for a gold. At full maturity she will not reach the sizes of the other two golds, and even some of the larger bronzes may over take her in size. But it isn’t size that matters to Fraith, her complexion more that makes up for her lack of size, she is very well proportioned, infact, probably the best proportioned of the current golds, her wings are not too large, neither are they too small, neither is the head inadequate to her body..
Fraith is a rich gold coloured dragon, shiny and clean.. and she will always remain so, you will not see Fraith doing something unless there is no choice that will make her dirty..
Pets
Name: Copper
Age: 3
Type: Flit
Color: Brown
Personality: Copper's entire goal in life is to be by, take care of, and help those around him, namely Arda. He acts for her as her eyes, and he takes that job proudly. As such, it's hard to find him seperated from her at any single point in time, though being fairly well trained, he is willing to do menial things as well, such as run messages, and is always prompt to return to the one who needs him most.
Appearance: He's a rusty, copper like brown. Thus his name. Shinier, though not metalic, reddish brown streaks run up and down his back, and accent his nose and feet in a more speckled like fashion.
Name: Rheinnae
Age: deceased
Type: Flit
Colour: gold
Personality: Rheinnae was actually quite the fiesty little gold. She was also extremely protective of her pet and wouldn't take well to anything that tried to get into the middle of that. Her bond with Ardalae was extremely strong and they were never far from eachother. But it was that little gold's protectiveness and unwillingness to loose er pet that eventually cost her her life.
Description: Rheinnae was a dark, rather large, antique colored gold flit. She had lighter specklings around her tail, but otherwise her hide was a single solid color. As far as golden flits went, there were only a few others who were larger than her, and she was quite agile during her life.
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Rank: Weyrling
Birthplace: Trader Caravan near Crom Hold
Family: Mother: Delae - trader; deceased; Father: Arton (trader; 50something); a few brothers who are with her father.
Personality: Ardalae’s hard to describe in a nut-shell. She’s not a person that can have a thumb pinned on them easily and that pinner know everything about her. Quite frankly, she could very well be considered a mystery. However, there are somethings that are always constant about her. For one, Ardalae hates it when people try to be overbearing and helpful, due to her disability. She doesn’t want their help. Sure, do a little “well you go that way” or something but don’t drag her somewhere. After all, she is perfectly capable of finding her way herself, though it just might take her awhile. That being side, she can be described very much as prideful, and such a description would be entirely accurate. Ardalae is full of pride and Faranth forbid if you try and bring her down a notch. It doesn’t bode well with her.
Typically she’s actually a pretty fun person to be around. She doesn’t mind the occasional prank, and might even be willing to get involved, depending on what it is. She’s also one to try and take risks here and there, though with her newly impressed and overtly protective dragonet, that’s not happened as of late. Despite the air that she might give off, she’s also got a good sense of responsibility, drilled into her by her father. She’ll rebel against it on the occasion, or a lot depending on her situation, but she won’t simply leave it hanging.
And then there’s the dark side of Ardalae, the side that’s only been recently revealed. It’s the side that’s full of self-doubt and contains no image of self-worth. It’s the side that was planted by a random man who just happened to say the right words, the side that makes her think she’s merely a burden on the Weyr. She's managed to keep this rather well controlled though as of late.
Physical description: Quite frankly, Ardalae’s a sight onto her own. When she first came to the Weyr, she was dressed entirely trader. She gave little thought to proper appearance, unless in a hold, and would dress the way she wanted, though typically it was in a skirt and a top. Still, the top would be revealing enough and it certainly looked exotic enough. She simply liked to stand out. Once in hold, or Weyr, though she at least dressed up a bit more to be dressed properly. Before, her hair was waist long and a floofy dark brown. Now, it’s kept extremely grudgingly at a weyrling’s shoulder length. She has full plan to let it grow back out again the moment that she can, tradition be damned.
A round oval face once flawless now has light shiny scars all around her small eyes. Dark brown can still be seen in her eyes, but grey-white streaks litter across them. They are the first sign that something about her is different. Her direct-but-actually-not-looking-at-you gaze is the other sign that she can no longer see, or what she can see is very little. Her other facial features are small and delicate too, just don’t tell her that. She’s convinced that she’s not some delicate little flower. She now wears a weyrling’s uniform during the day, though when she can get away with it and on off hours, she’ll still wear her clothes from her trader days. She likes knowing that she can still look differently than the others and be herself. She also wears a small necklace that was a gift from her mother around her neck at all times.
History: Ardalae was born out in the middle of Pernese wilderness somewhere around Crom hold. Where exactly, no one knows as they were headed away from the hold. The first hold she’d ever be in would be Nabol hold, and it would be for a brief visit to a gather. Of course, she wouldn’t ever remember it as she was just over a sevenday old when it happened. Her mother handled the birth quite well, considering that they hadn’t had any healers around, but she would take future effort to make sure that the girl was their last child. Already, Ardalae had quite a few older brothers menacing their rather large caravan.
Arton was actually a rather successful trader at the time of her birth. He’d pulled multiple trader caravans together to make one large one. They were extremely well known at gathers and hatchings, though they took quite a while to get in between them as large numbers take longer to travel. It would be in this fame that Ardalae spent her first many turns living in, constantly going from Weyr and hold to Weyr and hold. She liked it that way, knowing that she’d always be seeing different parts of Pern. She only ever saw the same thing once or twice, and only a few things more than once. Of course, she’d been to all the holds at least once or twice by her tenth turn day.
It would actually be around that time that the caravan’s luck started to run out. Heavy rains led to floods and in their travelling they lost quite a few of their wagons and beasts, and thus their cargo. What hit the caravan hardest though was the loss of Ardalae’s mother, who’d been both healer and harper to the traders. Ardalae, who’d been receiving mild training from her mother up until that point, felt it her duty and responsibility at that point to take her training more seriously so she could one day take her mother’s place. It would be the first time she took anything seriously. And so, whenever they reached a hall hold or Weyr, she would spend her days there, however brief they were, getting as much training that she could get to supplement the other training she got from others in the caravan.
Then the plague hit the Weyrs. It left the caravan devastated for the simple fact that a prime source of their economy was suddenly dying left and right. Ardalae was only twelve at the time, but she felt the hit just as hard as anyone else. Even now, she can remember travelling past Weyrs that were once their stopping place and hearing the keens. It would be then that the caravan slowly started breaking apart. Many of the other leaders who’d followed Arton’s lead up until that point began refusing to follow him around, as he still insisted on going to the Weyrs. He knew his proper duty and he wasn’t goin to skirt it. Faranth only knew when thread would return and he always believed it would.
His sense of duty eventually led him to a hold that would happen to have flit eggs. The holder was concerned, as he’d been hoping for a rider to help him distribute them to their proper owners. With the plague still in its dying stages however, and less than 30 dragons still surviving, there was no way for that to happen. Arton took it on him to make sure that at least some of the eggs got to their proper place, including the gold egg. After all, it’s destination wasn’t even a sevenday away.
But as everyone knows, sometimes nature doesn’t wait for what humans want. They’d gotten a good commission to move the eggs, and more money from those who’d they’d delivered to. Only the gold egg remained and they’d less than half a day’s travel to go. No matter how good the scenario seemed though, that egg just wouldn’t wait to get to its right owner. Instead, it cracked wide open, Ardalae watching over it. The girl was frightened at first, by the fearsome keening it let out, but having some cooked meat chunks in hand that she’d been snacking on, instead gave them to the tiny goldling.
When her father learned of the Impression, he was furious. It was the only sound beating that she’d gotten from him, Arton generally being of gentle hand with her. After all, she was the only woman around anymore. But he was furious that he’d lost such a fortune on the problem. Turns out, the man who the gold was supposed to go to hadn’t wanted it anyway and still gave the marks for at least attempting to make the delivery, so that they could make sure it got back to the person who was supply the egg in the first place.
So the then small caravan continued about, doing what traders did. Ardalae took up the role of diplomat for the group, being the one to introduce them at holds and halls, to barter down costs,[how many adult holders are going to listen to a prideful teen] and then on their own provide the entertainment in form of song and dance. While the small caravan no longer got the income of before, they spent four rather happy turns together, merely minding their own business.
Then one day, word started to spread of a Weyr’s return. They’d known that a few dragons had survived, but they’d been certain that there wouldn’t be a weyr anymore. From what they heard though, this weyr was thriving. Already they’d had quite a few hatchings take place, and word had it there was a clutch on the sands. Arton quickly moved the caravan to go there, a small tithe in tow. They’d pay proper respects, they would, and nothing else would do.
What he didn’t expect was that his daughter would get searched while they were in Weyr. He was furious to say the least, but Ardalae wouldn’t simply turn down the chance. There was a gold on the sands, and if she could Impress, it would help the Weyr, no matter the color. It would help Pern. So she defiantly stayed behind in the Weyr. The caravan’s tithe was left, but Arton swore he’d never return to the Weyr again. They’d stolen his only daughter.
It took Ardalae a bit of time to get settled into the candidate way of life. She stood out, her traderness too strong in her to simply ignore. Both thankfully and unfortunately, she wouldn’t have that long of a time to wait before the eggs cracked. It was both a blessed and cursed occasion for her, for one minute she had two lovely bonded creatures, and then the next they were at war with eachother. Ardalae had never considered that her little goldling Rheinnae would get over protective of her pet and attack the baby dragonet. Instead, Rheinnae had been killed, but in her effort to stop the confrontation, Ardalae had been trampled. It was later revealed that the only damage was around her face, but it was extensive.
For the longest while, the Weyr sat in wonder if they’d loose the new gold pair. And then Ardalae pulled through. When she woke, though, she woke to a world of darkness. She was informed that her sight might come back, and it did to an extent. One eye had been damaged too greatly and she couldn’t see a thing out of it, but at least the other had blurriness to it, though not enough to navigate by.
Despite the fact that Rheinnae and Ardalae had had an extremely strong bond together, the girl never had the chance to properly grieve and feel the passing of the little gold. Since she had been unconcious when Rheinnae had been killed, she never felt her gold die, and her bond with Fraith had strengthened to great solidity that by the time she awoke, she barely noticed there was something missing. The healers had had to inform her of the litle golds passing, and it was then that she would silently hurt and grieve, only Fraith knowing what hers felt. But Ardalae didn't let herself grieve or dwell long, as she had her gold Fraith to tend to.
The pair would manage as best as they could, though Ardalae had a new found pride that kept her from accepting too much help from anyone. There happened to be one rider - D'verado - there who knew how to give the proper help though, at least until he was locked away by the weyrleader for reasons unknown to her. Then Lordan came to the Weyr, a traditionalist from Fort he didn't think crippled riders had any place in the Weyr and put doubt in her head about her place there. She started doubting her welcome a Tristar, her need there, and the doubt would remain.
One day, she decided to stretch her limits. Leaving Fraith on the lakes shore, she wandered the weyr on her own. It ended up leading to a confrontation which only further deepened her surety that she wasn’t wanted at this weyr. She became certain that she was merely seen as a burden on the weyr, merely put up with because they had to put up with her. Fraith hated this self-opinion in her rider and eventually revealed to the one who Ardalae had fought with some of her rider’s thoughts. The individual went to the goldriders, and though it came to light, the results of the leadership knowing how she feels has yet to be seen. Still, she’s shutting down in the weyr more, slowly refusing to go to lessons out of the belief that there was no point to them. Only what has yet to happen will reveal how she continues to develop.
All this seemed to disappear over time though. She would return to her lessons after a few firm lectures, but then they would be taken seriously. She realized her position in the weyr, especially during the earthquake and volcano incident, and would continue to take them very seriously. Only one other thing seems to have set her back. In an effort to be more like her siblings, Fraith ate firestone one day during training before she could be stopped. Naturally, she threw it up. Now, graduated from the ranks, she know she and Fraith have even more purpose. Her gold is close to rising for the first time, or so they hope. At four turns old, she has yet to rise once, and it's slowly becoming feared that Fraith may be a baren gold. Even her sight has returned enough that she manages better and though she is still for all intents and purposes blind, she has a great many weyrwoman duties to tend to, and tend to them she does. Really, the last three turns have matured her greatly. Now if only her gold would Rise.
***
Name: Fraith
Age: 4T 4M
Colour: Gold
Birthhome: Tristar Weyr
Dam/Sire: Josiath/Ziylith
Personality: Fraith is a mothering type of dragon, she takes great responsibility and care for those dragonets around her, regardless of their colour, ages or appearance. She will be very good when the days come to having her own clutches, although without a firm rider may turn to over protectiveness and possessiveness. She likes to believe she is wise beyond her years, and excels in perfection, everything, and she means everything! Has to be perfect in her standards.. and with it comes her demanding side. Oh yes, Fraith is demanding. Probably one of her worse habits..she’ll demand everything.. she knows she’s important!
Physical description: Fraith is a small built dragon, even for a gold. At full maturity she will not reach the sizes of the other two golds, and even some of the larger bronzes may over take her in size. But it isn’t size that matters to Fraith, her complexion more that makes up for her lack of size, she is very well proportioned, infact, probably the best proportioned of the current golds, her wings are not too large, neither are they too small, neither is the head inadequate to her body..
Fraith is a rich gold coloured dragon, shiny and clean.. and she will always remain so, you will not see Fraith doing something unless there is no choice that will make her dirty..
Pets
Name: Copper
Age: 3
Type: Flit
Color: Brown
Personality: Copper's entire goal in life is to be by, take care of, and help those around him, namely Arda. He acts for her as her eyes, and he takes that job proudly. As such, it's hard to find him seperated from her at any single point in time, though being fairly well trained, he is willing to do menial things as well, such as run messages, and is always prompt to return to the one who needs him most.
Appearance: He's a rusty, copper like brown. Thus his name. Shinier, though not metalic, reddish brown streaks run up and down his back, and accent his nose and feet in a more speckled like fashion.
Name: Rheinnae
Age: deceased
Type: Flit
Colour: gold
Personality: Rheinnae was actually quite the fiesty little gold. She was also extremely protective of her pet and wouldn't take well to anything that tried to get into the middle of that. Her bond with Ardalae was extremely strong and they were never far from eachother. But it was that little gold's protectiveness and unwillingness to loose er pet that eventually cost her her life.
Description: Rheinnae was a dark, rather large, antique colored gold flit. She had lighter specklings around her tail, but otherwise her hide was a single solid color. As far as golden flits went, there were only a few others who were larger than her, and she was quite agile during her life.
