My, so you really are interested, I'm quite flattered! First let me give you some dry facts, her ID-card so to speak. Further down you will be able to find out what she looks like, about her character, her family, history, firelizards and, of course, her beloved blue dragon.   Name: Thesy but she's also known as Thesy, tes, Thesyhoney, theys, Thesypet, thes, Thesy-bob, Thsey, Thesykins, D'renn's_Favorite_Girl_#9, Jillian's_ThesyWesy, It's_The_Sy!, Sorshette's_Thessum, and they Title: High Reaches Wingleader (Zephyr Wing) & Dragonhealer Affiliation: High Reaches IC Age: 22 Turns, 1 month, and 7 days Gender: Female Home: Sardrinth's & Thesy's Weyr Dragon: blue Sardrinth Firelizards: Nocturno, Vedra, Imperia, Tiramisu, and Leannan [Family & History][Dragon & Firelizards][Logs & Links]

Almost 6 feet tall, the young blue rider is still quite slim but over the last couple of turns she has developed strong muscles and female curves. Short black curls frame the small face with its high cheek bones, straight nose and determined chin, dominated by huge, deeply set eyes of dark blue.Thanks to a lot of time spent outside her skin has taken on the golden tinge of a soft tan. Long-legged and graceful like the runners at her native hold on the wide plains of Keroon, she strides with a confidence that only the bond with a dragon awards. The double cord of royal blue and black, a strand of midnight blue intertwining, bound by silver thread and tied to a single loop with long tail identifies her as a Wingrider of the 'Reaches. Rather rational than romantic, more responsible than light-hearted, Thesy nevertheless has a keen sense of humour and she is quite able to enjoy various pleasures like a glass of Benden white, a dance or a Gather like anyone her age. Though she tends to be a bit of a know-all, she has learned to handle this not so pleasant trait, especially since Sardrinth, the blue love of her life, shows her constantly that she's not so wise after all. * What's that you say??? You even want to peek into her wardrobe??? Oh well, but don't be disappointed. I mean, she's no Lady Holder with stunning outfits! * This was her Candidate robe and - boy! - she didn't do herself proud with this one: At first sight the thin white, calf-length robe with its square neck and wide sleeves, reaching down to her elbows seems to be done quite properly. But closer inspection mercilessly reveals that Thesy is no deft seamstress, no, not at all! The neck is not really square, one corner almost half an inch lower than the other, the hem sagging sadly here and there, even the sleeves are not of exactly the same length. And then the stitches! Not two of them the same size, some seams almost zigzagging like the track of a drunk wherry hen. To top this sad example of dress making a tiny blood stain sits right beside the neckline, a reminder of the day when an appearance in raspberry leathers surprisingly entered the barracks and Thesy pricked her finger, momentarily blinded by that sight. And why did they have to take away the soft blue shoes with the insulating soles her sister gave her and left her to stand on the hot sands with bare feet? *Weyrling uniform - how boring! We all looked almost the same!* The thick flannel of the royal blue shirt, worn over black leather trousers and gathered up with a black belt, the buckle of plain brass, provides for enough warmth during the long, cold winter and the not much warmer spring. As do the thick soles of her black, calf-length wherhide boots. *Back to individuality, wheee!* Falling down to waist in soft folds, the rose and grey chequered cloth of wide comfortable shirt plays gently around the bluerider's slender frame, fastened by tiny shell shaped buttons of polished horn, the top two unbuttoned, allowing a glimpse of tanned skin. Snugly warm a heavy fleece sweater is carelessly slung about shoulders. Trousers of well tanned wherhide, dyed a dark dull grey, stretch over slim muscular legs, blending into even darker grey of steel-rimmed knee high boots of more sturdy hide. *And finally her favorite piece, brand new dress leathers* Softly gleaming black hide envelopes the bluerider's lithe form with the pliancy of a suede glove. The jacket, shoulders decently padded and edges trimmed in brightest of sapphire blue, flows down to thighs and, revealing pearly luxuriance of pale silvery fur lining, opens over a dress shirt of silky cotton. Its colour a tinge lighter than the jacket's trimming, it emphasizes the warm golden tan of delicate skin, framed by elegantly cut square neck while a single large pearl on a gold snake chain rests in the hollow below her throat. Equally smooth blackness of tightly fitting pants washes over slender, firm muscled legs and vanishes in high boots, cuffs turned down, exposing the silvery fur of their lining. [Back to top]