Brilliance lacks all subtlety: cloth-of-gold, golden thread, and rubies incarnate a griffon rampant on glossy black wherhide. The beast's hooked beak screams soundless fury from the riding jacket's left breast; ruby chips pick out its smouldering eyes and the raptor's talons raking the left wrist. Around the jacket collar and shoulders sweep wide-feathered wings which merge with the lean feline haunches and hind paws sleeking down the spine to a ruby-clawed brace at the right hip's hem. The griffon's tail, tufted and ruddered with blunter feathers, lashes around the jacket's right front pocket, reflecting the golden knotwork writhing along the outer seams of taut trousers and boots that ground imperious fire in tough, stolid black.
Around her left shoulder hangs a double-corded, double-looped knot, half of cords orange, half of black for her home Weyr of Ista. A golden tassle hangs on the outside, and along with the Griffon emblazoned upon her jacket and the perty green ribbon woven among the whole knot, it signifies that she is the greenriding Griffon Wingleader.
Bali is 30 Turns, 20 days old. A thumbspan wide band encircles Ice's right leg, consisting of a medium band of brilliant orange sitting atop of a fatter black band, and in the center of the orange is a thin line of pure white, with an even thinner band of green through the middle of that. It compliments his hide- a real fashion statement, no? Ice's pet is a greenrider of Ista Weyr. When Bali was around 16, she met the love of her life and handfasted him, having a small child, a boy, about a year later. A few months after the boy was born, a disease swept through the countryside and killed the baby and her husband, nearly taking her own life. Luckily, her mother came to help and saved her from death. As soon as Balishina was able to walk and ride again, she took off for the south, and headed to Ista Isle to recuperate even more. She settled into the Istan way of life, loving the lush jungles of Ista Hold. A few turns later, S'lad of Ista Weyr searched her, and took her off to Ista Weyr, where she played one huge prank. She left a Herdbeast in the Living Cavern. After this was all cleaned up (literally), she really settled in at the Weyr. When it came time for the hatching, a lovely green dragonet marched right up to her and chose her. The lovely green Uliaryth. Uliaryth. That's me, my name. Uliaryth. You are mine. And so she was. Recently, Maggie made Bali Griffon Wingleader, on top of her Assistant WeyrlingMaster Duties. I've had to recycle Iceberg and Coy in order to make room for the various mailers and institutions I've taken on (the weyrling mailers, etc.) ICly, Bali sold Aryen quite a while ago because she could no longer take care of him.
Uliaryth
Her stocky, sturdy body is covered in hide a mottled shade of green, like varicolored leaves bunched close together in light and dark and all the shades in between. This variegated hue climbs its way over limbs, belly and body and fading out to a soft, rusty, brownish red intermixed within the green along the graceful buttress of her wings. Here and there patterns disturb the continued shading of her hide, a fractured brown and gold patch like a stone crumbling under the grip of crowded rising vines. Her soft belly is a color more like moss dressed golden stone - dark green with a hint of golden brown highlight showing through.
Coy
This firelizard gazes about with a decidedly lecherous leer. A light tan shades him over all, to an almost golden color on his wide wings, but over that, starting at just before his hindquarters and all the way down his tail, are swirls of a darker brown, looking almost like curly hair. The brown darkens until it is nearly black on his back feet, a shade that is matched by all his talons, and strange horn like markings that curl on either side of his blunt nosed head.
Iceberg
A creature in miniature scale, or so it appears is this lizard. Body smaller than most greens, and power not to be compared with most of its own color. Icy shards of sky blue claims its territory, wrapping itself around the miniature. A veil of silver rests upon the bright blue, gloss adding amazing beauty. Limbs perfectly proportioned to the small body, powerful for its size, yet not very powerful in the long haul. Overlong tail wrapping in a small coil to keep itself out of mischief. Talons of dark onyx are sharp and his only defense if he happens to need one. A long, graceful neck gives way to a blazing blue that is almost white. Many faceted eyes looking towards all, usually with patience intended.
Mima
From head to toe, this flighty Jemima Puddle-Duck green is covered in light mint, the hue nearly washed from her body. A long thin neck supports a flat muzzled face, possessing truly maternal instincts, but too absent-minded to remember them or her eggs. Narrow forequarter with graceful forelegs blossom all to quickly into a pear-shaped and wide (very wide!) bottom fitted with a short, and almost stubby tail.
Aryen
A sturdy mount, this gelding's gentle appearance is true to his nature. Standing 16 and 1/2 hands tall at the shoulder, he is average for a runner- not too tall, not too short. Tuned powerful muscles ripple under a smooth coat, the color dark bay- a red-brown body with four black stockings, and a black mane and tail. His long forelock hangs lazily down his easy-going face, continuing almost past his jaw- the rest of his mane is equally long, gently rippling well down past his hanging neck. Chocolate eyes are always gentle, seeing all, but dismissing most with a toss of his elegant head. His mouth foams white with froth when he is bridled, a sign that he is very well schooled for his years, and takes to the bit very well.
History:
Balishina grew up with her parents and a loving family outside of Ruatha hold, bringing up runners. Her family was a good one, and she had a very normal childhood, without much conflict.
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