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Funfunfun! Lina's desc is in here, Kirienth's, Jezara's and Nelia's, as well as all those lovely proddy dresses she's worn. The first weyr's not, the second isn't either. But the ring is!
Alina
Alina would stand out in any crowd. This is partially due to the fact that she looms over quite a number of her fellows, though not N'all... sorry. It could also have something to do with the wild, untamable cloud of violently flame-red curls standing out in a downright hard-to-miss halo about her head. Do these befit her temper... ahem. Look at her directly and several aspects are readily noticeable. A light dusting of the freckles possessed by most red-heads are of course there, as well as the perpetual tan of a Southerner and the windburn of someone who *cough* doesn't always wear her goggles in flight? Oops. In the midst of it all are a pair of the most strikingly vibrant jade green eyes you will ever see. A ready, lopsided grin rarely leaves this woman's face and if it does, something is definitely awry. But if one were to look closer, beneath even the finely-strung cords of muscle denoting a life not alien to its share of the rough and tumble, one would notice the almost birdlike structure of her frame. Alina is, almost surprisingly, delicate to the point of the elegance of a dancer. Her bearing speaks of fire-lizards, light and unflappably agile.
Alina is outfitted in the standard uniform of any dragonrider... with her own personal touch of course, or it wouldn't be Lina. Flying helmet, jacket, boots and gloves are all created of the same shade of warm sienna brown wherhide, shining faintly in stronger illumination. Said helmet could either be on her head or dangling from one hand, depending if she's actually on her dragon or not. The pants and tunic beneath her flight attire are of equally soft but nonetheless eye catching green, as close to malachite as can be concocted from a Weaver's dye. This is either done as a compliment to her unmistakable fire hair or she has a lifemate bias. Not sure which. On one shoulder, Alina wears the patch of Starflame wing while on the other is pinned the emerald, pale green and black knot of a Southern Weyr wingrider, twined with a strand of swirled malachite as a symbol of that lifemate she seems to have a bias toward... oops, admitted it after all.
Kirienth
An image materializes from darkened space, lasting only a fleeting moment but captured for eternity, irridescent filaments shimmering across this green dragon's hide. A veil is drawn across the void as a deep patina settles across her haunches, a starkness of color that contrasts sharply with the field of emerald stars glistening across her back. A variegated sea obscures the landscape of her muzzle, waves of aquamarine splashing across her neckridges before fading into the near black of her tail, a transition to dark and vacuous emptiness. Her belly is wrapped in shades of celadon, sparkles of azure flickering down her limbs as though planetary light was captured within crystals of ice. Mysterious watery markings curve over pinions, images playing amid wingsails -- a scattering of nonlinear forms that coalesce, forming shapes that disappear into the ether.
Ginger Ale Green Jezara
Rivulets of effervescent beryl descend, sparkling and gleaming, from a bowed spine of translucent emerald and vitreous sunbeam; such streams pour over curving flanks of fragile, seeping kelly -- all but blazing in a dazzling array of vibrant, ochre-embraced kiwi. Apple-fizzed torrents quiver in squelchy, dribbling brushstrokes along a sleek underbelly, damply ascending in a miasma of writhing honeydew-froth, which then ventures to trickle upwards along a dainty, serpentine neckline. Stubbed snout and wedged jaw are swirled with mingling currents of celadon and daffodil, whilst diminutive, gossamer pinions are predominantly coloured in a bubbling mist of watery grape-green. The ale enshrouded, petite green is, finally, adorned by a sparkling, crystalline tailtip and alabaster-drenched talons.
Ethereal Anne Gold Nelia
Red-gold like an eternal sunset graces the hide of this firelizard with vivid color, lit from within by a never-ending store of energy that quivers along the slender form as if in perpetual vibrant motion. Subtler aureate shades glow along her tiny neckridges of peaches and cream, like a young girl's complexion, while dreams pattern her haunches and shoulders in fanciful designs, whorls and curlicues that shift with each movement - racing thoughts that cannot be stilled by mortal hand. tiny tallons are irridescent, not of the earth, and match the opaque stretch of nacreous wingsails supported by gilded filigreed spars.
Greenyblue Dress
The color of a contented dragon's eye, this dress is by no means revealing. As Alina is not one to show skin more than necessary, the hemline and neckline are conservatively cut and yes, there are sleeves here, slightly billowy but still sleeves. The skirt's fabric appears to be light cotton, perfect for a Southern summer or spring.
Blood Red Dress
Rich, elegant silk makes up the entirety of this dress. Skirts billow only far enough to entice, not reveal even as gauzy fabric clings suggestively. Flowing uniformly blood scarlet, this dress appears as though it could be suited to high surroundings. Certainly not your average Gather gown.
Stormy Blue Dress
A shadow, foreboding and murkily ominous, hangs over fabric and wearer alike as created by this dress. The weaver responsible for this creation clearly had an excellent skill for capturing life's darker side, as the fury of Ista's sea storms reflects itself in riotous seafoam waves dyed across skirts and top alike. The only relief from the frightening uniform shading comes in a shower of pinprick flickers, near white motes dancing about neckline and wrists, lightning coursing across troubled skies.
Gather Blue Dress
Light and cheerfully airy, this dress swirls as its wearer moves, even the slightest twitch provoking a billow of baby blue skirts and fine cerulean lace. Wreathed in a myriad of tiny frills and fringes, the outfit conveys a childlike appearance from its short sleeves to the gently concealing cloud about its wearer's legs.
Rain's Mist White Dress
Clouds, clouds, everywhere. This dress is a study in the ethereal, cirrus formations captured within the subtly shifting clover white of an unusual base color. From the gentle curve of a conservative neckline, down the length of tapering sleeves and swirled over the billow of floor-length skirts, the shades of pale lily mutate: here purely snow, there darker ivory, in between a wisp of glistening pearl. Laced throughout the entirety of the unique fabric and stitched in the contrast of a faint shimmer against flower-white innocence are curlicew strands of elegant silver, delicate traceries outlining abstract patterns against the night sky.
Plain Yellow Dress
This dress is unremarkable, literally. From its unrevealing neckline to the length of it's skirt and to every straightly-stitched seam in between, it is the picture of practicality. Pale lily yellow and unpatterned by even the slightest hint of embroidery, it's only eye-catching for being so out of place with its wearer.
Pink Monstrosity Dress
This dress is nothing if not garishly bright. It's the sort of dress that would be visible in any crowd, much like it's wearer, only it's wearer is thankfully not as vividly *pink* as the dress itself. The entire affair is a mess of ragged frills and poofy skirts, sleeves ending at the elbows and bottom hem hanging just at the ankles both trimmed in white. Wherever Lina found this buried within the storeroom is anyone's guess.
Awful Purple Dress
Oh... my. This dress is plain in every respect, stitched of sturdy, everyday cloth and falling just to the middle of it's wearer's calves, sleeves ending at the elbows and neckline conservative enough not to draw attention. But why, oh why, is it so garishly, eye-poppingly *purple*? Dyed a vivid, nightmarish violet, it comes complete with frayed frills at the skirt's hem and tattered ruffles standing an inch out from each sleeve's end.
Puke Green Dress
Uuuurgh. That's what can most accurately be said about this dress. Droopy, floppy frills dangle limply from skirt, sleeves and neckline, moth-eaten lace decorates the hem and poofs out from the wrists, and some artistically inclined but fashion clueless soul has stitched a gaudy and *huge* flower onto the front. What's even worse is the fact that cloth flower, lace, frills and the dress itself are all what can only be called glaringly, horribly ugly puke green. This is the sort of dress that only a small child playing dress-up would normally appreciate.
Flower Print Dress
What a sight for sore eyes! Or a sight to make eyes sore, at the very least. This dress's base shade is a dark burnt-orangey color, bad enough on its own but made that much worse by the gaudy, bright butter yellow flower pattern printed all over it. And if that weren't enough, the outfit comes complete with a wide scarf, fringed in orange and yellow ribbons and dyed in the same print.
Fuchsia Dress
Oops. Maybe whoever made this dress had an accident with the dye? That isn't likely, though some might wish it were. The whole thing is garishly fuchsia, pinkish reddish purple from hem to hem. It hangs to slightly below its wearer's knees, and every inch of fabric that can be adorned has been... with wooden beads painted in the same awful shade. Yuck!
Lime Maroon Dress
Whoever created this dress must have slept straight through the class on color coordination. The cut of the outfit is fine, the bottom hem falling to just above the tops of it's wearer's feet and the sleeves barely brushing the elbows, the skirt billowing just slightly with movement. But why oh why did whoever sewed this dress use maroon and lime green for colors? The two... er... vivid opposites make up the ensemble in large squares, and if that weren't enough one lime and one maroon sandal adorn the wearer's feet. A large straw hat, it's wide brim festooned with brightly-colored feathers, completes the outfit and makes the double loop of shell necklace worn as jewelry look comparatively tame.
Lemon Dress
Ack! Bright does not even *begin* to describe this dress. It's been dyed a singular, unbroken shade, and for that one can either be grateful or revolted because that shade is an overbright, glaring lemon yellow. It's sleeves are long, the skirt falls to just above it's wearer's ankles and some *cough* not exactly fashion-conscious individual has stitched miniature bows all over it. Bow after bow after bow, all in the same eye-popping citrus hue--ouch, beware looking at this outfit too long. And if that weren't enough, the dress comes complete with raggedy shoes that probably came from the bottom of a long-forgotten basket in the storerooms somewhere, as bright as the dress they compliment and full of holes rather than bows. The straw hat perched on the wearer's head certainly has bows enough to make up for them though--the shoes weren't enough, apparently.
Red Mauve Dress
Shocking to say the least, this dress is a study in the most vividly scarlet shading ever to come out of a weaver's dye vat. From neckline to short sleeves to billowing calf-length skirt, it's been dyed a brilliant shade of red and adorned with gaudy, multi-string tassels along the bottom hem and sleeves' edges. And if that weren't enough, violently mauve sandals add to the outfit and a lightweight but nonetheless odd shawl in crimson and violet completes the ensemble.
Oatmeal Mustard Dress
Ugh. Some weaver must have made a mistake with the dye they used when they made this dress. From beige to brownish and back again, the entire thing is swirled in uneven, sloppy patterns that most closely resemble oatmeal. To add to the atrocious effect, the slight scoop of the neckline, the hem of the skirt and each of the short sleeves are trimmed in mustardy yellow frills. Let's hope whichever weaver made this had an adjustment in color sense.
Puce Dress
Ick, summarily. this dress is the sort of outfit that only a little playing an elaborate game of dress-up or an old auntie without the sight to recognize a horrid color could appreciate. From neckline to sleeve ends to skirt hem, the thing is a vivid shade of *puce*. And as if that weren't enough, it sports row upon row of poofy, gaudy frills. The dress itself falls to the ankles of its wearer, revealing nothing... but that means there's that much more awful-colored fabric involved. Eew.
Blueberry Dress
Blue. Blue blue blue. This much is obvious from no short distance off. This particular dress is a splotchy shade of purply, dark berry juice, lighter in patches and darker in others. It looks, if nothing else, like someone did an uneven but well-meant dye job on this piece of cloth and the seamstress decided to use it anyway. Forgive the poofy floofy frill around the bottom hem, and those battered powder blue sandals on the wearer's feet. And that strand of bright purple seaweed necklace she's wearing, woven strands of bright plantlife? Forgivable, really.
Orange Dress
Eye-catching is a definite understatement when describing this particular dress. Falling to its wearer's mid calves and festooned with countless dangling ribbons just about everywhere ribbons could be stitched, the skirt is trimmed with gaudy, frilly lace and each sleeve billows ridiculously at the wrist. And to top everything else off, the entire affair is a glaring shade of blaze orange. Oh dear.
Lime Dress
Eek! whoever stitched this dress together obviously knew how to sew, but had no color sense whatsoever. The sleeves, front and back of the thing are a bright shade of lime green, but each of the sleeves, the hem of the skirt and the neckline are trimmed in gasp! ack! shocking pink. Oh dear. And if that weren't enough, the dress has come with a pair of wherhide boots that reach almost to their wearer's knees... and are they really white? Extremely pale, anyway. One is laced with a lime green ribbon, the other with a glaring pink one. Eeee!
Grey Dress
this dress is not eye-catching in the sense of vibrant dyes and shocking colors. If anything, it's visible for it's lack of brightness. It's overall a pale grey, patched here and there with lighter and darker spots likely blamed on Turns in the stores. The mottling effect does nothing for it's appearance; it looks more like something an old auntie would wear than anything. It's bottom hem falls to it's wearer's ankles, and the sleeves dangle over wrists and hands, hiding them from view.