Weyrwoman Teslin of gold Tymarath

Almost able to be mistaken for a young boy, Teslin is barely over 5 feet, with short ash blond hair that falls to her chin. Her features and gaunt and sharp, her eyes as dark as almonds. She is compact and wiry of muscle, with scars crisscrossing her back and arms.

Teslin was born to a holdless caravan, just one of many. She had a myriad of brothers and sisters, and there was nothing special to pick her out among the other caravan children. She was raised to that craft, and learned how to make everything she would ever need. She was essentially self suficient by the time she was seven, well aware of how to survive on her own should she ever have to. She kenw what plants were edible, and how to find water. But all of her knowledge was precautionary. It was doubted she would ever need it. But when she was nine, the caravan was caught by an unexpected bandit attack in High Reaches area. Teslin had been out looking for food, and had no idea of what had happened. Only a handful of the caravan survived, and they ran for what cover they could find, abandoning the wagons.

When Teslin returned to the caravan, all she found were the bodies of those who had fallen. Including most of her family. She took what she could salvage and comfortably carry, and set off. But she didn't know where to go, or what to do. She knew no life but that of a holdless, and she had been brought up to be wary of holders and craftsmen. And she was now personally resentful and distrustful of dragonriders.

So she became a thief. She stole, usually frequenting gathers to lighten a few pockets. She became quite good at what she did, but never accepted offers of partnership. Eventually, times became hard. In a daring mood, she slipped into High Reaches Weyr to attempt to lift some food. She took a bit more then just food, including a firelizard egg. She was caught, and the weyr leaders weren' sure what to do with her. She had no craft, and no family. It seemed the best position for her was drudge. But accoding to their searchdragons, the girl had potential. They had plenty of candidates and no use for a wild girl. No one wanted to deal with her, but they couldn't turn her out. They decided there was nothing to do but keep her as a candidate.

Teslin spent weeks debating whether or not she should run. By that time she had made the closest things to friends she'd ever had. And then the eggs hatched. Teslin was a bit horrified at the hatching, and hoped she wouldn't be chosen. And then the queen hatched, and spoke in Teslins mind. The girl ran, and the gold followed, wounding candidates in the process. Teslin was a sobbing ball crouched on the sands before she accepted the bond.

The bond was a deep one, but misinterperted. She found in Tymarath what she had never had before, a companion who loved her unconditionally and completely. She retreated into herself, or so it seemed. The weyrleaders, once she had entered her final stages of training, sent her south to Storm Fires, where they beleived she could be handled better.

At Storm Fires, Teslin was in for a surprise. She had been told she was to complete her weyrling training there. But, Vena, the dying weyrwoman, named Teslin her successor...