Deinha

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Bound and plaited, it's kept under fierce control -- if one ignores the wisps that slip out here and there, the too-short tendrils that are tucked primly behind her ears. The constantly tied hair leaves her face relatively unmasked, and actually tends to emphasize a faintly feline cheekbone structure, bringing out the wideness of blue eyes. Fair complexion (born of a life indoors) has given way to a light tan that makes the blue of her eyes seem just a little more pronounced. She's about average in height, perhaps a bit on the tall side. Despite her slight tan, the occasional blushes still stand out (rather prettily, some might say). Although limbs remain slender and deft, Deinha's chest remains a bit fuller with maternity.</div> <div>         Standard leathers have given way to something just a shade looser; added curves of recent pregnancy are nestled neatly in a tunic of soft fabric and neutral colors. Leathers of pre-pregnancy days have made their reappearance at last, as Deinha has regained her slender waist -- more or less. The jacket, though, is generally lacking, a softer coat tending to take its place.</div> <div>         On one shoulder perches a pristinely kept Starmount rider's knot, rank-tied for a Junior Weyrwoman: black, purple, and silver, with a ribbon of glittery gold twisted through.</div> <div>         Young, fresh, and radiant with motherhood, she is 22 Turns, 3 months, and 11 days old <I>(on 04-27-01)</I>. The typical air of eager, barely-reigned curiosity about the young woman has been oft-replaced of late with a variety of emotions, swaying from calmly maternal, to rather frazzled, to fancifully dreamy. Always, there's a loving tenderness for her little girl, her Ruona, and often a similar look for the bronzerider, clutchmate, and maybe-father, O'kano.</div> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> <IMG SRC="1af8a0e0.gif" border=0 width="394" height="14" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></div> <div> <B> <A NAME="personality_tidbits"><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="1x1.gif" HEIGHT="1" ALIGN="bottom" WIDTH="1" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0" ></A></B><B>Personality tidbits</B><FONT SIZE="2" COLOR="#000000" FACE="Arial" >: </FONT></div> <div>         She's got a soft voice (when speaking normally), and a soft-hearted personality. She never (or perhaps 'rarely' would be the better word...) hurts feelings intentionally. Deinha's very ... umm, shall we say ... naive? In many respects, at least. Holdbred, she grew up in Icevale Hold, an underground complex where many of the foodstuffs for Starmount Weyr are grown. See her background (below) for a sterling example of that innocence. Deinha'd never think the worst of someone until she sees it for herself largely because she would seldom think of doing such things. And if she wouldn't, why would anyone else...? (<I>Yeah. Right.</I>) Of course, she's also very serious about things, so she'll seriously consider whether the bad thing being said is or isn't true...She'd much rather see for herself than trust some low-level gossip. This aspect helps her deal with some people who might not normally be well-treated.</div> <div>         Okay, next aspect: studious and composed. Deinha's parents were fairly comfortable, financially. Which means they had time to worry about society. Which means Mother had time to lecture Deinha on how to hold her shoulders back, never be disrespectful, <I>never</I> have a wrinkled or dirtied outfit, and drink her klah without slurping. Rather than responding in an absolute rejection, as many repressed children do, Deinha simply took her mother's advice to heart. She still smooths out the occasional invisible wrinkle, and does seem to be always listening for a potential scolding, head tilted in a just-faintly subservient slant.</div> <div>         Since moving to Starmount and Impressing gold, graduating weyrlinghood, having a daughter, and finally moving in with the father, Deinha has matured considerably...in some ways. She's still fairly even-tempered and peace-seeking, but given the duties of being a Jr. as well as the identity of the man in her life, she's getting much better at speaking up about things she dislikes. She remains irrepressibly chatty and open, though caution forces her to keep quiet at times, and generally warm-hearted. Motherhood agrees with her, perhaps not surprisingly.</div> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> <IMG SRC="1af8a0e0.gif" border=0 width="394" height="14" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></div> <div> <B> <A NAME="her_background"><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="1x1.gif" HEIGHT="1" ALIGN="bottom" WIDTH="1" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0" ></A></B><B>Her Background</B><FONT SIZE="2" COLOR="#000000" FACE="Arial" >: </FONT></div> <div>         Born in Icevale to, well, holders, she grew up in ... not affluence, but comfort. For a Pernese family, hers was pretty well off, as her father as much organized others in producing food as worked heavy stuff himself. So it is that she was promised to the son of a similarly well-off family that traded from a Whiterun base. And, contrary to many young women, she was quite happy with their pick. He was three turns older, handsome, charming ... a dream, really. And he was always very nice to her as well.</div> <div>         So, content with her betrothal, the girl set about making the earliest preparations. To include a visit with a distant cousin, Aewen, at Starmount Weyr, while she got fitted for a perfect dress for the handfasting ceremony. Of course, she was blessedly oblivious to the fact that Valien, her betrothed, was actually not so patently in love with her as she (thought she) was with him. Imagine the poor girl's surprise when she goes to visit him, thinking to ask whether she might Stand as a candidate to the current clutch (as R'ken's lifemate had so kindly requested), and finds him in a ... compromising situation. After all, she was thinking they could simply put the Handfasting preparations on hold while she gained this exciting and once-in-a-lifetime new experience. Or, perhaps, they'd simply weyrmate, rather than handfasting. And she found him with...with ... some other woman! A surprised Deinha fled the room, begged R'ken to hurry back to Starmount, and then spent a long time talking it over with the brownrider. Thank goodness she's level-headed enough to try to make sense of it, and not blame herself, but...it still hurt. A lot.</div> <div>         So, the girl threw herself into Candidacy. She couldn't quite face her parents just yet, so she tried to ignore feelings that she was being a coward, and the hurt feelings, and just ... work. Work. Work. A message was sent by firelizard to her parents, telling them of Valien's betrayal, and of her decision to Stand. However, if Deinha received any response, she certainly didn't tell anyone. Not even her cousin got word of their response. No, Deinha was decidedly quiet about the whole affair, perhaps out of shame. For a very open and talkative girl, it might be considered odd that she didn't offer the details of the situation to any of her new friends and fellow candidates. In fact, she seemed to push the whole situation aside, as if it never was.</div> <div>         And then came "The Day." Or night, as it happens. Sometime around 2:30 AM, the Candidates were woken. Some strange urge prompted the WLM and Assts. to pull 'em all out for one last look at the eggs. And then, that urge became something more, as a great shaking and humming filled the Weyr grounds. It was ... time. Candidates lined up in pairs and went to the Sands. Nervous, excited, and curious, Deinha made her bow, shifted in the candidate can-can of hot sands, and watched in awe as a brown hatched. And then others. And then.... a gold. A beautiful, peachy gold dragonet -- nevermind the overlarge wings, which Puokano made sure to criticize. Deinha continued glancing now and then as other dragonets hatched, and as a friend Impressed, but her eyes never lingered far from this Morning Glory Gold Hatchling. And then, much to her dazed amazement, she found a pair of whirling eyes looking back at her -- those of .....her darling lifemate, her Sebayeth.</div> <div>         Weyrlinghood was an adventure of sorts for the very surprised, very pleased young woman. She would soon be learning all about what it meant to live in a world very different from Icevale. Lessons, of course, ranged from boring to fascinating, to shocking -- and throughout, she had Sebayeth to enjoy. Seb took on the role of student, for a time, being quite the responsibility when just a young thing, but soon came to slide well into the role of teacher, herself, tending to lend just the subtly different perspective Dei would need. Friendships from candidacy remained, and some new ones forged as well. And time led towards senior status and the first green flights, and a jumble of other frustratingly embarrassing times as each pair moved steadily toward graduation.</div> <div>         One friendship, in particular, was formed with a young and arrogant man, son of Lord Boll. Puokano, now O'kano, now Puo. Persistence, and perhaps the fact that few others would even tolerate the boy's company, coaxed him into speech late at night, in the middle of chores, and at other times they happened upon each other, until such happenstance gave way to intentional meetings. Why? There's the big debate. Deinha hasn't admitted to anyone her initial reason for patience with the bratling boy: attraction, pure and physical. Isn't that a trick? She, so often seen as disgustingly kind to follow after him, was in part following nothing more than her eyes. Not, least one be confused, that Dei would ever have admitted this, even to herself. And true, she felt some sympathy for the bronzerider; he had few friends, and goodness knows Deinha wasn't one to believe it could just be that he was honestly prickly and rude at heart. Both shared the shock of fighting against the morals of a looser place. And, she was intrigued. Curiosity, sympathy, and attraction: what better reason to provoke pursuit. So, unthinkingly, Dei sought him out where she could.</div> <bR> </td> </tr></table></body>