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Maubrinda, Fort Weyr Washerwoman

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Maubrinda, Fort Weyr Washerwoman

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"Sometimes I feel like throwing in the towel but that would only mean more laundry for me!"

BASICS

NAME: Maubrinda
GENDER: Female
PRONOUNS: She/her/hers
ORIENTATION: Heterosexual

BIRTHDATE: Spring 2725
AGE: 47 as of Fall 2772
LOCATION: Fort Weyr
OCCUPATION: Washerwoman

APPEARANCE
EYES: Brown
HAIR: Brown, streaked through with grey, pulled into a prim bun most of the time.
HEIGHT AND BUILD: On the shorter side of Pernese women at 5'6", Maub is a woman of heft, possibly described as "buxom" or "huggable".
PLAY-BY: Image from Artbreeder
FULL APPEARANCE: Maubrinda is a washerwoman of Fort Weyr, a woman in her late forties who looks as though she's survived every day of it gloriously. Her hair is a riotous mass of curls when loose (in part due to the humidity she works around) and so it rarely is left to its own devices, instead being pulled back into a high, tight bun. She is not a woman of wealth, nor is her husband any kind of impressive, and so most of her clothes and those of her family are drab and plain, but she takes care to mend them and keep them tidy and presentable. She is an individual who is strong and hardworking, but is also predisposed to keeping some weight on her.

PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY: Maubrinda did her time as a youth, awe- and lovestruck by the dragons. Now, she's a working woman with a family, one she loves dearly but in a very different way than the way she loved (and loves) the dragons that protect them. She understands very well that whatever anyone outside- or inside- the weyrs might think, it is the weyrfolk who keep the whole great institution running. Can you image a Weyrwoman washing her own sheets? Or a wing of dragonriders fresh from Threadfall trying to wash the soot and ash out of the soft pieces of their uniforms and their dragons' gear?! No, there is far too much for dragonriders to do, and plenty of people to do the menial tasks so they can go about important business. She's one of those people, her parents were those people, her children will likely be those people. She believes firmly that all must do their duty to the Weyr, and woe take those who think to get between her and her duty. And also those who make unnecessary messes, she has more important things to wash than some fool's dirty pants!

When not engaged in work, Maubrinda spends most of her time with her family in their communal weyr. She tends to her children and those of her sister, supervising them as they go about various activities and occasionally helping to look out for the communal creche of weyrbrats. Her days of romping with dragonriders are over, and her brief hours of personal free time are usually spent in a chair on a ledge, pipe in hand, watching dragons fly.

Her devotion to her Weyr has come with a side effect, especially given the events of recent years: she has little to no respect for folk outside of Fort Weyr. Her father and husband are the rare exceptions, those willing to devote themselves to the Weyr once they'd seen the truth of their importance. Those from the Holds or Crafthalls have no sense of what it takes to be part of a weyr- how can they? They wake with foolish things like the sun or the ruckus of common whers, not the melodious bugling of dragoncalls. Even her fervent appreciation for dragons cannot overcome the distrust she has of the riders from other weyrs: there has been too much betrayal and death for her to believe that anyone from outside of her home has truly good intentions. Within Fort, there is chaos and tragedy, but how can there not be, when other weyrs plot kidnappings and murder? The new weyr in the south has allied itself with *pirates* of all things! No, those beyond Fort's caverns are not to be trusted, not even (or perhaps especially not) Searched Candidates. She will do anything in her (admittedly limited) power to keep fools from beyond the Weyr from interfering with Weyr matters...

HISTORY
TW: Pregnancy, death, death of a child mentioned briefly
FAMILY: Husband, and two children: Trevidra, age 8, and Maubryn, age 4; Older sister: Gabritta, 52; Sister's weyrmate: Obmond, 51; Niephlings: Sapprietta, 13/ Davvinot, 11/ Marshalin, 10/ Kallienne, 7/ Mongabby, 3.
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: Weyrmate and husband Trevyn, 49
BIRTHPLACE: Fort Weyr, born and raised.
HISTORY: Maubrinda's mother, Dallia, was a 24-Turn-old weyrbred Candidate before meeting her father, 26-Turn-old Journeyman Woodsmith Nyoll, at a Gather. With love in their hearts, they "wed" quickly, and Dallia aged out of Candidacy while pregnant with their first child. She became an Apprentice Weavercrafter, studying under a Journeyman residing at the Weyr. A couple short Turns after the birth of their first child, a boy, Dallia gave birth to their first daughter, Gabritta, and five Turns after that gave birth to Maubrinda herself. Sadly, two Turns after her birth, her brother fell victim to a tragic accident and passed away.

Maubrinda and her sister had somewhat less freedom than the other children of the weyr as their parents were more protective due to their loss. The girls were kept close to one parent or the other throughout the day as they grew up, a process that would certainly lend itself to the girls pursuing their parents' Crafts if that was what they wished. But much like most children, they weren't really all that interested in following their parents' footsteps. They wanted to ride dragons! Whenever they had the opportunity, they loved to join the other children in helping to bathe or oil the dragons of the weyr, and they would often whisper to each other at night afterwards of their fervent hope that the dragons would speak to them.

Of course, Gabritta as the older sister reached the lower limit of Candidacy first, and the sisters waited for the fateful day when a dragon would chose her to be its rider. But as Gabritta started a reluctant Apprenticeship with their father, studying the ins and outs of woodworking... The day never came. Gabritta changed her mind, abandoning Woodsmithing to learn the classic art of cooking, and Maubrinda reached the age of Candidacy herself. The sisters stood on the Sands together and watched as the dragonets passed them by Turn after Turn, many times for Candidates not even from the Weyr, and their hearts grew heavy.

Maubrinda's sister found her niche in the kitchens as she came of age, learning the subtle arts of pulling flavors together into hearty, filling meals for the Weyr. Maubrinda, having found Woodsmithing boring, Weavercraft tedious, and Tailorcraft far too precise for her tastes, began taking up odd positions around the Weyr. Part trying to expose herself to as many experiences as possible in hopes of being chosen, part trying to find her own way with the dream of a dragon of her own slipping away, she volunteered with the healers for a season in her 19th Turn.

Thread fell. Riders and their dragons were injured. And there in the infirmary, as an untrained volunteer, one thing was drilled into her over and over again: keep the linens clean! Hot water was a necessity, for even when soap was in short supply hot water could get dirt out of clothes and wounds. Bandages would be soaked in hot water to keep them clean and pliable, bed linens soaked in blood and covered in soot had to be stripped regularly and sent to be washed, and fresh linens always needed to be available. A clean sheet was a victory for the healers of riders but was a bandage for a wounded dragon and so there was a constant flow of laundry that direction as well. After one particularly long late-night Threadfall, linens were in short supply and she found herself fleeing the Infirmary in favor of joining the washerfolk in the caverns, running stone and wood for fires and buckets of water to and fro- At one point she was simply handed a ball of lye and steered to a full tub of soot- and bloodstained clothes peeled from the riders she so admired as they fell into the infirmary from the sky, and so she scrubbed and rinsed and scrubbed again, heedless of the stinging in her skin or her eyes as she joined this unglamorous but vital step in maintaining a functioning Weyr. Stumbling back to her bed in the early morning, exhausted but utterly satisfied, her sister waking to start breakfast stopped her with a hand on her arm and said, "The thanks will be few and far between, but such work will never not be needed, and it will always, always be worth it." And so the Weyrborn, Craftbred sisters found their paths in occupations desperately needed for the success of any Hold, Hall, or Weyr and quietly let their dreams of riding dragons go, as so many had done before them and would do after them.

Turns passed. Maub, as she came to be called by those familiar with her, had brief and entertaining times with various individuals including some dragonriders, but never found someone she wanted to spend all her time and Turns with. Until she met Trevyn, that is! Trevyn came to the Weyr when Maub was 32 as part of a caravan delivering herdbeasts to the Weyr, and ended up seeking out the washerfolk after tripping into something unpleasant in the line of duty. Trevyn was immediately besotted with the no-nonsense woman chewing him out for bringing her something so trivial to clean, especially when two days later he was witness to the force of will that is 'Maub on a Mission' delivering clean linens to the dragonhealers during and after a Threadfall. He made his way to the Weyr Herdmaster, asked for permission to remain at the Weyr as a herder, began the slow process of wooing the fierce Maubrinda. It was a long and hard road, with how she was opposed to those from outside the Weyr, but he was willing to put in the work.

Gabritta finally settled down with fellow cook Obmond and rather immediately set to the task of supplying the pair of them with offspring. Maub entertained herself first with her niece, and then her nephew, and found herself softening to the idea of a permanent weyrmate and a brood of her own. Amidst the chaos over the Blended Curse clutch, she allowed Trevyn to move into the weyr she called home and their life together began. After a Turn of learning what some of the traditions beyond the Weyr look like, she even married him in a charming little ceremony around 9 Turns ago, nearly 6 full Turns after they'd first met.

The first time a Bronze Impressed to a woman, Maub was shocked. The appearance of the first Garnet left her reeling. It was nonsense, wasn't it? Bronzes Impressed to men, that was how it always had been! Any dragon not a normal color was a White, and a freak at that. Unnatural it was, all of it. But, well... It was the place of the Weyrleaders to decide what dragons belonged in a Weyr and what didn't, not hers. And whatever they may think of the dragon's choice in rider, it was still the dragon's choice, wasn't it? And when Maub gave birth to a daughter for her firstborn child and held her in her arms, the wave of love and joy that swept over her was followed by a faint, beautiful echo that perhaps her daughter could truly be anything she wished.

In the chaos of the past 10 Turns, Maub has focused on keeping her head down and tending to her growing family. The plague of 2764 claimed both of her parents. Her continued close association with the Healers of the Weyr keeps her well-informed, but at the end of the day there is simply only so much for a washerwoman to do to help the Weyr at large. She puts her energy into keeping all things to do with her position in order and is considering making a bid for Head Washerwoman now that Tuckal and Serapheth seem to have outgrown their madness.
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BASICS

NAME: Baby
BIRTHDATE Fall 2772
AGE: 0 as of 2772

APPEARANCE
COLOR: Gold
FULL APPEARANCE: A mottled, kinda splotchy gold baby

PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY: Though her name started as a running joke between her handler and handler's husband, the name stuck as it suited her personality wonderfully! Baby loves to be babied, preferring to be carried in a sling and fed by hand, accepting the worship that is her due as a gold.
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