Phyna of Gold Lutrath

[ladyweathervain]

Phyna of Gold Lutrath
"Some days will be better than others. Take them as they come because you don’t know when they’ll stop arriving."

BASICS
RETIRE INFO: Retire Both
GENDER: Cisfemale
PRONOUNS: She/Her
ORIENTATION: Bisexual Biromantic

BIRTHDATE: Spring 2704
AGE: 65 as of Late Fall 2769
LOCATION: High Reaches
OCCUPATION: Goldrider
WING:

APPEARANCE
EYES: Brown
HAIR: Brown but greying
HEIGHT AND BUILD: 5’6, stouter from age but still muscled
FULL APPEARANCE:

Phyna has been around the proverbial block, and has obtained many a scar on her path through life. But she maintains herself quite well, and remains a formidable looking woman, despite being shorter than most. She holds herself like a leader, as she’s had many turns to practice such a stance. Despite her intimidating posture, she still has a warmth to her gazes that will only cease in the face of impudent know it all riders and actual enemies. Her skin is naturally dark, and she keeps her long graying hair in a braid that she does every morning. Her clothes are all rough and well worn, and she saves all her ‘better’ clothes for when she can relax.

PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY:

Phyna has worked hard all her life. Her work ethic is never ending, as she always has to have something to do. Otherwise she’ll get bored and find something else to do, such as coach weyrlings or assist in the kitchens. Something, ANYTHING to keep her up and moving. This has served her well as a leader and Goldrider, but she’s found that it doesn’t help her in her twilight years. She doesn’t tire easily, but she tires easier than she has in the past. When she DOES finally feel the need to take a rest and put her feet up, she’s usually sat out in the sun to rest and stay warm as she enjoys the weyr she’s in.

She has absolutely no problem interacting with Candidates and find them to be a complete joy, even if they can be INCREDIBLY stupid. Her goal in the past was actually to be Candidatemaster before Lutrath had poked her snout into her life. While Phyna has had plenty of experience as a goldrider, and thus, a leader, she never was the type to try and be charismatic or charming. She was simply honest when she needed to be, and her bluntness has made her many friends and enemies.

HISTORY
FAMILY:
Father – Ulythin (Greenrider)
Mother – Haut (Greenrider)
Daughter - Reenha (Bluerider)
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: Samhine (Brownrider, Desceased)
BIRTHPLACE: Igen Weyr
HISTORY:

Phyna fancied herself completely unremarkable for the most part. She knew she wanted to get into dragonriding as soon as she was old enough to understand her parents’ jobs. Her parents had tried their damnedest to try and steer her elsewhere. They’d showed her all they could, all the trades that might interest her, perhaps a role earning plenty of Marks? No matter what they said, though, she had some simply set goals. Get a dragon, become Candidatemaster. That was all she truly wanted. That failing, life as a dragonrider at all was fine!

Ever since she was a freshfaced Candidate, she’d always wanted a green, much like her parents. Or, that failing, a reliable dragon that would help her defend her home with the rest of them. A friend, perhaps? She had many ideas of what she wanted from a dragon, that she never really considered what a dragon might want from her. And for a time, she though that perhaps she’d never have a chance. She stood for clutch after clutch. But not a single dragon, green or otherwise, so much as looked at her. It was heartbreaking, but she was determined. She felt she had a dragon that was waiting for her here. Maybe she was fooling herself, but it was what kept her head up.

She simply had no idea what lay in store.

25 turns old, and she was standing for her last Clutch. It was a tense time, and she’d been talking to others about options. Wherhandling was an appealing option out of many… but none of them appealed to her as much as dragons did, but still. They were options.

Only then did a gold dragon unceremoniously rock her from her deep thoughts with an annoyed headbutt.

The dragon in question, Lutrath, angrily demanded that she pay attention to her new partner, and to get some food in her! Phyna could only stare, gobsmacked, as she took her aside for feeding. The next few weeks were a mess, as she just… No, how did she have a gold Impress to her? That couldn’t be right! But it was. And despite their bickering and squabbling, they found that they understood each other well enough.

The pair would have plenty of time to grow into the shoes of a leader. Phyna wasn’t the leader ‘type’, as she simply did what she felt was correct at the time, with Lutrath either grudgingly agreeing or calling her stupid and to try thinking things through. The senior Weyrwoman and her gold would be a great help but time was not on their side. Upon Phyna's 35th nameday, the senior weyrwoman would announce her retirement. She'd stick around to make sure Phyna transitioned into the job well enough, but she'd be leaving the big decision making processes to Phyna and Lutrath.

The first few turns were... rough. Phyna was still herself, and though she had experience, she was still either unsure about her abilities or too sure about her abilities. The new senior weyrwoman and her dragon would often bicker and squabble, but they'd learned to respect one another enough to work out their differences and get their jobs done. Her honesty served her well, making her at least SEEM reliable to the riders she'd lead, and while Lutrath was was still the typical bratty queen, she'd learn what she could and could not demand from her fellow dragons and their riders.

Despite potential disaster and some initial misgivings, both would manage to weather through hardships and come out the other side just fine. But their real challenge was when they had to contend with Golre. Igen wasn’t front and center in the Interval War, but both Phyna and Lutrath would have to abandon their headlong means of leading and actually get advice from those who’d been through more Turns and more fights. It was about this time that she'd meet and fall in love with another rider, a brownrider named Samhine. They'd partner up, despite Lutrath's initial displeasure, and bear a child after a time. A daughter named Reenha, who was just as willful and headstrong as her parents.

Turns and Turns pass, with the pair managing to hold out for the most part. They didn’t have to deal with Golre and her mad dragon on the regular, but they still had to deal with her. And thankfully, they managed to outlast her and the war she and her gold brought. Both even had a nice flight over High Reaches once things had truly settled, where Lutrath was caught be a green, of all things. The eggs on the sands were (mostly) hers, and every single one was a male. An excellent showing that Lutrath was proud of. Even so, Samhine was lost to Threadfall, a sad day for Phyna, but an inevitability. They'd promised that they wouldn't stop living if one happened to drop dead in Threadfall. And so Phyna would carry on.

Around this point, however, they notice that, over time, gold dragon after gold dragon started to drop off the face of Pern. They all seem to die almost one after another, and frankly, neither Phyna nor Lutrath wanted to share the same fate. So they both agreed to a promise: keep their noses clean and heads down, and they should be fine. And the strategy, thankfully, worked.

It was at the ripe age of 65 that Phyna finally decided to retire.

She and her dragon had outlived so many other golds, and frankly, she wanted to rest. And despite Lutrath’s protests and threats, she decided to move to High Reaches. Of course, there had been bad times there, and she knew they were heavily in favor of chromatics. But she, frankly, didn’t care. She’d had good memories of High Reaches, post Golre, and she wanted to spend her twilight turns in the high mountains that held many a memory, good and bad.

[ladyweathervain]

Gold Lutrath



BASICS
NAME: Lutrath
BIRTHDATE Spring 2729
AGE: 40 as of Late Fall 2769

CLUTCHING
[Whers/Dragons only]
(please remove for non-clutching dragons!)

CLUTCHING: NO
RUNS/FLIGHTS: 0

APPEARANCE
LENGTH: 59 ft
HEIGHT: 13 ft
WINGSPAN: 88 ft
COLOR: Gold
HEX CODE: #E67F4B
FULL APPEARANCE:

Lutrath’s hide is a rose gold color, but she would adamantly deny that she’s rose anything. She’d describe herself as more of an orange color, with her main body being a darker shade than her wings. The insides of her wingsails are a paler gold than the rest of her body. The hide right behind her head, as well as the hide in her front paws are splattered with a more noticeable orange color, with her tail and hind paws fading away from orange gold to silver. She has a crescent moon on her flank, a noticeable mark on her form.

PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY:

Lutrath is a bit of a mixed bag. She’s strongly aligned with the dragons at her weyr, and is suspicious of outsiders for the most part. She’s a stubborn old queen who demands respect from those around her, as most would expect. As such, a change in scenery or routine is met with ornery contention and a distinct refusal to adjust. She can, in fact, adapt, as she’s always been able to in regards to changing times. But she’s quite set in her ways and unhappy having to try and be polite to strangers. She absolutely despises unfamiliar dragons, and will gladly interrogate strangers on who they are, what they want, and all that. However, she relies on Phyna to recall who these strangers are, or else she’s back to square one.

Once she feels comfortable, however, she can be downright kind and even caring about the problems of others. Anyone she considers a friend will be allowed to speak to her a lot more casually than most others would be. Still, her criteria for 'friend' can be unreasonably high to some.

She does, however, have a softer spot for humans. While she still is short tempered with them, she finds that her own opinions have been tainted by Phyna’s, and will generally TRY to have more patience for younger humans. Candidates annoy her, but she will allow them to be impudent and question her a little with significantly less threats of mauling.