Ehishanya and Gesporth

Laying on my cot in the apprentice barracks an idea came to me. Leaping from my cot, I reached hurriedly to grab my paints and canvas from under me, startling Okovie who had been resting on my chest. Grabbing a stub of pencil, I quickly outlined the basic form of my newest painting. Chirping curiously and circling over my head, Okovie expressed his interest. Irritated by his childish behavior, I swatted irritated at him with my brush. Pausing only momentarily to readjust my hold on the stub. Finishing my rough sketch, I held it out to examine the quality of my work, and finding it satisfactory, moved to sit cross-legged on my cot, my paints arranged in front of me. Taking the brush that had been tucked behind my ear, I dipped it in the nearest container, black. With long sweeping strokes, I filled a corner of the canvas with the dark liquid, and with much practiced precision and haste, cleaned my brush. Seeing the stillness of my shoulder, Oko thought this an invitation, and upon trying to land on my left shoulder, promptly found himself grappling for a hold as he was jarred loose. Dipping my brush into another color, I watched in amazement as moved the brush back and forth, creating a beautiful work. Suddenly, my shoulder was again jarred, as Oko landed, pushing the brush in my hand along the canvas, leaving a long dark line.

Screaming in outrage, I turned to strike the little beast, but he flicked between just before my paintbrush would have surely have shattered his tiny skull. Realizing the harm that could have been caused by my action, I fell, crying to my bed. Moaning my remorse, and self-pity I wished I had more control over my temper. I had seen others deal with a much more angering situation and not even raise a finger in anger. Yet I had almost struck her beautiful blue down in the fury of the moment. Wiping the tears from my eyes with my dirty tunic, I returned to painting, and upon finishing it, signed it, eh. Feeling quite proud of myself for finishing a new work, I looked up to see the sun nearly at zenith, and with a jolt realized I was late for a rehearsal of the theater hall's most resent production.

Running as fast as I could, I reached the large open area that was home to the halls theater when I ran strait into a large green mass, blocking my way.

"I see you have met Irrawath," A voice chirruped cheerfully. "Forgive me, I am Cerlayn rider of green Irrawath, we are riding on search for Tarizal Weyr," frowning, and looking at me for a second, her eyes glazed over as she spoke to her dragon. "Irrawath believes you might have what it takes to be a candidate, would you be willing to come back to Tarizal Weyr with us and stand?"

Stammering uncharacteristically for someone so used to public speaking, I muttered a reply. "You really should ask the master in charge of my training, but I would be willing to. I have heard that many an artist has become famous in a Weyr, painting the wings upon wings of dragons."

"Good then, go and gather your belongings, we will leave as soon as you are ready."

Trooping obediently off, I wondered just what color of green I could use to paint a portrait of that brilliant jade hide.

Oh Gespie! You are such a silly little dragon! Ehishanya giggled as Okovie flew circles around Gesporth's head. While Gesporth desperately tried to follow his movement with his eyes, turning his head on all sorts of weird angles. Landing on the top of Gespoth's head, Okovie was startled when Gesporth sighed, sending the firelizard flying.

I am no longer so small. I have finally grown into my wings, and I no longer look like a plucked wherry Gesporth stated smugly.

No you aren't, you have grown into a big beautiful blue, and I love you! She blew kisses at the blue. Now what were you going to tell me??

Have you know? Who did you find, oh great, wise, wonderful, beautiful, intelligent, gorgeous....

Stopping, Ehishanya looked up into her dragon's whirling eyes startled by her dragons vehemence.

Rising early Gesporth wondered what his rider would think of his new interest, he had yet to tell his rider that Arlath was due to rise, or that she had a very independent female rider. Seeing Ehishanya stir in her sleep Gesporth quieted his thoughts of Arlath and the surrounding issues and began projecting soothing thoughts of pleasant dreams. A slight grumble in an empty stomach stirred Gesporth to fly to the feeding grounds, where he disposed of several beasts before returning to a conscious but still drowsy rider. With an excited note in his mental voice he reminded his rider that today she was to meet Arlath.

I know we are meeting Arlath today Gespie, but please let me have some time to get ready first.

With that Ehishanya turned on her heal and marched some-what groggily to get dressed.

Of course I would! Ehishanya replied tersely annoyed at her dragon's lack of patience. What is so special about this Arlath that you think she would disprove so much about us being late?

Rushing the rest of her morning routine, Ehishanya mounted and without waiting Gesporth launched into the air, with a powerful down sweep he cleared the edge of their weyr, and within a few strokes of his wings, disappeared /between/.

Reappearing over Andromeda Weyr, Gesporth started a gentle downward spiral to the feeding grounds, where he had identified Arlath. Landing gently, he crouched so his rider could dismount then greeted Arlath warmly.

Sliding off Gesporth's side, Ehishanya stared at the green dragon that could only be Arlath. Landing roughly on the ground she watched as a young woman, no more then 20 turns, approached, her curly gold hair bouncing.

"You must be Ehishanya, I'm pleased to meet you, Arlath has told me so much about you." She smiled, her emerald green eyes sparkling in the morning sun.

"H-h-h-ello," Ehishanya stumbled over her words, "I..Gesporth..." calming herself she continued. "What I meant to say was, Gesporth never told me your name...."

"Well then Lia, my name is Ehishanya. Most people find that is a bit of a mouthful so just call me Anya." She smiled back shyly.

From behind Surralia a small cheerful voice cried out. "Mama! Mama! Is she here? Can I see her? Is she here with Gespie? Gespie! You sure are a pretty dragon." A short figure, appearing no older then 3, he came running up to Surralia, his flaming red hair almost glowing in the morning sun. Bright green eyes twinkling he reached up and Lia picked him up. "Shhh... Ori, you are likely to wake up the whole Weyr." Then to Ehishanya. "Anya, this is my son Oryon." Looking back down to her son, cuddled in her arms. "Ori, this is Ehishanya, Gesporth's rider."

Funny color? The short one should not talk about funny colors, look at the top of his head! It doesn't match the rest of him... Tell Lia that her son's head is malformed. She might want to have him checked by a healer.

Giggling Ehishanya repeated what Gesporth had thought. And watched as a smile slowly spread over Lia's face.

"Please tell Gesporth that Ori has never seen a blue dragon, that is why he thinks Gesporth looks funny. Ori is comparing Gesporth's color with Arlath's, anyone would think Gesporth looked funny if you told them that he and Arlath were the same." Lia explained, a serious look on her face.

Gespie is a very pretty color. Very complimentary to my own. Hearing Arlath's comment in her mind, Lia was startled, but refrained from telling Anya. Instead she turned to the young woman, four years her senior, and began a conversation.

They talked through the morning, and into the hazy afternoon. Ori listened carefully, as did the two dragons, both of them pleased by the growing friendship between the two. At the end of the day they agreed that they would like to visit again some time and with a promise to return Anya departed for Turquoise

She fancies my color, you and her rider get along well enough. And besides you wouldn't mind would you? A starry eyed dragon looked pleadingly at Ehishanya.

Don't you get it? I have heard the stories, dragon passion will do all sorts of things to a person. That's all well and fine if you are matched male to male, female to female. But we, you and me, we are...

We will find a solution that is acceptable to all parties, in the mean time, we have to go to Tarizal tomorrow. I have a flight to sign up for.

Exasperated by her dragon's stubborn nature Ehishanya stormed off, unwilling to accept the inevitability of her situation.

The mental retort she was expecting never came, leaving Ehishanya to ponder her unique situation. Laying in her small cot she stared at the ceiling of her small weyr. What to do? What to do? Drifting off she dreamed of dragons in flight.

Name:	Ehishanya (Anya)
Age:	24
Gender:	Female
Rank:	Apprenticed in the Theatercraft, Ehishanya is now a wingrider at Turquoise Weyr
Place of Birth:	Minor holding Hintalit beholden to Yernti Hold
Parents:	Father: Ehishian	Mother: Lyanya
Siblings:	Middle child of several assorted full and half bloods, her favorite is her sister Lyaela (18 turns) as they are closest in age
Physical Description:	Medium height (5'8"), with dark hair cropped short for easier management, her piercing hazel eyes seem somewhat disturbed, but speak of great genius. Her frame is also average, with the exception of her hands which appear abnormally delicate. Like the rest of her, her skin is a deep brown, matching well with her dark hair and eyes.
Emotional Description:	Ehishanya has been known to be inspirational, idealistic, and dramatic. She has a clever, deep mind and the talent to excel in highly inspirational lines. Her endeavors in the arts as a dramatist, writer, and artist have lead to her apprenticeship in the theatercraft, hall. She is instantly aware of any beauty in any form and is the most creative when inspired. She is expressive, and has an affectionate nature, responding quickly through her feelings, however she must guard against becoming possessive and overly jealous. She delights in mystery. Unfortunately, it is difficult for her to remain emotional stable, for she can easily swing into moods of depression and self-pity. Her quick temper can flare up suddenly and be over as suddenly, leaving her feeling very sorry for any suffering she caused.
	Gesporth has succeeded in curbing both Ehishanya's fiery temper and her irrational mood swings, although she still experiences both infrequently, Gesporth's subtle and soothing manner have contributed greatly to her stability. Gesporth is calm and collected, rarely feeling very strongly about much of anything, he has a pleasant demeanor and has successfully reduced the frequency, if not also the strength of Ehishanya's emotional outbursts.

Name:	Okovie
Color:	Blue
From:	Tarizal Weyr
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