Candidate Kyllina

I stood, watching, with the blistering wind throwing hot embers and ash into my face. I gazed into the charred remains of my home and felt salty tears drip purposefully down my cheeks, mixing with the soot that stained my otherwise pale face. As I watched the last of the building crumble and succumb to the blazing inferno around it, my tear laden eyes welling up and sharing with my cheeks the pain of this night. The golden flames, beautiful despite their devastating effect, licked up the sides of the blackened stone wall. Burning. I felt heavily garbed hands turn me away from the devastation and I looked up disparagingly to see the kindly face of my mother, softhearted and sympathetic. Standing by my side as we watched our house go up in crimson flames. Turning away from the glow of the fire I buried myself in her enveloping warmth, taking comfort in the presence of my siblings and parents, knowing that I was not alone.

Just as night gave into the ever-present light of day, the crimson glow of the fire subsided overcome by the morning hues of violet, scarlet and ginger that crawled cautiously across the sky, welcoming a new day with promise of hope and new beginnings.

The wretched night was over, the fire vanquished and our hope of a new life born anew. The dawning sun’s golden rays slipped effortlessly over the horizon, lighting the world in a pristine and naive way, unaware of the troubles of the night. And even with the dawning, help arrived.

Our house had been small, containing very few possessions, most of our meager wealth had been invested in farm equipment: an ancient wooden plow and rickety wagon, as well as several bags of seeds for the spring planting had all been lost to the fires ravages. However I was overjoyed when I discovered Chrasin, our feline curled fearfully in a furrow far from our house. He had waited in the furrow for the duration of the fire and had escaped unscathed.

Many graciously volunteered their time and services to help us get back on our feet, and although we accepted their charity I know my mother detested taking what she had not rightfully earned. And although she wanted to refuse many of their offerings, we both knew that we would not have been able to rebuild our small hold to its former prosperity without the help of people who volunteered their time and energy to help us rebuild.

Included in the people who helped us rebuild our minor holding were several dragonriders who hailed from the surrounding area. One of which was a blue search rider from Tiamat Weyr who, after our immediate crisis was over, offered me a spot standing as a candidate for gold Bularith's clutch. My reaction was at first exhilaration at being offered such a life changing chance, and then concern for my family and guilt for leaving then during such hard times. However after much consideration and encouragement from my mother, I accepted the rider's offer and moved to Tiamat where I waited anxiously for the clutch to hatch.

Name:	Kyllina
Age:	19
Gender:	Female
Rank:	Apprentice to the journeywoman healer of the major hold that her parents' smaller hold is bound to Kyllina is now a Candidate at Tiamat Weyr
Place of Birth:	Minor holding Brineos Sea Hold beholden to Yernti Hold
Parents:	Father: Krysto	Mother: Lina
Siblings:	Kyllina is the youngest child of 4 full blood and other assorted half-blooded children in her family.
Physical Description:	Skinny and malnourished, with longish brown hair, dark skin, and peculiarly colored blue eyes,
Emotional Description:	Content with her life as the youngest daughter, contented to help her mother with chores and marry to whoever her parents deem worthy, because she knows nothing else. A fire in their small hold changed her life forever, scaring her emotionally and creating in her a healthy fear of fire. When a blue rider searches her after the disaster she in torn between loyalty to her family and new and unknown opportunities.

Name:	Chrasin
Color:	Male Tan Feline
From:	Turquoise Weyr
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