Xanadu Weyr

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Esiae
Approx. 17 Turns
Dirty Blonde
Golden Brown
Sonyxaeth

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Esi
Weyrling/Harper Apprentice
Composition/Theatrics/Instrument Making
Ista Hold
Pulsar

Description - History - Family - Tidbits - Dragon - Pets - Quotes -

Well, shoot. Someone's gone and tamed the Pirate Princess. Where twigs and brambles once snarled a six-turn-old-Esiae's hair and clothing beyond recognition, there's now a skinny young girl trying to become a woman. Long, dirty-blonde hair falls in a cascade of slight curls, occasionally bound back in a casual braid. The rest of her seems a bit… gaunt in comparison to the long, flowing locks, really. Hollow cheeks seem to be filling out nicely, but the rest of her is thin and wiry, the all-sinew build of someone that lived only off what they could catch for some time. This perhaps explains the half-wild flicker behind bright brown eyes, and the occasional hard purse of otherwise full lips.

A mother's hand has had a fair share in trying to conceal the majority of that, at least. Dresses and tunics have been carefully coordinated to give her hard angles a softer aura, belted high around the ribs instead of accentuating a skinny waist. If worn, her pants are baggy and tucked into heavy boots. Dark colors are avoided in favor of warm, happy ambers, blues, and greens, that somehow manage to make up for whatever they lack in the fancy department. Esi's still a little too rough-and-tumble to really deserve 'nice things.'

Esiae's childhood may have been unremarkable to some, her being the fourth child of a rather strange family to begin with, but she made it out to be much more. The Pirate Princess of Ista Hold, that's what she was, scrambling across the deck of her father's ship from the moment she developed sea legs. No journey was too far, no treasure too mundane! A box at her bedside was filled with feathers, shiny rocks, and collected flora from all of Pern (which she, of course, ruled). She was often caught below-decks, 'interrogating' bovine prisoners as to their crimes, or swashbuckling across the poop deck with a stick she had picked up from the last harbor. Anything with a bit of shine to it was hers, and the crew of the 'Quinto' knew it - to withhold something she wanted was to face the prankful revenge of the Dread Pirate Princess Esi.

It's not to say her family didn't /try/ to reason with her - indeed, her mother is a very docile soul, and her older sister couldn't be more serious and bor-ing if she tried - but the masculine members of her family were only /too/ willing to buy into her schemes and stories, encouraging her via participation. Her early teen years saw her formulating more daring adventures, bribing the hold's visiting riders into taking her flying. The young, recently-graduated boys were especially prone to giving in to batting eyes and a pouty mouth, so she usually targeted them, to much success. Thus she became the Dread Pirate Princess Esi, Conqueror of Land, Sky, and Sea.

Some very smart person along the way noticed Esiae's gift for tale-spinning and put it to good use, conning— er, conVINCING her to join the Harper craft. There, she blossomed, flying through studies like a bat out of… well, something. Composition quickly became her favorite subcraft, with theatrics and instrument making coming in as close seconds. While being tethered to the crafthall rather limited the breadth of her adventures, it was another jack to add to her trades, and Esiae soon pronounced herself Dread Pirate Princess, Feared of Hold and Hall, Conqueror of Land, Sky, and Sea.

Unfortunately, her next great adventure was to be something more of an ordeal than initially conceived. Alzanbri, who had fostered with her family for several years previously, appeared out of nowhere describing a magical place yearning to be discovered out in the wilds. A week's trip, he promised, only enough time to get in trouble (something they were both assuredly familiar with), but not disowned. It was too good for Esi to pass up, and after stashing her belongings and pilfering some food from the kitchens, they were off! … For two and a half months. Lost good and proper, the children somehow stumbled upon an old ruin, perhaps an abandoned weyr of the ancients, and took up shelter there. Food was decidedly inabundant, but they made do, living off the dry earth and a nearby winding river. It was a fantastic lesson in growing up, though; by the time a patrolling wing finally spied the gaunt pair of teens in the middle of nowhere, Esiae was simply that: Esiae.

The next several weeks were filled with the rejoicing of worried families, concern over their general states of being, and eventually for Esiae, a move south to Xanadu. It's impossible to tell whether this was her idea, or her family's, but it was decided that it would be best if she was allowed to stay with Alzanbri and his family at the beachside weyr until she returned to herself and felt like moving back to Ista Hold or her crafthall… But for now, she needs time, a complete change of scenery, and the boy that kept her sane while they were lost.

"Small minds discuss people, hasn't anyone heard that phrase before?" — This Ends Badly
Esiae stills for the feline's growl, but then she's throwing it back in its face, lips parting in an impressive snarl so she can scream right back. Is insanity airborne and contagious within seconds…? — The Great Egg Caper!
"Can I like… borrow him? … Cause I know a few people that could use a lethal biting." — The Great Egg Caper!
"Okiedokies, Matrin! You win!" She sets off at a literal run, a nigh-on wicked cackle floating back through the caverns. "And by win I mean looooooose!" — Tricked!