At a Glance
Rider in Galaxy Wing
Cothold near Ressac Hold
Onrilsan (-1T, M, NPC)
Isaloni (-2T, F, NPC)
Sanrilo (-4T, M, NPC)
Tasril (-7T, M, NPC)
Moderately plain in adulthood, Tali doesnt much stand out from a crowd. Very much obviously a dragonrider, she is muscular and quite well-tanned, neither overweight nor terribly thin. Also average is her height — an even 5'6", not even slightly on the side of short or tall, just average. Her face is slightly heart-shaped, sporting dimples and a generally-smiling mouth already framed by laugh-lines. A moderate smatter of freckles across her cheekbones sets off bright, cheerful green-brown eyes, with mobile reddish eyebrows above. Her pixie haircut looks slightly odd with its tendency to curl up and be slightly frizzy, but it fits nicely beneath a riding helmet and doesn't get in her eyes when they're flying. Tawny-strawberry in color, the curly cut is likely a sun-paled shade of soft auburn, turned slightly gingery with prolonged exposure to the elements. When exposed, its evident that the freckles of the rider's face extend over most of her body; most prevalently, though, over her arms and shoulders.
Everyday and reliable, this well-loved outfit fits Tali like the frequent companion that it is. Khaki capri-trousers aren't exactly regulation dragonrider-wear, but they look comfortable, as does the simple sky-blue blouse that she wears; likely because it's one of her weyrmate's favorite colors. She is, at least, wearing boots befitting of her duty — tall and well-worn brown, they don't really match with her capris, but she doesn't seem to care. The knot carefully kept on a shoulder denotes her status as a bluerider of Xanadu Weyr.
Tali was born Riyontali to cotholders Ontasan and Rilisari, the oldest of five children the pair bore over the years. She wasn't much one for the life of a cotholder — for all that she enjoyed their position on the Sea of Azov, and for all that all of Pern has changed over the turns, females were still considered in a certain light in rural areas. With a mother who firmly believed that she ought to be sewing and cooking, and a father who didn't have much use for a daughter on his ships, she was mostly left to her own devices when she made herself more available to the Shepherd and Stablehands. At thirteen, she left home with a pair of friendly traders, bound for Xanadu Weyr. She never felt particularly bad about leaving home, content that her siblings could occupy her parents' time; and while it was a major adjustment, from Cothold to Weyr life, she managed it over the turns.
She stood twice as a barely-old-enough Candidate on the sands among making a cohesive group of friends who would be hers for a long time, little did she know, and finding love in the form of Rogawani, then-Messenger. Of course, when she found herself staring into the eyes of a very blue dragon who wasn't even slightly female, she was slightly confused, but as usual, she took it in stride. She was much less surprised by R'owan's Impression of Nyunath, though for the rest of the group of Candidates she'd befriended she was surprised by just how many had Impressed with them. Nonetheless, it was a pleasant surprise, and if her dragon hadn't been completely insane and accident-prone, or her family more pleased by her Impression, it would have been a perfectly wonderful Weyrlinghood for Tali. As it was, she was only happy to graduate, settle into life as a Weyrmated rider and a Search and Rescue rider.
Search and Rescue turned out to be perfect for her — between her knack for getting into trouble and Cidheoth's enjoyment of scaring the pants off of her, they managed to make their Wing life fascinating. Tali, for her part outside of her duties, enjoyed the task of keeping her Weyrmate on track as a Weyrleader, and then having him back to herself when Nyunath lost. Selfish? Possibly, but she also knew that her bronzerider wasn't much one for that, and enjoyed his messenger duties far more. It took ten whole turns for the usual Weyrmate condition to come to light: Ontali found herself pregnant, and it did take some getting used to. After all, she had never wanted anything to do with babies, so one of her own? R'owan's excitement won her over, in the end, and by the time their daughter was born, she was as ready as she was going to be to be a mother. Sure, other babies still made her shudder, but when they put her own in her arms? Well, R'owan was, at least, the only one to see that she may just have cried. She was determined to be a good mother, for all that it still scared the everloving Faranth out of her.