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 Posted: Sun Aug 27, 2006 7:05 pm
Lillianna Songmaster
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Dragon: Green Sandeth
Location: Weyrling barracks
Previous Occupation:Journeyman harper
Flits: Green Apryl, Brown Natan- both trained to carry messages, to warble along as Lillianna sang, or to fetch her items.
Appearance: Lillianna has short chin-length, brown, wavy hair, hazel eyes that change color according to her moods-from deep chocolate brown to completely brilliant vermillion. Her voice is soft alto, lower, but tantilizingly sweet. She can achieve volume when nessecary, but rarely raises her voice. Her skin is tanned bronze, from swimming in the ocean, and her hands have numerous scars from chisel nicks, scrapes, and other minor accidents that occured while crafting instuments.
She generally wears whatever she can grab in the morning, pants and a shirt, with a half-apron full of pockets for her odds and ends.
Personality: Starting off shy when she first arrived at the Harper Hall, she has since lost much of her shyness to be somewhat outgoing, social events planner, and a good, loyal friend. She is hard to provoke to anger, being the first to try to find the good in a person, and always willing to listen to somebody's problems.
Dragon's personality: Sandeth has a strange sense of humor, liking to startle her rider, or anyone else who happens to walk by. This keeps Lilliana on her toes. She tends to be a bit of a prankster, offsetting Lillianna's rather serious behaviour. The two make a pair well suited to each other. They balance each other.
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Posted: Sat Oct 21, 2006 5:41 pm
I guess this is just to keep myself updated in the weyr.
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Posted: Tue Dec 12, 2006 8:13 pm
 This is kinda how I pictured a green dragon to look..
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Posted: Tue Feb 27, 2007 7:34 pm
I wonder if anyone is still alive in the weyr.. it seems kinda dead..
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2011 8:15 pm
It was a quiet morning her Weyr. Lillianna stretched, her spine popping and cracking like snapping twigs. The day began like most days, with a quick bath, then waking up her prankster dragon.
She always had to be on her guard when she was around Sandeth, Lillianna never knew what was going to drop on her from overhead...
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Posted: Sat Jan 02, 2016 8:07 pm
Eerie silence drifts through the weyr. As she stretched, her fire lizards stretched with her. The quiet was deafening. After she got dressed, she began to wander the weyr tunnels. Every where she looked, it was if people left in the middle of tasks- fires gone to ashes, with cooking pots still hung, bread dough collapsed in lumps, discarded armor all over the Wingleaders' quarters.
All she could find were these words, written on a slate: "Question song...... gone away, gone ahead....."
It seemed that she, her dragon, and her fire lizards were the only inhabitants of the once might Fort Weyr.
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