Name: Ghita
Age: 41
Gender: Female

Description: Ghita is thin, she eats when she has the chance but more often than not she skips meals when she's busy working. She has a naturally tanned skin (courtesy of her native-American heritage) and long (often greasy) black hair she keeps tied/braided. She has a wide mouth, a large nose and a very intense stare. Her forehead has creases from thinking a lot. Ghita wears only functional clothes. 
Personality: Ghita is a scientist. She likes to explore, experiment and clarify. She knows there are rules all around and she won't rest until she's found out how they work. Knowing the rules means you can bend or even break them. She is a forward thinker and will love learning all that Shy and his workers have to offer. Ghita barely has a life outside of work. For fun she likes to read scientific articles from different fields of study while partaking some wine. Ghita never overindulges though. 
Short Bio: Ghita was a recent addition to the Lantessama staff. She was never meant to be taken, but a chance encounter and a mind that just wouldn't take a sorry excuse for an explanation meant that she is now enjoying bringing science to the island of dragonriders. The only thing Ghita would lament losing on earth was her research, which is why she is still working part-time at her old university. Though her field of study is chemistry, Ghita has been sidetracked by the quantum physics of portaling and the biology that brings dragons their longevity. After all if she were to discover the truth behind these things she could study for all eternity. 

Pets: -- (she honestly has no time for them)
Bond: Dark Court Gold Rabtath (f) from The Vella Crean


While the Empress was away on business, daily life at the Vella Crean continued. Shy was tinkering in his labs, Ghita was there as often as she could to study and observe. Earning her the dubious right of Shy remembering her name. Tegrid looked on, feeling somewhat inadequate for still being no more than a "good worker" to Shy even when he'd been there longer than Ghita. But she was a force to be reckoned with and he at least knew not many people wouldn't remember her. 
Brigg meanwhile was growing increasingly worried about the lack of ethical thoughts the scientist seemed to have. Sure the projects asked him about it repeatedly and were very forthcoming about the way things worked at the Vella Crean. They often mentioned that Shy would study everything but ethics in his life. One of the scientists, a quiet and contemplative person named Onesto, often joined him for tea in the gardens to discuss.  
Life continued, but then a piece of the Vella Crean went missing. Confusion struck but it became clear all too soon that the Death Court had been spelled away by the interim leader. Nothing more could be said about it. What was done was done. So life at the Vella Crean continued.
And then it happened, Tegrid was called to bring the two scientists he'd been wporking closely with to the hatching sands. He found Ghita in the labs as he knew she'd be there. 
"I'll be there shortly." she waved him away and continued her work.  
Shy had An Idea, a marvellous Idea, and he was quite intent on having someone else prove it for him. Within minutes she lost herself in the research again, the impending hatching a tiny niggle at the back of her mind. Something to attend to after work was done.
Tegrid found Brigg in the garden and at least the student of ethics and morals offered no resistance. The two of them arrived at the hatching sands well in time. Tegrid checked the entrance several times until Brigg caught him and said:
"She'll come. Ghita won't disappoint, but she'll probably be late."
The two of them returned their attention to the hatching sands as eggs started to move and crack. Dragons hatched and started moving around, looking for someone to bond. A blood Court purple approached Brigg and sat down in front of him, already intrigued by the thoughts in the man's mind.
"Would you think a fox evil for killing a hen?" he asked.
"Only if the fox and the hen had been able to communicate properly first." Brigg mused, "although some people do attest to be able to talk to animals. But I guess they'd have trouble eating them. It's worth a little discussion, Shamanath."
Tegrid kept to the side, but he too found himself the object of a dragon's gaze. A very light green male, bordering on the colour of foam, stepped toward him and said:
"You are nice. My name is Nilath."
"Thank you for choosing me." Tegrid said, his voice choking a bit from emotion. Above them his firelizard chirped happily and even let out a little bugle to welcome his larger light court brother.  
Ghita turned up late. It was not her fault for the work had been so interesting. She huffed into the hatching sands when half the hatchlings had broken out of their shells, and there was one, very annoyed and disgruntled dark court queen who was Not Impressed.
“I don’t think I like this Shy very much.” She announced. “He kept you from me.”
The bond slammed into Ghita with force, as if now the little queenling was quite intent to make up for lost time. “You could have called, Rabtath.” Ghita answered, her tone slightly shaken. Wow. No one had quite properly captured the force of a bond.
Brigg and blood court purple Shamanath were waiting, the man wearing a beaming grin that seemed to spread from cheek to cheek. “Seems we won’t really need to take samples now, huh? We’ve got our own bonds.”
“One of each. It will be… interesting.” Ghita agreed.
“Each? You don’t have a Light Court.” Tegrid’s voice was soft with wonder as the male green hatchling snuggled close to his side, demanding that they go eat. Now.
“You’re one of us now, aren’t you Tegrid?” Brigg teased.
“Oh. Oh! I see.”

Name: Rabtath
Court: Dark
Colour: Gold
Gender: Female
Origin: The Vella Crean Clutch #3
Personality: Get too close to her rider and she will bite. She has tried to bite Shy multiple times, and the only reason he puts up with her is because sometimes, in the right light she shines that perfect shade of molten gold. A little bit territorial and a whole lot impatient, Rabtath doesn’t understand what the fuss is about. She is a gold dragon. It’s just a color.


Having returned to Lantessama, Ghita's time had been drawn out even more. She tried to spread her time evenly among her lectures, the research at the Vella Crean and her duties to the Isle. But it soon proved too much. Though it pained her some, Ghita realised that she was no longer bound to her home on Earth. She had become a full-fledged dragonrider and keeping up any semblance of her old life was just an act. 
She resigned her post and then simply vanished. She would spend a lot of her time on the Vella Crean but keep in contact with Lantessama Isle and return regularly to implement what she learned. At least that took out the timing difficulties since she didn't need to account for all of the time she didn't spend at either location. 
"It's about time." her feisty queen told her.
"It was a decision that needed time to make." Ghita chuckled.
"Now that you've fully embraced our bond. I feel it is time to rise."
"And where would you like to rise? I'll need to put in a request for leave in the other location."


[STORY] _-°-_ [GHITA] _._ [BRIGG] _._ [TEGRID]

Lantessama Isle
Background found at Eos Backgrounds