Beula

STATS
Name: Beula
Age: 16
Gender: Female

Description: A curly-haired, boxom lass with soft features and deep green eyes. Most would describe her as attractive but she herself doesn't really pay much attention to her looks. She's usually wearing clothes she found around her home (often a few sizes too big as she likes to be comfortable) in a mismatch of colours. She prefers pants to skirts so she doesn't have to think about sitting all lady-like.
Personality: Unabashed, outspoken and some would even say crude. Beula doesn't mean harm but she's just not someone who'll keep her thoughts to herself. She is free-spirited and incorrigible. People put up with her in the small hold where she lives but others might not be so kind.
Hobbies: Reading poetry (has a not so secret preference for the raunchy kind)
Skills: Milking herdbeasts, mucking a barn.
Family: Grew up on a farm with only her father, never knew her mother as she died when she was still a babe.
Pets: Green firelizard Danee (f) from Sedona Weyr

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HATCHING
Beula opened her eyes wider. She felt like any more and they would fall out. As a humble milkmaid, she'd never imagined herself to be at an actual Weyr but providence had found her right there. She'd been out looking for a lost herdbeast when she'd stumbled upon it, and the dragon who had scared it half to death.
The green dragon's dragonrider had not been much help at soothing the herdbeast but at least she'd been able to help herd it back to the village. As a reward for not making a fuss - apparently the greenrider and her dragon had a record of being in places they should not be - Beula had been offered a visit to Ryslen.
Having never heard of the Weyr, Beula wondered if they might be on the other side of Pern. Although, some people seemed so foreign it was hard to imagine they were even still on Pern. One thing had led to another and suddenly she'd been handed an egg. Dutifully taking it had meant she found herself the owner of a green firelizard. And then a hot minute later she had been shoved alongside several other young people into a hatching cavern.
So now she was looking wide-eyed at eggs that were roughly the size of herself with a gold dragoness hovering over them, eyeing Beula and the others. With a snort, the queen seemed to approve and as if having waited for their mother's approval, the eggs started wobbling and cracking.
A silver dragon hatched, and then a purple broke shell. The unsual colours furthered Beula's suspicions that something was a bit alien about this clutch... but when a minty green dragoness found Beula and nudged her gently, the young woman could only stare deep into her eyes and agree that it all wasn't so important.
"I'm Milmenth, Beula. I think we can safely say your world just got a whole lot bigger. But that's okay, I have your back"

STATS
Name: Milmenth
Colour: Green
Gender: Female
Size: 6'9" at the shoulder
Species: Rounds to Pernese
Parents: Anodized Gold Big'oon-lelth x Blue Sastrath
Personality: Minty fresh, openminded and always ready to de-toxify a situation.
Standard Abilities:
     *Telepathy
     *Teleport
     *Telekinesis
     *Assisted Firebreath
Bonus Abilities:
     *Nexus Communication
     *Unassisted Firebreath
     *Genrehop

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ADULTHOOD
Getting a message sent home had not proven difficult. Getting home herself wasn't quite as easy. it had taken a few years of training, classes and experimenting to get her in shape. But now she was a veritable dragonrider, not just of Pern, but of a larger conglomerate of worlds called the Nexus.
"The dragons know of course. The people are often in denial." Milmenth had told her.
"Well I never ever imagined there were other worlds out there."
"Imagine all the fun we could have visiting those places!"
"Imagine all the poetry!" Beula agreed, her ears already turning a bit red at the thought.
There had been plenty of new material at Ryslen. Something told her there was far more to discover.

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Lantessama Isle
Beula impressed at Ryslen