Dimphna

STATS
Name: Dimphna
Age: 16
Gender: Female

Description: Dimphna is a lanky girl with long, straight brown hair, blue eyes and freckles. She doesn't like wearing her glasses so she squints a lot. She usually wears long skirts and frilly blouses as those are the clothes her mother gets her. She sometimes "borrows" trousers from her brothers.
Personality: Dimphna is a bookwurm. She enjoys reading and it really doesn't matter what subject. She'll wrestle through a dissertation on water wheels with as much gusta as a fairytale collection. If she'd lived in a bigger hold she'd probably have tried to get some kind of higher education. But living in a small hold she is lucky that she's even allowed to read.
Hobbies: Reading, looking for books
Skills: Keeping out of trouble (as it would mean being punished)
Family: Born two farmers, Dimphna grew up between crops and animals. She is decent at caring for both but her heart lies elsewhere. Dimphna's mother allows her daughter her freedom as she understands her. She is hoping Dimphna might find a good boy to fall in love with so she can make a home for herself.
Pets: Gold Evie (f) from Aneris Weyr

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STORY
Dimphna hid behind a stable wall and carefully got the thin book out of her pocket. Breathing in the scent of the old pages, she opened it to the center and looked at the picture that had been drawn. A schematic of a dragon wing. Keeping the book as close to her eyes as she could, Dimphna tried to decipher the cursive scrawl of the writer.
She sighed and tried putting on her glasses, but even with those she couldn't make sense of the scribbles. She could read the letters but the words looked alien. What was a "scapula"?
Dimphna tried saying some of the words but of course that didn't help her understand them. And she couldn't exactly go ask. She'd found the book hidden in a crack in the wood while she'd been out helping her mother deliver some of their produce to the Lord Holder. She shouldn't have taken the book but she hadn't been able to rsist the faded yellow cover with the pretty letters.
Some time passed and oblivious to her surroundings, Dimphna missed the big shadow flying overhead. She did however feel the pressure of the air change as the dragonrider landed in the vicinity. Scrambling to get up, Dimphna tried to look proper and not like she'd been slacking off.
"Hello there, miss." the dragonrider called.
"Hello." she squeaked back.
"Is this Kerny Hold?"
"It is." she nodded vigorously.
At this time, the book she'd hastily shoved in her pocket fell out. Dimphna wasn't fast enough and the dragonrider picked it up. He looked at the cover and smiled at her.
"Interested in dragons?" he asked, "I might have a gift for you then."
Dimphna blushed and tried not to let the man see that her choice of reading was just what she could get her hands on. But he did seem like he knew the book so she might as well ask:
"I've been trying to read it but there are many strange words." she said and asked, "What's a scapula?"
"Ramith?" the dragonrider called, "can you extend your wing?"
The blue dragon complied and the dragonrider pointed at the place where the wingarm attached to the neck.
"The bone beneath is the scapula."
Then the dragonrider took out a firelizard egg and held it out to her.
"We've been handing some of these out since we've been having too many clutches lately."
Dimphna took hold of the egg and nearly dropped it when she felt it move in her hands. Cracks appeared on the shell only a few breaths after.
"It appears I found you right in time."
About five minutes later Dimphna gazed into the eyes of a bright gold firelizard. The small pet looked up at her and yawned. She seemed content to just lay on her hands.... and then she bt down on her thumb.
"Better feed her and name her." the dragonrider grinned.
"E... Evie." Dimphna said and rummaged through her pockets to find a bit of jerky she'd been saving for a snack but had forgotten as she'd been reading.
"If you'd like, I can probably take you to the Weyr to try to impress a dragon. There's a clutch hardening and we need the candidates anyway."

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ADULTHOOD
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