Sylvia

STATS
Name: Sylvia
Age: 17
Gender: Female

Description: Sylvia has long brown hair, green eyes and a healthy complexion with freckles. She is average in height for a Pernese woman and rather thin since she doesn't eat nearly as much as she should. Her clothes are decent but show signs of repair and the colours are mostly faded. 
Personality: Sylvia is like a Disney Princess, so full of potential for joy and wonder that with just the right push she could glow. She just needs to find the start of her story and be on her way. For now she is not all that interesting and seems rather mousy. Sylvia is working as a serving girl and though she's not against working, she has a difficult time keeping her curiosity at bay. She gets scolded for looking and examining things but nothing she's taken to heart. 
Hobbies: Going to the market and dreaming of all the expensive wares. 
Skills: Mending clothes, making basic patterns, embroidery
Family: The middle child of a couple of Holders who have to work odd jobs to make ends meet. 
Pets: Green Eslinde (f) from Anerion Weyr

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STORY
Sylvia was working, dusting pottery and furniture in a spare room in the hold when the dragon flew by. She gasped and nearly dropped the delicate jug that was probably too pretty to actually be practical on the floor. Not much later servants were whispering that a dragonrider was visiting and she strained her ears to get any piece of information she could catch. 
"He came from ... Weyr." someone said.
"There's firelizards! A whole basket of them!" another one called a little louder.
"Hush, it's not like we would get one." another chided.
Sylvia followed the voices and soon ran into the female dragonrider, not to be mistaken in her leather riding gear. Thepants and best looked warm and they revealed far more than Sylvia would be willing to show of her body. Although there really wasn't much to show, thin as she was. She barely had a curve to boast about. The young woman crossed her path, smiled and suddenly told her: 
"Meet me in the courtyard later. I have a gift for you."
Sylvia didn't know what to think of the woman but she wouldn't oppose a dragonrider.  So she met up with the woman as she'd been instructed and waited, half assuming she would be asked to do something. Maybe fetch her diner in exchange for a coin or something.
"Would you like a firelizard egg?"
Hope shone from Sylvia's eyes, but she shook her head with a sad expression.
"I wouldn't be able to care for it. I can't exactly bring it with me here to clean. And we hardly have food to feed the family as it is."
"And what if I give you a new job? You could clean at the Weyr, there's no-one who would bat an eye at you having a firelizard and the cook loves the little things so she always treats them to leftovers."
Sylvia didn't have to think twice, that all sounded so amazing.
"I would like that."
The dragonrider hugged her shoulders and then put a small egg in her hands.
"Careful, they tend to hatch quickly when someone holds them without gloves or cover."
And indeed, the shell collapsed as the small green firelizard within found her way out. The female firelizard had large wings and a long tail. Her small head had large eyes and swayed lazily until she found Sylvia's gaze and squawked for food.
Sylvia laughed and hugged the dragonrider back who seemed to hold onto her for a bit longer than was normal. But then dragonriders were a different sort of people. 
"Come on, I'll take you to the Weyr and you can get to know the place."
Sylvia nodded eagerly and followed, meeting her first dragon and then immediately getting to touch and ride it. Suddenly the dragonrider laughed and added: 
"It seemes you might be eligible for another job at the Weyr. The one of Candidate."

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HATCHING
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ADULTHOOD
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Lantessama Isle
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