Jacquia
Jacquia
Petite is the word, although cute is not. Lean and lithe, she resembles a cat-made-human in her unconscious grace. Sharply unusual, her face is not one to be forgotten easily; from the keen-edged cheeckbones to the elegant line of her slim nose. Visibly tilted eyes are dark brown, meltingly velvet depths an almost hauntingly strong contrast to the paleness of her skin. Expressive as her gaze often is, her full lips colored a dusky rose are equally expressive. Compliementing her features is her hair, a sable mane of glossy waves that falls a little past her shoulders.
Jacquia was born into a family of minecrafters, with one elder sister and two younger sisters. Both her parents are journeymen ranked miners, as are many of her cousins and aunts and uncles. She grew up at Blacksands Hold, on Ista Island and steadfastly declined to apprentice herself. Rather, from her early teenaged turns, she took on the role of messenger - a job that suited her love of the outdoors as well as her natural talent with runnerbeasts.
When she was in her early twenties, the Blacksands Mine Hall was all but closed down. She went with the majority of the personnel to the newly re-established Tillekan MineHold and this time took the formal post of Messenger. She was happy.
However, one day, D'ven and bronze Bith came seeking a miner in search of a gemstone for some trinket. Jacquia was out in the courtyard and, true to form, she chatted away to D'ven. Bith took and interest as well and decided that Jacquia should Stand for the latest clutch hardening on the sands of Ista Weyr. Amazed but delighted, Jacquia was quick to accept.
After some sevendays as a Candidate, Jacquia stood with many others on the Sands when gold Serath and bronze Illyddth's eggs hatched at last. One by one, she watched many of her new found friends Impress - but she herself was left behind, her lifemate as yet unshelled.
Her family promptly descended upon her and whisked her away to Crom where she was cheered, distracted and extended a quiet sympathy. However, she needed to head back to Tillek to take up her duties once more. She took the long way around, acting as a messenger over a circuit that took her from Crom to High Reaches Weyr, to Nabol, Ruath and at last back to the Minehold. There she remains, outwardly as good humoured and teasingly carefree as before. Yet the occasional black mood and pensive bout of thought will distract her.
Jacquia has Impressed two firelizards to date.
Shimmering amber moonstone has been molded, melted into a rugged firelizard statue, the crystal fused into a living creature. She's solid and chunky yet streamlined, a minature form of pure power highlighted by glowing ivory dripping over thickset neckridges and down weather-beaten shoulders to lick the leading edge of glimmering wings. Wingsails are fragile films of eldrich ice, marbled with a touch of rich honey to match sharp talons. Faint creamy motes are smudged across her stout belly, dancing over a short tail with it's craggy ridges.
AND
Azure plays over a thin body, cloudy dapples creating a milky hue along gangly limbs and sparse neckridges. A smidgen of sapphire tumbles across a lengthy muzzle and frames deep set eyes that seem in perpetual shadow, a murky tinge colouring even the lightest shade spiraling in the twin pools. Like a whispering waterfall, veins of silver adorn misty wingsails, lacing the leading edge with gleaming threads. His tail is slender, balancing the gaunt neck.
