Gwira and Gwonnor

Certainly the most agressive in her family, and the most upwardly mobile (with regards to her sister's progress to head of household, which she supported entirely), Gwira spent much of her youngest years tagging along with her father to the looms, where she enjoyed helping him set them up. She knows more about the technical aspects of weaving, than actually sitting down and creating whole cloth herself, but that's acceptable as it would become her responsibility to oversee those activities in the House anyway. She was an expert pattern-maker by the time she was twelve, and when she'd passed through her puberty years it was obvious that she would also become one of the most beautiful women in the area.

But being pretty and knowledgeable weren't enough. She knew how to delegate responsibilities, how to sense in people whether they were appropriate for their jobs, and more importantly she was driven to succeed. Always on time, always making sure that anyone who wasn't was given a stern lecture, Gwira was seen as a bit of a blustery Lady, however she rarely had to actually unload on anyone. Pleasing her meant praise, more than displeasing her meant disparaging remarks.

With the dragons involved in her life, Gwira saw an opportunity to expand into a world that she'd enjoyed only from a back seat in a wagon or a porthole on a ship. A dragon? One suited to her would have to be strong willed but just as capable as she of success. And, would have to agree with her. On everything. Gwira and Lonnon schemed and made their plans for the House long before the dragonriders arrived, and they would do more after...

Gwonnor's healthy love of things physical was perhaps her first trait. One would find her curled up in baskets of raw silk freshly woven into bolts, as a young child. Her tactile sense was very strong then, and has never seemed to abate. She induldged her whims, but more: she earned them from her family. Even though she was a middle-twin, Gwonnor seems to be younger than her sisters, exhuberant in a way that was held back only by her sheer elegance. Because she would try out many bits of cloth in drapery and dress her younger sisters up when she was old enough, it was pretty clear she'd become the more social of the bunch.

Appearances were very, very important to Gwonnor, and always would be. It was she who was slated to become the family's greeter, and she took to the spot easily. Everyone who arrived to the House had seen this girl, now a woman, and if they didn't fall completely in love with her at a glance, they would if they were lucky enough to have a social dinner or chat with her later.

But any traveller should be wary of her whim: she never took kindly to being spoken to out of turn, being interrupted, or skies forbid: being ignored. No amount of plying gifts, apologies or blowing-off could possibly return a man to her good graces after he'd made any of those mistakes. For Gwonnor, though, it was more than just social whimsy that caused this. She was obsessed with perfection and beauty, and chose to associate with whoever she looked best near. When she was quite young, she got lost in the market and wound up in a fish seller's square - wandering among the loud, smelly and scarred fishermen and wrinkled old wives selling their husband's catches. That incident clearly impacted her youthful opinion of what beauty and culture were made of. She would not eat fish to this day.

The only true match for this girl in her own family is Liran, colorful and intense. Any of the mistakes that others made in Gwonnor's presence, could be repeated by her sister but went completely ignored. Liran after all was the little sister who thrived while Gwonnor played dress up with her!

Gwira stood comfortably, if warily, and watched these odd dragons hatch. They were so colorful, so ... so beautiful. But she wasn't quite sure for the first time in her life, what was going to happen. She might not bond. Though she didn't think on it hard, that kernel of doubt was there - present in all candidates in some form or another.

One egg had been furiously rocking since the beginning of the hatching, and only now did it manage to crack open. Out spilled a small, boldly marked female who hopped immediately to her feet and practically ran to Gwira. "I'm so sorry! I've been trying forever to get out of there!" Gwira hastened to soothe the distressed Ofilisha as the two exited the sands. "You know Ofilisha, I'm going to have to work out a pattern just like yours, it is magnificent."

With tremendous relief, Gwira penned a letter to her family, as Ofilisha slept off her hatching. She sketched on the corner, a brief indication of the stunning markings that Ofilisha had. The little dragonet stirred, pinging in Gwira's mind the thankfulness that she, the dragon, felt in finding the right bond. Gwira held nothing but absolute love for the hatchling, "I know my family will adore you, but not nearly as much as I do."

Yet she got the strange feeling that the hatchling was worried, perhaps that because she took too long hatching she wasn't as good as the others, or... something. In any human that would certainly be something that Gwira had and still would dislike. But Gwira set her mind to putting the little sleepyhead at ease. It would be uphill work, as time went on...

Name: Ofilisha
Gender: Female
Breed: SCD/Wyld Mutt
Abilities: Psionics, Verbal Speech, Healing Majyck, Whyte Fyre (lvl 2)
Personality: Ofilisha wants nothing more than to please Gwira, and is for some reason terrified that if she doesn't, Gwira will leave her. She loves to design intricate patterns, but will often trash her designs before showing them to anyone because she doesn't think they're good enough. No matter how much they're praised by Gwira or anyone, she still thinks they're hideous. Gwira will have to take them from her before they're ruined. Eventually she'll develop some confidence in her skills, but it may take some generous complimenting beforehand.
Bond: Gwira
Dam: Meroclaisen
Sire: Thumoth

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