At twenty-nine, Lydiere has gained herself many titles and names - her eight turns at Ista adding many of the experiences important in the shaping of her life. She's the Senior Weyrwoman ot Ista Weyr, rider of Llysereth, mother of Keidire and Llysah. She's also a retired Journeywoman Seacrafter, former Captain of the Dolphin's Cry - though, now that it no longer exists, no longer its owner. She's also Lyndie's daughter, the half-sister of all of Lyndie's six younger children, and the favourite niece of Mairean, Masterharper of Pern.

She's also human, fallable, and more or less interesting.

Descriptions | Short History | Personality

Description:
This woman has a plain face, framed by shoulder-length, raven-hued locks, the waved lengths bunching into a simple runnertail behind her head, whilst twining tendrils escape to fall about her face. Grey-green eyes are met with pale lashes, centering her heart-shaped face along with a slender nose that's all but tossed between the two, thin lips pale against the sea-worn nature of her tawny, imperfect complexion. She's slightly built and of average height, easily fully grown and in her late twenties, delicacy measured against muscles honed by hard work.

Work Clothes:
Her diaphonous, amorphous shirt of pale blue hangs languidly over heavy-duty breeches of tan hue; this nondescript attire is tidy, if mended--patches showing upon elbows, cuffs rolled up to the forearm as if to hide the holes beneath. Sturdy, well-worn boots cover otherwise bare feet--a flapping sole showing hint of toes from time to time.

Leathers:
An amphorous shirt of faded blue -- syenite hues lightened by repeated washing -- is constrained to moderated diaphonousness, tucked in by her sturdy, fur lined breeches which are dyed a wishy-washy navy, themselves all but tuck in to ankle-height boots of ruddy finish. Her thick jacket is a similar dark blue; hues maintained at a dulled finish, obscurity in shade accentuating undyed lining of pale wool.

Hatching Outfit:
Deep grey-green in colour, matching her eyes, is her stretch-fabric dress, the tightly fitting garment falling to less than a handspan above her knee. V-necked, but not low enough to decrease modesty, the sleeveless bodice -- seams sitting firm upon the shoulder -- cites her cleavage without exenuating it, fitting seamlessly to skin without shame. Spoiling the effect are her clunky, black boots, incongruous with the otherwise tidy polish of her hatching garb.

Old Clothes:
Stone-washed trous show a lifetime of disuse, hole and knee and thigh fluttering with ragged edges, whilst hems are all but warm away, trailing about bare feet. Sleeveless top might once have been white, but bears stains of all hues, half hidden beneath her unbuttoned shirt of brown cotton, which flaps about her waist with frayed completion.

Graduation Outfit:
Attire holds promenance without ease, sisal and leather finding no comfortable art upon her coarse-skinned form, although fine make shows well against youthful curves. Grey-blue top dapples in colour as if a sun-lit ocean, malleable creation holding firm to form, v-neck showing browned skin, whilst sleeveless finish shows off muscular arms, middle almost visible below the smooth hem. Breeches of deep blue set off ocean's finish, pressed into perfection to fall to unpolished boots of scuffed nature, complete with laces untied, dyed grey in conjunction with outfit's smooth creation.

Gather Dress:
Softly woven cloth is patterned with geometrics: grey and deep blue contrasting to symmetrical finish down her smoothed skirt and fitted bodice, finished with a single row of cord about dipped neckline and slightly flared skirt, continuing the blue and grey theme. The simple, fitted form shows off her curves whilst preserving modesty, ankle-length skirt's flare allowing freedom of movement in continuiting with the smoothless of line created through design's control. Deep blue sandals hold flat finish to gown's make, matched by a string of deep blue stones worn about her tanned neck.

Summer:
A gauzy swathe of fabric in the grey-blue of her eyes wraps about her upper body, something like a kerchief in shape -- it covers her breasts, coming downwards to a 'V' shape just above her belly-button, tied at the back. Short shorts in a similar hue cover just enough for modesty - long and well-muscled, her legs are made to appear almost endless, and tanned brown by the sun. Her feet are bare, callouses protecting them from the heat of the ground beneath.

Tunic:
A great swathe of white linen have been sculpted into this simple tunic, cut for comfort as well as to fold exactly so, rippling in the extention of the dainty skirt to just beneath her knees. At the shoulders, pains have been taken to create the effect of two knots tying front and back together, sitting just on the edge of her shoulders and forming the scooping neckline towards her cleavage. Fine embroidery in deep blues and greys decorate the hems and around the bodice, patterning in tiny shapes without being ostentatious. Upon the bottom hem, which hangs just so, a band of grey-blue has been sewn, in simple contrast to the purity of the white fabric.

Short History:
Lydiere's the daughter of a bluerider and a bronzerider, the both of whom were drunk when she was conceived; this somewhat explains why M'deire was never an important part of her life, and why Lyndie enlisted the aid of another bronzerider, A'dien, to act as pseudo-father in M'deire's place. After several turns at Fort, Lydiere followed her mother to Telgar - her mother, in turn, was following A'dien, currently pregnant with the child of yet another rider-- a greenrider at High Reaches. Several turns later, Lydiere was fostered to Tillek, after yet another pregnancy left her mother far too busy to care for the six-turn-old. Lydiere eventually elected to apprentice to the Seacraft, finding a natural affinity for the sea.

At seventeen, Lydiere ended up pregnant with the child of a fellow Seacrafter, Keivare, and although she resisted his marriage proposals, they remained a couple of several turns after the birth of their son, Keidire. Promoted to Journeyman, and given her own ship to Captain, after the birth, Lydiere was vastly happy with her life, until after finally accepting Keivare's suit, she suddenly realised that she could do that no longer, accepting a posting to Ierne Weyrhold. She was there only a few turns before Navoth of Ista swept her up on search, at the age of twenty-one, ensuring she was on the sands when gold Llysereth hatched, finding her.

First weyrling, then Junior Weyrwoman, and then mother again-- Lydiere's life has gotten considerably more complicated since she found Llysereth, as she now balances between her duties as Weyrwoman, her love of the sea, her son and now, a daughter, Llysah, by the man she still loves, though refuses to live with. Single again, steadily approaching thirty, and newly Senior Weyrwoman, life's nothing less than interesting for this one-time child of the sea.

Personality:
Perhaps the first word to come to mind regarding Lydiere is 'casual' - for that, in essence, is what she is. Genuinely laid-back in manner, she goes so far as to scorn formality; although she's respectful and respectable, as a rule, she's far rather go at things her own way than be stiff and formal. Nice clothes - especially skirts - are viewed warily, and beauty care is all but peculiar to her mind; Lydiere has never, as far as anyone can tell, worn make-up voluntarily in her life, and as for her hair...What's wrong with just leaving things as they are? She's naturally fairly forthright, and although her common sense restrains her from any true loss of tact, it's hardly surprising that she forgets herself every so often, and says something she shouldn't.

Lydiere's relationship with her lifemate, Llysereth, is one that changes from one moment to the next. Llysereth is serene, but full of empathy, and the one-sided arguments that come as a result of her sweetness and innocence - and disgust for anything she percieves to be distasteful - are more frustrating than anything on Lydiere's part. Nonetheless, there's no doubt that Lydiere adores Llysereth, and could not imagine life without her.

She's a very efficient, capable Weyrwoman, and while she's quick to escape as soon as she can, she nonetheless ensures that her responsibilities are filled, and that everything is done as well as it can be. Still, she longs for the sea, and spends as much time out of doors as she can, even if that means going no further than Llysereth's ledge. Both dragon and rider love the sea, however, so that is at least one thing that they can enjoy together, when they get the chance.

Her children are perhaps the closest, most loved, things within her life - she's a mother by preference, above most things, and it shows. Keidire is her friend, as well as her son, and though she missed out on much of his early childhood thanks to events out of her control, she enjoys his company, and the fact that he is intelligent, and perhaps a little too precocious, for his age. Llysah is her baby, and Lydiere keeps her with her as much as is humanely possible, so as to enjoy everything her daughter does, before she's forced to let go and move on.

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