Her hair is long and black, like dark…the kind you see when you close your eyes, not the black blue of the midnight sky or the shadow black of a night time plain. The only part of her hair that is not black is a sliver streak that originates at the base of her head a little to the right of where her vertebrate connect to her skull. The length of her hair is great, falling to her waist in bone straight and soft. When her hair is down the silver streak is not visible unless she lifts her hair to show you…and she won’t. When her hair is bound up as she often does it is twisted around her head like a crown. She had found that long hair can often be a nuisance but she is unwilling to part with her locks. Her face is heart shaped, with lush lips.A hard life has given her face a hard set, fourtunatly the hard set of her mouth is softened by a feminine chin, dainty but not weak. Her nose is straight but too long in her opinion. Her cheekbones are high (another feature that soften the serious expression often found on her face) but her eyes are what most people notice, almond shaped and set wide in her face even when angry she appears innocent. Long black lashes frames silvery dark blue eyes that sparkle…her complexion is fair, though tanned from being out, her cheeks have a permanent rosy hue to the from years spent out doors.

Her voice is soft and often she is asked to repeat herself…this can lead to her getting frustrated at which point she shouts….She has a large tattoo on the small of her back…it is not a picture of anything…more of a design, or tribal mark. About 7inches from top to bottom, she smiles mysteriously when she is asked about it. The palm of her left hand has a 3inch scar across it, from the tender flesh between her thumb and finger to inches below her pinky. Her right hand has a scar running the opposite way from between her middle and ring finger down to the soft pad at the base of her hand, just above her wrist. She also has a puncture scar on her left thigh. When asked about them she just smiles and turns away.

Tarina tends to stick to dark colours stone grays, blacks and blues sometimes green when dressing. She is most often found garbed in stone gray tunics that are fitted to her slender form, and pants that hug her slim hips, her black boots are made of a soft material and cover her lower leg, the cuffs of her pants tucked into them. She often wraps herself in a long dark gray robe, the deep hood puller forwards hiding her face. The lining of her robe is a soft lightweight fur, dyed gray to match the outer material. She does not own much in the way of clothing, but she does have a few things of high quality. One of these things is a dress, snug fitting and trimmed with silver thread the dark blue dress is not something she often puts on. It lies at the bottom of her trunk.

Tarina had heard stories about gathering…tales of feasts and festivities…beautiful women and handsome men, shimmering dragons and playful flits. She decided she wanted to go. She asked the leader of her group for permission to travel to the gathering, under the premise of searching for potential contacts. The answer was of course a NO, she was too young to go by herself and there was no one to go with her, being the kind of girl she was she smiled and nodded and said of course she wouldn’t go. But she began making plans to leave that night. Knowing that if she was caught sneaking away there was a good chance she would be punished, but she still went. Leaving at dawn it took her five days traveling on foot, backtracking and covering her prints before she arrived.

When she arrived Tarina did everything she could to blend in with the crounds but found herself staring wide eyes at everything. Dragons and their riders were every direction she looked. Flits darting about and tables and booths full of wonderful things. She had never been around somany people but it did not take her long to get over her awe and quickly she began to explore. She had only been in there a few hours when suddenly she was filled with a sense of dread. Looking over her shoulder she spotted a man whom appeared to be watching her intently. Her heart jumped into her throat and she fought the urge to run. He was big and rough looking and she wondered how they had tracked her down. She knew that she would be punished for running away. She slipped quietly between the crowds and hid behind a brightly coloured tent flap. Peeking around the corners she no longer saw the man. Sighing with relief she stood a moment to catch her breath, and felt a strong hand on her shoulder. Turning she found herself face to face with the large man who she had seen before. Panic over took her and she struggled to get away clawing at his fingers where he held onto her tunic.

“Please she pleaded let me go…you can tell them you didn’t find me…they’ll believe you…. please.”.

The man only stared blankly at her clearly he had no Idea what she was talking about, “My blue says you’re the one…. you’ve been searched…if they come looking for you they will have to wait until you’ve stood on the sands.” And so she found herself at Coral Reef Wyer, living as a candidate prepairing to stand at the next hatching. At that hatching she Impressed Green Tiatath.

Description of Dragon:

Taitath is a funny creature, reserved and cautiouse, often she is afraid to do anything without someone else taking the lead. But as soon as some one steps up to be first she is right there behind them. It could be said her favorite place to be is next. That is of course unless we are speaking of her human. As far as her girl goes she will take the lead. trying to protect her rider form any hurt.Tarinas discomfort in the wyers is made up for by Tiatah’s desire to help her feel like she belongs. And the little green will lead her human anywhere if she thinks it for the best, no matter what Tarina wants….

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