Post by InsaneWhitey28 on Aug 16, 2010 23:26:04 GMT -5
"Patience is a virtue. Back off before you make me lose it."
.:Humans:.
name;;
Rosanna|Rosa
age;;
twenty-four|03.16.2999
gender;;
female
sexual orientation;;
heterosexual
rank;;
greenrider|wingrider|
physical appearance;;
Chin up, shoulders back this girl walks with her head held high meeting the eyes of others defiantly, daring them to find fault in her presence. Unfortunately, her gaze becomes harder and harder as eyes are drawn to her, and not by her own fault either.
While she does not have the blond hair, or sky blue eyes that many envy for their beauty and rarity among the Pernese, she has her own separate majestic which leads to her chasing away many a curious gaze. Long silky mahogany hair cascades down her back in a waterfall of color, tones of red and brown highlighting the different strands. Rosanna herself often wonders whether her hair is a curse or a blessing, regardless of how many other girls want it, it can be completely pliant on certain days and others a raging monster hellbent on making her life a living nightmare. Her hair is complimented by her caramel skin tone, a rich earthy color that was often attributed to the Spaniards back on Earth. She never outright tans, her skin already dark enough to deny burning, but it is possible for her to gain an even bronze tone in skin color if she stays outside for too long, throwing her entire dynamic off for a day or two. Narrow eyes rest squarely below her brows, hardened and challenging, mischievous and playful, the rare cloudy gray in color almost like a storm gathering on the horizon they darken and lighten with her mood. The cloudy depths are decorated by brief specks of gold here and there, the simplest of warmth that break through the storm.
While the colors of a person are what is noticed first and foremost, they aren't the only aspect of that person's features, the face shape and physical body making up much of their character. Rosanna is no exception, once her colors are done being admired, the features found on this woman are sharp, feral, the look of a predator. Well endowed, Rosanna has completely filled out her figure, the hourglass shape not blatantly obvious, but there subtly as she is slim and slender, the build of an athlete. With her legs making up most of her height, Rosanna stands at 5'10, never slouching never crouching, she keeps herself tall and straight. The subtle cords of muscle are near invisible on her, speaking of her strength only when she reaches heights to clean Istarith or doing menial labor for the Weyr, for while she never participated in the war, she trained for it. Her panther like grace never left her, if anything it became more apparent with the confident sway of her hips, the sharpness of her tongue, and the grace of which she hid in the shadows, her footsteps ever silent.
Her facial shape is much the same, sharp, and predatory with a touch of grace, high arching eyebrows nearly always raised in obvious sarcasm, a rounded nose sitting in the middle of features, wrinkling in distaste or flaring in rage, even as a wicked smile entertains full and supple lips that rest squarely under it. Her facial features entertain many masks, hiding what she feels inwardly as she acts like a drudge, creeping about the Weyr as she please, even flirting or teasing many of the male riders who get on her nerves, a talent well used when pouring fellis into one's klah. The notes that emerge from her lips are husky, a whispering autumn wind, which seeks to disprove the fact that Rosanna herself is first-soprano when she chooses to sing, though she prefers to stay silent in a matters such as those.
Her days as a candidate are over, and as such she says good-bye to all those hateful candidacy uniforms, slipping back into her own preferred style even as rider's wear is shoved off onto her. The classic leather jerkin, her own tank top kept underneath for annoyingly hot days, the leather slacks, and wherhide boots finishing off her uniform. Having transferred to Inverness up North, Rosanna has had to get used to a climate change and thus now almost always can be found wearing some type of skin tight boots, and depending on the season, a tank top with simple leather boots, or a long flowing shirt with fur lined boots. The sash from her teen years has followed her all the way up North, almost always found about her waist, even sometimes in riding gear if she can get away with it. The matching necklace to her sister's has always, and will forever be, resting on her neck.
personality;;
Does she lack confidence? No, Rosanna has plenty and could probably spare some for those less fortunate. It's to the point that at times, she's on the border of arrogance, especially when confronted with something she knows nothing about. She'll gather an air about herself of knowing everything, and anything, a holy-than-thou feeling when confronted with the unknown and a candlemark later she'll flee to the Records Room to look it up and not look like such an idiot at a later date.
Regardless of her own arrogance or not, Rosanna is not one for nonsense, unless she's the one practicing it. With a tendency to take charge of situations that get out of hand, it's not unknown that she'll be the one wielding a wooden tray to break up a fight, or quell a drunken candidate party that was never supposed to happen and went far beyond the moral range. It's no surprise that many learn from such happenings that Rosa is not one to be trifled with, avoiding the young woman from then on and making it a habit to stay out of her throwing range. With all the idiots wandering around her, it's no surprise Rosanna favors silence and solitude over laughter and friendship, preferring to read a book on her own rather than socialize. With a pack mentality at times, Rosanna forms the rare close to bonds with others, forming small cliques in her own mind as she grows close to small groupings or individual people, her loyalty and friendship is not to be questioned as she bite back with a vengeance.
Rosanna has a temper that should be feared and respected, the rage that can burn within is like an inferno, her tendency to hold grudges feeding the fire, she is not one easily seen for forgiveness or mercy. Rather, if you wrong her, be forewarned, you life just took a turn for the worst. With her stubborn nature, she has the willpower to carry out any and all plans she makes, to hold something up or to choose to let it drop, you won't see this girl giving up easily at any point in time. Strong-willed, Rosanna rarely backs down from a challenge or even an argument unless someone can take the proof and shove it right under her nose. Ironically enough, her own will has had to force her to learn to fly, having discovered her fear of heights when she first rode albino Lketh.
Rosanna has the attitude of a queen, she has the right to be where she wants, when she wants and there's nothing you can do about, forcing her way into areas she shouldn't be in and at times a hint of a bossy tone forcing its way past her lips. Aloof from others, she keeps herself this way as a sign that she prefers not be bothered by most, keeping to her own journals and sketchbooks as she prefers.
Thought aloof, and giving nearly the entire population of Pern the cold shoulder, when her exterior persona is finally broken underneath is found a very warm character. Granted, her sarcasm refuses to be quelled and irritation is more easily shown, she's still far from the unyielding ice that she was before. Rosanna would like to claim that nothing shakes her, ever, but in truth she's quite the worry-wherry, hiding it behind various masks and failing miserably. Rarely showing her soft side to any one person, someone who catches her in her rare moments, will find themselves immediately confronted with a dumbfounded Rosa, who will then continue to splutter in confusion before regaining her composure and stomping off muttering about her privacy being compromised.
The final component to Rosanna's personally, would be her trickery and cunning, with a mind like a steel trap she's was able to master the art of a prankster, easily slipping in and out of areas she shouldn't be in. Certainly she enjoys her skills, taking her revenge on those who've earned her ire, making sure no lays a finger on those she loves and a dire threat hanging over anyone who dares come near her and aims to harm. With endless knowledge she's gleamed from her ultimate rival and mentor, Darsk, Rosanna is fully capable of slipping away from any untimely situation with a few choice words, a well reasoned story and perfect acting.
history:
Family
father;; Ryne|southern hold, 47|
mother;; Lark|southern hold, 41|
sister(s);;Lupa|selenitas weyr(?), 23|
father of Roiana;; Er'ani|inverness, 24|
daughter(s);; Roiana|inverness, 2|
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Rosanna was born to Ryne and Lark in the brief few years of respite that Pern was receiving, well as much respite as could be found with a Northern war happening. Thankfully Rosanna and her parents lived in the Southern Hold under the protection of Selenitas Weyr. The first Turn of Rosa's life passed a normal as could be, perhaps not as peaceful as past Turns of Pern, but normal. Lark soon gave birth to Rosanna's sibling, another girl who was named Lupa and it was obvious the two sisters were as different as can be. Lupa being born with hazel eyes, pale skin and much lighter hair. She was a fascination for Rosa and always would be as she became conscious of her actions.
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The same year that Lupa was born there was an attack on Lake Dolphin Hall, causing yet another ripple of distress to pass through Pern's population. Would the violence never end? Rosa was far too young to understand, but being intuitive as only a young child can she sensed something wrong, eating away at her parents. The panic quickly died down, most were far to used to things like this now because of the war, but the whisperings and rumors never ceased. Granted they became less and less as Rosa grew, and soon she had to ask about the trouble, but so few were willing to burden a four Turn old girl with the horrors of the present Pern. Their reluctance just made Rosanna try harder. She wanted to know what was wrong!
She never got the answer out of her fellow Holders, though she never stopped trying. At five Turns she started to commit small acts of mischief, still trying to find out what people didn't want to tell her. They all seemed to be aware of her listening on conversations, so she had to find new ways to find out what was happening. Example, hiding in a cupboard will a major meeting of the Holders was going. Needless to say she didn't understand any of what they were saying and was caught before the talk turned to present matters by a woman who needed something from the said cupboard. Rosa hates extra chores!
Lupu, her ever faithful little sister, rarely partook in Rosa's mischief, preferring to play with the others, unlike Rosa. At six Turns Rosa learned to live with not having a minion and got even more frustrated by this talk of, 'Thread'. Will they stop keeping things from her!? At least she got an answer for Thread, apparently it was the ancient enemy of Pern that would destroy their food and them unless the dragons stopped it. Her interest instantly perked, dragons? What were these 'dragons'?
The matter of the great beast though was pushed far from her mind as rumors of new comers reached little Rosa, the new comers supposedly worse than Ryne and Lark's 'little vixen'.
She'd see about that.
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True to her word, Rosa in all her child like pride of being the Hold's chief mischief maker, searched out the new comers from Blossom Hold.She immediately found them, a tall black haired youth with a seven Turn old black haired boy. She marched right up to them, stuck her hands on her hips, and studied them with narrowed eyes. A cheshire grin spread across the teen's face as he looked down at the figure of Rosa.
"Well then, you must be the rumored vixen of Sourthern Hold." he said, the boy next to him rolling his eyes, "Personally, I think the rumors are blown a bit out of proportion. I'm Darsk, by the way, and this is Vallen." Excuse her!? Did he just blatantly insult her and then introduce himself and the younger acting like the insult was no big deal!? Yes, yes he did. Hissing through her teeth, Rosa was about to retort when hands grabbed her waist and she was hoisted into the air by her father, "There you are! Lark's been looking for you my Rosa."
Darsk's grin couldn't get any wider could it? No wait, she lied. It could. Giving a growl as she glared at him balefully, she muttered, "This is not over."
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As rumors of 'force-mining' somewhere floated about, Rosa began to ask various questions of her mother once she was done with her chores. Where's the Weyr? What do the dragons look like? What colors are they? Lark eventually threw up her hands in exasperation and handed her over to her new art teacher, Arai.
Lucky for Rosa, Arai had once lived in the Weyr and knew much more about dragons than her mother did, answering all her questions to the best of her ability. Then came the news of Shmee impressing the gold and Seresta's suicide. Many of the Holder folk were overjoyed and yet apprehensive and Rosa had no idea why.
For next two Turns, Rosa continued her art lessons with Arai when she was finished with chores, managing to stay out of her mother's hair for the most part. Over the course of the two Turns, Rosa encountered Darsk a few more times, always with her on the losing side. She would not stand for that! Well, she wouldn't have if her parents hadn't dropped the bomb that she was to become a weaver. ...What!?
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So off she was shipped to the Southern Boll Hold quietly keeping her raged locked up while planning her revenge. Why couldn't she learn Weaver-craft at home!? As a matter of fact... Who needs a Sharding craft anyways!? Getting to the Hold was obviously loads of fun. The only fun was leaving a small piece of supposedly useless cloth behind and watch everyone panic about it.
Of course when she got to the Weaver Hall, she didn't plan to accept her fate quietly nope. The first week she was there, she made sure a couple of beds were set with little traps for their occupants, a bucket of water balanced over a door way for the next person to walk through(How could she resist a classic?) and acting like she was deaf at times. Needless to say most people stayed out of her way and never tried to make friends. Who would with a vixen like that?
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This was the day, that Rosanna met her match. Unfortunately for her, but thankfully for the others of the Hall, she met it in a rather frightening Craftmaster, who did not find her pranks funny. Not that any other Masters did either but, hey, she can laugh at them anyway. So of course, she had pulled one of her classics, getting the special sandsoap she had saved just for the occasion, switched with the original. Needless to say, many girls came out of the bath that day with rather oddly colored skin and hair.
Rosa went about her business, until someone managed to rat her out and the punishment began. The Master who called her to deal the punishment, was one who had been away from the Hall for quite a while, off on Weaver business or other, and without almost un-percivable calm, her addressed a defiant Rosanna in rather consoling tones. Stating her punishment, missing the next Gather and put on water-rations. Not only that, she'd become his personal apprentice, so he could keep an eye on her, and if she created any more mischief, she'd be put under a larger workload than now. Not sent home.
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Now with her scolding over, punishments heaped and her not getting off water-rations for a while, Rosa continues on with her life, seriously spitting fury at her Craftmaster. Not to mention, the brats around the Hall are taking their time in getting back. Must...not... retaliate...!!
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Put under a rather strict regimened Rosanna began to learn the Weavercraft in earnest, whether she wanted to or not. Set the most difficult tasks at times, along with punishment and such, Rosa hardly had to time to eat let alone sleep, her Master watching with satisfaction as her fingers began to show evidence of multiple pricks.
At times her sketches were asked to be brought forward, and when first asked to bring them forward Rosanna had showed the drawings proudly, but the Master had snorted and waved her away. She had a long ways to go before she became a true artist of the Weavercraft. Bristling with indignation, Rosa had locked herself in her room, earnest to find a way to prove to that mangy old canine that she too could draw! Staring out her window looking for inspiration, she caught sight of the watchdragon stretching his wings in the sun, the light glinting off his blue hide. And there her inspiration came from. Days afterword, Rosa would sketch the watchdragon from his perch, practicing the body of the dragon over and over, even running extra errands around to see if she could catch sight of his rider.
Finally, after much diligent work on her project(and watching the blue in flight once or twice) Rosa showed her drawing proudly before the Master, the blue's rider wearing a rider's outfit she had thought of herself. The Master glanced over the picture quickly, looked at Rosa and then let out a bark of laughter. He told she had improved, and proved her point but that still didn't change the fact she needed more lessons! Shards.
So off Rosa was once more, on the whirl of the Weavercraft and though she still thought of it as the bane of her existence, she was starting to enjoy it.
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It was at this point in time, that one day a rather snooty girl decided she'd prank the prankster, except it was something Rosa would never have done herself. She was working on a project with the other apprentices, each doing their own hoping to move up in the ranks of apprenticeship. One morning they came into the room to continue their work, Rosanna walking over to hers very pleased with how it was coming out only to stop horrified. What she had been working on diligently the past few days lay before her in tatters, almost as if firelizards had clawed through the cloth, but it was too precise to be firelizards.
"Oh my," a sickly sweet voice said sympathetically, though a hint of triumph made its way through, "It seems the rumors about a firelizard rampage were true! I guess they just liked yours better, Rosa." The girl sat down at her own project with a shrug, completely indifferent as people snickered. Rosanna supposed she deserved it for all the things she's done before, but she couldn't help herself. The fiery rage had already begun to burn.
Snatching up the tattered mess, Rosanna set out to see what could be made of it, even as she made plans to destroy the little wench. Working quickly, Rosanna managed to save what would have been a very lovely dress, and still was. The tattered mess had been made into a type of over top, and below the mess was a nice white full cloth that completed it. Not only did Rosanna have the satisfaction of seeing the brat in shock, but that night oh how she'd find a surprise in her bed!
The girls sleeping soundly, Rosa lay awake, her blood boiling as she waited for the screams. She didn't have to wait long before they began, an evil little smirk crossing her face as every apprentice hurried out of their rooms to go see what was wrong. Rosa arrived last, nearly purring in satisfaction seeing the girl writhing in terror under a mass of various insects. As the girl's terrified gaze turned toward her, she smiled sympathetically; "Oh my, it seems the rumors about an infestation of bugs were true! I guess they just like you better than the rest of us."
Rosanna smirked once more at the girl's shriek of outrage and terror and stalked away, very aware of the wary glances sent her way though she slept peacefully that night, revenge satisfied.
The next two days saw the girl in the infirmary, and on the third day it was proven that not only had she been so frightened out of her wits as to start jumping at any 'ssking' sound, she had begun hallucinating. The girl had obviously been mentally damaged. Personally Rosa hadn't meant it to go that far, but still, she couldn't keep the self-satisfied smirk off her face, nor the laugh that rose in her chest silent.
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Her master when told this quite literally face palmed, going silent for half a candlemark (causing Rosa to twitch in nervousness of course), before he even looked at his apprentice. He was very gentle about scolding her, but Rosa came away feeling more ashamed than ever. How could anyone have ever made her feel that way!?
As she was sent away from the Weavercrat Hall, she was filled with the determination to do better than her folly here, and make sure her temper never got fully out of hand again. Perhaps someday she'd be able to return to the Hall to redeem herself, for now she needs to brace herself for her parents disappointment.
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The worst part of returning home, a vague little escort with her to make sure she didn't destroy anything, had to be facing her mother's shocked and disappointed face. Her mother could barely look her in the face without bursting out into tears after hearing the full story, her father's rage wasn't as bad as seeing her mother's tear stained face. The faces of her sister, even Darsk silently watching her from afar, eyes blank smirk gone.
Having suffered her shame over, put under punishment once more back home, Rosanna hardly payed attention as everyone whispered the happenings up at Selenitas, things that had seemed never to reach her ears at the Hall. Perhaps it was because she was in the Fort territory, or maybe the Master's just wanted to keep things secret. Curiosity got the best of her and she tended to slip into places where there was talk about, the adults thinking it was falling on deaf ears, but in truth Rosanna had begun to write important facts down in her old journals from long ago, journals that she kept her childish thoughts in and old drawings. Taking up the practice again, she wrote down what she heard and made little notes in the margins, drawing when she had the chance.
It was when the siege of Selenitas began that Rosanna truly began to understand, that what she was hearing was the whisper of war events. The war in the North slowly trickling in to the South. The siege passed, Benden Weyrleader dead along with his Weyrsecond, but now it seems that Fort had been involved and Rosanna's hopes of redeeming herself at the Weavercraft Hall would go unfulfilled as Fort turned hostile.
The attempted thief of Hepaticath's eggs only drove the stake of reality deeper and deeper as Rosa awoke to the troubles of the South. The Weyr that attempted the theft was unknown, and the matter seemed to die down as the eggs hatched producing a gold and then the Selenitas Gather began.
At thirteen Rosa was beginning to be filled with the vague hope of being Searched for a Clutch at the Weyr, the stories from her childhood replaying in her head as she slowly began to adore the dragons more and more. Then the plague struck, killing many people in her Hold. Rosanna was one of the few who were immune to the plague for some reason, and the ill people were left in her care along with a few others. Her mother and little sister fell ill, and she nearly lost both of them, though they managed to recover her mother was blinded by the sickness as it had attacked her eyes.
The Benden-Selenitas alliance began as the Turn slowly bled into 3014, Rosanna turning fifteen with it. The Selenitas river became poisoned, many in the Weyr were dead because of it.
High Reaches was destroyed by Fort a little while after that, the escapees coming to Selenitas and then of course Fort had to attack the Weyr, and Rosa was very glad that Southern Hold was a bit farther away than the others when the conflict began. Thank Faranth that Selenitas could hold their own.
And 3014 bled into 3015, Rosanna turning sixteen with a Clutch on the Sands and very much hopeful to be Searched by this point. Sadly, it didn't happen, being looked over by the dragons that came on Search. But of course, she was stuck inside for punishment(still), what made her think the greens would still sense her? Dimglowed.
Shaking off her disappointment, Rosanna moved on in life listening to the news of the Clutch hatching politely as she worked on her tasks. Finally her father's irritation subsided enough to allow her off punishment and Rosanna enjoyed her new found freedom to the fullest!
Only, it didn't last as long as she liked, her new found freedom being disturbed by the fact that the Wasterlanders overtook Selenitas, the golden queen surrendering to avoid slaughter. It sent a shock through the Hold as the rider reported it, and Rosa felt herself shiver with anger as Selenitas were dragged into the war.
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Rosanna, to her great to surprise, was Searched only days before Millieth's Clutch hatched, finding herself take to the Weyr was almost a curse and a blessing. Her vow to never do bad again escaped her when she set foot in Selenitas, especially after the horror she witnessed at the Hatching, the culling of the poor mutated dragons that their only crime was breathing. Leaving the Sands in a right fury, she instantly took to torturing those who were responsible, taking out all the old tricks once more, though granted she was a bit rusty. Z'ves was her first major victim.
Following the example of those set before her, she took pink dye and sloshed it all around his room, even painting on his door. Unfortunately for her, she found one of his trophies, a silver hairbrush that she took away with her almost completely on accident. The hunt was on. Though she's managed to avoid the man so far as she's waited for her chance to sabotage the Wastelanders reign.
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Another Turn passed almost boringly slow, candidate lessons passing slowly. The only true excitement would have been achieving the Impression of her mandyr, Cotton. A rather interesting creature though she was, she was almost apprehensive as the mandyr grew, afraid the girl would be take it upon herself to make sure Rosanna didn't break the rules. Thankfully, Cotton seemed more than willing to help, though confused by Hers undying rage and hate toward certain humans, she quickly picked up on it and other rather annoying traits of Rosanna's. Like the ability to act. Which makes it Sharding well hard to tell when she's lying, Rosanna will tell you. Ask her whether she's been into the laundry again to dry herself off after a bath, and she'll act innocent as can be while the clear evidence is right beside her.
Millieth's been caught once again, and the lessons have become mandatory, making it harder to skip out and find time to continue scheming, so most of her plans have been put on hold. As the queen's clutching comes closer, Rosanna feels her chest ease more and more with each passing day, since the day Z'ves perished and the worry of torture was eased on her mind.
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Looked over once again for another round of eggs, life passed quickly for her. The only real excitement coming with the massive earthquake that hit Selenitas in the middle of the night, she herself nearly being crushed under her bed. With a few broken bones, Rosanna managed to have Cotton hide the silver brush from Z'ves somewhere, while a fellow candidate Kaius helped her to safety.
The next few months were set on recovery, both physical and emotional (Armind, her favorite little mischief maker, had died in the earthquake), her bones and tendons snapped and stretched, leaving for a very irritated Rosanna to take out her anger on the only thing near her, that being Cotton who quickly learned to stay out of the girl's way. With her recovery process sitting her out of the next Clutch, it left her even more irritated. Not only that Cotton decided to forget where she placed Z'ves brush. Thoroughly annoyed, she and albino rider Er'ani headed back to old Selenitas, where of all things they found Armind! Over joyed at his apparent revival, they took him back, brush currently forgotten, for a happy reunion.
Golden Nirtath finally took to the skies and soon afterwords Cotton finally took it upon herself to Run, being caught by the blue Gara, Rosanna herself caught by the bluerider T'ke. It seemed Rosa had been forced to get her first time out of the way sooner than she'd hoped.
Months later it was once again time for the Hatching, and once again Rosanna was on the Sands. Only this time, things were different. This time she Impressed.
You... My rider is a prankster and a thief, is she not? No matter, I know what I am doing. I always do, the dragonet's face wrinkling into what could only be a dragon smile, removing any sting from her words, Come, Rosanna. I am Istarith, and I am hungry.
She was perfect.
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Stuck in weyrling training, Rosanna got near to none of the action though she was trained and drilled for it. The war was over by the time she was nearing her weyrling graduating date, and that was least of her problems, not that she wanted to fight anyway.
In the middle of her training, Istarith managed to wheedle Rosanna's secret obsession out of Cotton, Rosa herself going back to the old Selenitas ruins to find the now slightly tarnished silver brush, it ended up being hidden in her new weyr when she moved in. She always somehow seemed to find loose stones one way or another.
Istarith had her Maiden Flight, something so much more all consuming than Cotton's Run had ever been, Istarith over took her mind without a fight and they both led the males Chasing on a grand one, albeit short. The Flight ended when Istarith was Caught by someone Rosanna completely didn't expect and almost slapped the next morning, albino Lketh, his rider Er'ani having snagged Rosa as his own prize. Having found Er'ani's comments during their previous meetings to be more than irritating, she was more than peeved to find him beside her after Istarith's Flight thought the green was perfectly happy with her find.
Having chased the bluerider from her weyr, it was only a month later when she found out the worst.
She was Sharding pregnant!
Immediately setting off to find Er'ani to mangle him, but not surprisingly he managed to continue to slip through her fingers every which way she went. Before she caught up with the snake, and ultimately refusing every suggestion of going between, it was time to transfer. Rosanna having given up her Weavercraft apprenticeship (who in their right mind would have let her back in?), it was with a sigh of relief that she found that she would have give birth before having to transfer, having been seven months into her pregnancy at the point of the Summit and well on her way of tearing down the Weyr in her hormonal rage (surprisingly, Er'ani was no where to be found), a month and a half later Rioana was born.
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The date of her daughter's birth, it was an experience wracked with pain and threats on Er'ani's life, one's that were sadly not able to be completed as the bluerider, who managed to get into her weyr how on Pern did this happen (what healer would deny the father?), was as far from her searching hands as possible. And thus her daughter was brought into the world... via threats. Er'ani managed to take advantage of Rosa's brief lapse in brain power and collapse into exhaustion, and dubbed the child Rioana, claiming the baby girl from the healer before fleeing the room as soon as Rosa returned to wakefulness. His ears were bleeding enough thanks.
With her daughter born, she quickly set her things in order and got ready to transfer to the newly built Weyr. Shoved in Weyr with old friends and old enemies along with a growing young daughter who somehow had gotten the nasty habit of stealing everything in sight, Rosanna isn't too sure about the future.
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