Kym's History
Born to cotholders in Bitra, Kymra
generally loathed her early lifestyle: betting and cheating, learning to be proper.
Indeed, Kymra was anything but proper. Fostered to the main Hold at the age of eight, she
learned to hide from her
fostermother in the dank caverns, making few friends. Stealing from the Hold one night at
the age of fifteen, she journeyed to Ruatha, making the Hold her new home.
Ruatha proved much better for the shy teen. Becoming bolder day by day, she even learned
to sew...somewhat. Everything changed when Talina, a rider from Bahrain, ordered the
grumbling girl to cart bundles of yarn to the courtyard. Green Jiyuth, bells a'jingling,
snuffled and whuffled, until Talina was obliged to
ask Kymra to Stand for the hardening clutch upon the Weyr's sands. Kymra, surprised and
shocked, agreed, and took up the life as a Candidate. Friends were made and kept, and the
Hatching grew nearer. Eggs rocked, cracked, and Impressed, leaving Kymra without a dragon.
Kymra stayed on at the Weyr, agreeably taking up the position of Assistant Steward.
Monitoring the dye supplies and grumbling about the tithes have become commonplace...yet
Kymra, as much as she won't admit it, has come to call the Weyr home.
Recently, the Assistant Steward had another shock -- while talking to a friend from the
last clutch, C'zar, his playful bronze decided to literally pin Kym's arms to her sides.
Asarith informed Caz that he wouldn't let her go, either,
unless she agreed to Stand a second time; Bahrain's four queens had clutched, and a
surplus of eggs required more Candidates then usual. Kymra conceeded, as long as C'zar
promised to let her use his 'lucky robe,' which had been worn by a number of successful
Candidates in previous Turns -- Katrina, Rowena, A'razi, and C'zar himself. Kymra never
did like sewing.
Hatching day arrived at last. Nervous and jittery,
despite her insistance that she was just fine -- an old hand at Hatchings -- Kymra made
her way out onto the Sands, close behind fellow candidates Nehyn and Eldana. Taking turns
hiding behind and providing shelter for the other two, Kym did the traditional
shuffle-of-feet while the eggs hatched. Midway through, a Mysterious Lady Green Dragonet
noted the ragtag robe, and decided to whip loiterer Kym into shape. Flooding her mind came
the delightful voice, along with the words,
>>I am... Gwyneth.<<
Kym's Firelizards
Kym's Logs
