Life happened. Istabitha’s moved off planet and became a different world called “The Vella Crean.” Alseras formed a strong friendship with the bright eyed Weyrwoman who faced her own heartbreak and battles. Courts formed. The world closed. Alseras continued to do her part as a dragon rider, and now as a member of the council.
| Name Alseras | |
| Age Age is meaningless. | |
| Appearance Tall, wirey, Alseras moves with the ease of a general and a soldier, a dragonrider used to spending long hours in the sky and caring for a dragon. Her hair is a little longer than shoulders length and peppered with gray and silver; she thinks it makes her look distinguished. With pale gray eyes that have seen too much, Alseras has been a constant presence at the Vella Crean. | |
| Personality Alseras is a diplomat. She is gentle with her words but does not give in to acts of bravado. She is strong, committed, passionate about her beliefs and her support of the Vella Crean. She thinks twice before speaking and has a way with words. She was probably one of the few who could stand up to Maramia, and continues to do so. | |
| Ability Alseras is completely human. She does not seem to be aging further, but that might be less to do with her abilities, and more so to do with an annoying green eyed scientist. |
Alseras does not understand how to the timey wimey manipulations worked. She understands she was a young girl on Pern, a minor holder’s daughter who was searched by a blue rider with eyes that sometimes seemed to glint gold in the sunlight.
She was brought to “Dragonhope Weyr”. A lot of what transpired, she has little memory of. But there was a group of them, shepherded about by a pair of pale skinned dark eyed sisters who spoke in riddles. Of time and meddling and meeting again.
Alseras was too busy training to become a real dragonrider to pay attention.
She was the last of their “group”, and once Fliphith and she graduated from the ranks as dragon riders, they found themselves as Istabitha’s.
They were not the only ones to end up at Istabitha’s, but she did not see the sisters again. Not for decades.
Life happened. Istabitha’s moved off planet and became a different world called “The Vella Crean.” Alseras formed a strong friendship with the bright eyed Weyrwoman who faced her own heartbreak and battles. Courts formed. The world closed. Alseras continued to do her part as a dragon rider, and now as a member of the council.
Her Fliphith clutched dragons that were not Pernese, but Light Court, Dark Court, Blood court. She gave birth to sons and daughters who had the same look of ambition in their eyes that she had had, once.
The world closed, the Death Court launched their battles, and Alseras continued to preservere.
It was only when the world opened back up and a certain scientist returned, she saw two familiar faces. Faces that had not aged in decades, and looked almost identical. Sisters who had impressed at Dragonhope.
“Timey wimey” they explained, with laughing smiles. “We promised our Shy that we would keep an eye on the timeline.”