(Mays original desc.)

A great bush of firey red hair curls in tiny circlets above her forhead often wrinckle in consternation. Beneath thick brows shine her fathers bright grey eyes and a petit button nose, chubby cheeks and rounded chin; chubby, too, her short arms reach out to grab anything new and interisting. Strong and sturdy, her short legs lack any resemblance to those of her mother, though even in their lack of lythe, bear her with uncommon grace and agility.

(May's current desc.)

A great bush of fiery red hair curls in tiny circlets above her slender forehead often wrinkled in consternation. Beneath thin brows shine her father's bright grey eyes and a petite button nose, freckled cheeks and rounded chin; freckled, too, her slender arms often just reach out and take anything she wants. Strong and sturdy she is looking more and more like her mother every day, long legs bearing her with uncommon grace and agility.
The flame of red curls is complimented by the foresty greens of May's simple sun dress. Thin straps curve over slender shoulders with green firelizards embroidered in mirthful play. Those same mischievous creatures also play along the high waist line ribbon that gently circles just below a developing breast and ties at May's upper back in an elaborate bow. From there the soft fabric flows in simple folds to a few inches above her knees. Lengthy legs can then be admired down to her forest green enshrouded feet, the left slipper accented by a simple golden anklet with an emerald eyed firelizard pendant.




Darling and lovely, thats May if you dont know her well. ;) She was born at Telgar Weyr to Lady Gamma, rider of golden Spectreth, and the not so fatherly T'lor, rider of bronze Jisanth.

She was a spritly tot, with boundless curiosity and endless energy. She went through nannies like peanuts for the first few years of her life, Gamma unable to find one that would stick with the job for long. May was very good at sneaking away and getting into situations that would cause anyone's heart to stop. When May was around three turns old the Igen situation took her mother and their little family to a new home in the Rukbat burned deserts of Pern. May /adored/ this change. Now, she was not only a Weyrwomans only child, she was /the/ Weyrwomans only child. The whole of Igen seemed to think that lavishing May with toys and treats was a good way to thank Gamma for her deliverance of Yaluta. And did May mind this? Not one itty bitty bit, she sucked it up.

And at this point another prominant figure in May's current life came into play, her Unkle G'min. Who was Garmin when he first came to Igen. It wasnt long though, before he impressed to the most hansome of dragons, Eratoth. G'min is now Weyrleader of Igen, with his sister Gamma as his Sr. QueenRider. But /thats/ a whole other story.

May lucked out once more at Igen, finding herself a nanny she could coerce into just about anything, yet Kilmara was still able to keep May from her more dangerous stunts, and that is what impressed Gamma. Kilmara tended to May for many turns, constantly seen chasing the girl across the bowl, or storming into the LC to find May skipping out of Harper lessons. Granted, this did wear on poor Kilmara's heart and mind, having to constantly deal with the stress of an extreamly spolied child, yet she felt unable to really punish May, fearing Gamma's dissaproval.

In the end, when May was of an age that she no longer needed a constant attendant, Kilmara retired perminantly from her nanny duties. She was still young, but she was not willing to take the chance of getting another charge like lovely May.

From that time on May learned to be a little more discrete about her adventures. She had gathered quite a following of other youngsters from the lower caverns, her group not quite the bullies, but definitely a force to be contended with and respected by their peers. They got into many... incidents. Thus causing Gamma a bit more stress than she was used to, Kilmara usually handled any upset residents or riders. But, with the nanny gone, the Weyrwoman had to placate and compensate for her daughters mishaps.

Those mishaps began to stack up, one after another, after another, after another. May didnt seem to care if she got in trouble, nothing that was really all that bad could be done to her. She felt invinceable. Until Gam's finally put her foot down... hard. One final incident involving a deep purple dye in the baths that turned several people into smurfs sent May packing off to her birth Weyr of Telgar, complete with a note to Toria about May's new restrictions and responsibilities. As well, two riders, a weyrmated pair, were sent to keep an eye on May... all the time. They were her _constant_ companions. Every where she went at least one of them went with her. Meals, baths, walks around the bowl, she could not escape them no matter how hard she tried.

May absolutely hated this. She was torn from her friends, flung into the icy (to her) climate of Telgar's mountains, forced to have a constant shaperone, life just wasn't fun and she took it out on most every Telgarian she met. Grumpy, irritable, snappish. She didnt make many friends.

Things staied that way for quite a few sevendays, Gamma refusing to take May back until some sense was knocked into the girl. May, just as stubbornly, refusing to let any sense get knocked in. So, said sense crept its way in gradually.

She found a partner in crime after Telgar's Queen laid a clutch of eggs and candidates came streaming in. One bouncie and highly energetic Hotaru snapped May right out of her dark and cloudie mood, shocking her into giggles and forming a fast friendship. The two shopped and spent Gamma's marks, got into little scuffs, but nothing out of the ordinary. May had learned a thing or two about subtly and sneekieness. She had to in order to have any privacy with her weyrmated chaperones. So, when things did get a little out of the ordinary, May and Hotaru made sure they were the least suspected. "Garlic in the bubblies? We were out helping clean dragons at the lake all day!" except the ten minutes it took to spie the bubblies cooling and the clove of garlic just begging to be tucked in. They would giggle about it in private, for the chaperones had let up a little on their choke hold, but Hotaru and May had found a certain art form in tricks with out getting caught. They might have gotten to a point of terrorizing the Weyr, but just as things seemed to be going so well, they changed once more.

The eggs Hotaru was searched for finally hatched, including a gold egg. And when that little desert yellow creature looked at Hotaru, May knew with out her saying a word. Hotaru impressed gold Isaramaath and went into the busy life of Weyrling training, no longer with idle times on her hands, she was flung into a life of many hours of study and work. Not only that, but Gamma finally decided May was ready to come home. Yet again, she was taken from something she had just gotten used to and was shoved back into a life where the majority of her old friends were afraid to even speak to her less they get in trouble.

Again, May was not a happy camper. She bided her time around Igen for a little while, and then, glory of all glories, she was searched! Sayurith had clutched on the sands and hardening eggs now graced Igen with their presence. And once May was settled into the barracks she assumed an attitude of snobbery. Of course /she/ was searched. Her parents ride both gold and bronze. She was _destined_ to be a goldrider herself and everyone had better realize that! Or so was her thinking at the time. It didn't matter that Sayurith hadn't lain any such gold egg. Sayurith was a young gold, she just didn't know the gold egg was out there. So May went about picking out all the yellow tinted eggs on the sands. Any egg that was the slightest bit bigger and had even a tiny bit of goldish tint to it was her egg. Hers! Through out her candidacy she was somewhat aloof and demanding. Chores didn't go well, but she survived until the hatching. On that day she hopped around each egg she had pegged for gold, and got upset at each one for not hatching her gold. When all was said and done, she was left on the sands with the others. Gamma, again, was blamed for all her troubles.

She kept to herself allot after that. The disappointment and reality shock of not impressing, the trauma of being trapped, and the thought that her mother really could care less about her was a little much for her to handle. But she did slowly recover. Gradually came back into life. A visit from Hotaru was the most beneficial. And on that visit Gamma decided to tell May of a camp at Telgar May was going to attend. Since Hottie was there, Hottie plaid transport, and once at Telgar, Hottie plaid host. The camp never happened, but May staid at Telgar for another extended visit. Hotaru and May were back to their old habits, though now things began to center more on boys than pranks. Hotaru had developed to a stick like figure while May had more curves than she knew what to do with. They would sit and rant for hours about which was better, and really did try to find a way to swap May's excess to Hotties lack and make a happy medium in them both. But that was only until May got the idea to go visit mother.

Back to her usual self, having almost completely blocked out the hatching and the catacomb events, May cooked up the idea to give Gamma a gift. A tree. A rather large tree. Set neatly in the middle of Gamma's weyr. May herself isn't entirely sure why she did it. But deep down, it was a lash back at Gamma for not being there when May was trapped, even if it wasn't the Weyrwoman's fault. At any rate, Gamma's retaliation was to send May a nice little letter, thanking her for the gift and sending regretful news that May's cherished bed had been destroyed in an 'accident'. May was absolutely livid. She was so enraged that she couldn't even think of a way to get back at Gamma. She stalked around Telgar for quite a while, deliberating on her options, but none fit. She finally got so angry that she went back to Igen and found Gamma in the kitchens. The battle ensued, but Gamma came out the victor. May conceded Gamma's authority over her as her Weyrwoman, but not as her mother. It was then that May was assigned to Perdita and Noa. Because of this argument with Gamma, May has become a little more... behaved? Not that she's giving up her troublesome ways, but she can see that she's pushed Gamma to the limit and she is biding her time. She's also just turned seventeen, and she's maturing a little. That tantrum backfired on her completely this time, she can't get away with that sort of thing any more and she realizes that now. So, she is waiting for something to come up, something to happen, or some idea that will lead her to finally getting the upper hand with her mother. In her mind it's all about a battle for her right to be her own person and not have to answer to Gamma. Silly in a way since Gamma will always be a Weyrwoman, no matter if May is all grown up and on her own or not.

Perdita now, has become May's second best friend. Perdi was assigned the task of finding May a new bed by Gamma. A cot was suggested. But when the Headwoman went to find the dimensions of May's room, she also found May's dismantled bed in Gamma's bathing area. Perdi put the whole thing back together and May was absolutely gooey over the it all. The two have become good friends, Perdita sharing details of her new relationship with May and the pair often seen giggling over their work. In this aspect May quite enjoys her 'work' time with Perdita.

Things have gone on this way for a while and now Spectreth has dropped a clutch of eggs on the sands, including a gold egg. May's not quite sure how she feels about this, and her feelings have been compounded by Nest and Echo asking her to become a candidate. Shes accepted, but shes worried. Not that she's showing it all that much. Yet still, shes been caught a few times just sitting and thinking with an oddly contemplative expression on her face.



This is May's Mamma Gamma, granted the dragon isnt exactly Pernease, but shes got that look about her that is all the confidence and power of Spectreth, and that beautiful lady down there is most definately, Gamma. ;) *beam* "Isnt my Mamma pwiddy??" We saw this at Dragon Con and just /had/ to get a print. I love it!




This picture is By Ruth Thompson and copyrighted, for more info and more /wonderful/ art, please go to Ruth Thompson's Tarnished Images