Rank Grade 3
Specialty Dragon Healing
Mentor K'vin
Posting Xanadu Weyr


Saige's hair is a dark brown that fades into a light honey brown at the tips. Tightly braided against her head, it reaches down to mid-back, where it's tied off in a green colored ribbon. Hazel eyes, sharp, inquisitve, peer out of a heart shaped face with a pointed chin. Thin lips help offset a button nose. She's slim, and a bit tall at around 5'9.

Saige's clothes are simple, as it comes: she wears a pair of weathered brown boots, and black trousers. Tucked into the trousers are a sage-green tunic, with tied off sleeves at her elbow. She carries a small pack that rests on her side, and has a small faded ribbon with a simple dragon charm on it on her right wrist.


The second daughter and youngest child of L'kae and Saia, Saige was born in Ierne Weyrhold and brought up with the blessings of the whole hold. L'kae was a brown rider, and Saia was a healer stationed to the hold that fell in love and had both girls. Her older sister was never around much, being quite a few years older, and when Saige was just three she was sent off to the main Healing school at Fort Hold- an Ierne brat, one might say.

Saige then was brought up around both dragon and healing proccesses; when she turns eight, she boldy asked her mother and father to go to the Ierne School for DragonHealing, not to much surprise or startlement. She wasn't offically allowed to train, but she could watch. Although never really shown a passion for really riding a dragon, she showed one in being able to take care of one when it was hurt. An easily biddable soul, she was happy to just go around and hold materials for the certified DragonHealers; post that period, when she was fourteen, she was offically accepted and started training to actually become certified.

For the next four years, Saige would see little of L'kae or Saia, or of any of her real Ierne family, as she called them. Instead, she was too busy learning about the sicknesses and illnesses that can befall a dragon, learning how to treat hidecrack infections, and how to spot constipation- to most, a nasty, semi-disgusting job, but for Saige, it seemed just as normal as anything else out there. When she turned just seventeen and a half, she was awarded her level two certification for dragonhealing.

Extremely pleased with herself, Saige continued on her lessons with a dedicated, firm vengance; to become adn treat the dragons as her friends, not just as patients, and to reassure the riders in question; for she herself understands that dragons are improtant for everything, and are as needed on Pern as anything else is. She sat the 'tests' needed and recived her level three certification once again, shortly after her twentieth and a half birthday.

Now an offical, Certified Dragonhealer, Saige turned back to her family, and the discussed the obvious: where to go from there. Considering her passion, Saia suggusted heading to the High Tech Hatching Facility and the DragonHealer School Annex in Xanadu. L'kae and Saige both liked this idea, and with bags packed, it was off to Xanadu she goes.


Name Relation Location Position
L'kae Father Ierne Weyrhold Brownrider to Bretath
Saia Mother Ierne Weyrhold Journeywoman Healer


Lurking in the Forest Green Ulaekimajith
While this average sized green lacks uniqueness in her build she certainly makes it up with her coloring. Her broad maw is dipped in a deep forest green, creeping down her thick neck and halting at her barrel chest. Blotches of fern dapple over her hide, slipping along her wide forehead and stubby headknobs. Olive has been smeared under her large eyes, highlighting their bony structure and drawing one further into her gaze. All along her back fern, olive and forest green mingle, creating a camouflage pattern that could easily hide the dragon outdoors. Each of her sharply curved ridges is dipped in army green, muting their sharpness as they make their way down her whip-like tail. Springing out from her frame are two large wings, each speckled with the same shrouding shades of her top half, her needle like spars dipped in gray asparagus. Army green suffocates her stocky limbs, deepening to a green so dark that it can be mistaken with black as it reaches her large paws. In shocking contrast with the rest of her dull coloring the dragon's underbelly and tail are highlighted in vibrant honeydew. Streaks of lime crackle amongst the honeydew, brightening the hue even further.

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