Zhyfene
Liquid apple-gold tresses haunt the wraithlike facade, trimmed short and left to curl below earlobes, though hues of alkaline rust mar the chaste purity of sweet honey-blonde. The gift of height exaggerates the wispy thinness of her fleeting, fickle beauty, length suffusing gaunt limbs and delicate fingers while muted caramel-cream imbues unblemished skin with little feminine curvature. Smokey shadow-grey frosts a solemn silver gaze set widely above an exquisite nose and thin marzipan lips, distinct cheekbones tapering to a dulled point at a mild jaw.
Zhyfene is 33 Turns, 4 months, and 25 days old.

Lord Jiahpa and Lady Zetkia didn't really need any more children at Southern Hold. Really, they didn't. But with seven children spawned beforehand, they were on a roll, and so it was scarcely a year after her seventh child that Zetkia introduced Zhyfene into the world. A slender wraithe of a child, she grew up as a shadow to her elder sister Ghenfyn, who's ... unusual ... antics convinced her that perhaps being a prude wasn't such a bad thing. Alas, being pulled into her sister's conniving service did lend her a bit of a complex -- but that's a different story. When Ghenfyn departed, Zhyfene found herself at a loss, and soon enough it was /her/ turn to figure out what she was going to do with herself. So she left Southern Hold and traced her way across the continent, finding herself drifting from Hold to Weyr to Weyr to Weyr ... and suddenly, into Alhadnayith's mind, where she's finally found a home.

Alhadnayith
Protected beneath a fae shroud of liquid silver, emerald and verdant shed an ethereal brilliance from headknob to tail-tip upon this broad-shouldered dragon. Like a waterfall of fairy lights against cool moss, a drapery of verdure dapples her neckridges to the tip of her forked tail, marking out the bulky heaviness of her torso, herbescent shades catching flecks of gold as they burrow deep beneath her lime-smoothed belly. Reminiscent of polished beryl, her pinions bear an almost ghostly hue, tempering the luminous absinthe that holds her wings within its grasp, yellow-green to their trailing tips.
Worked to an almost silky suppleness while still retaining their strength, Alhadnayith's straps have been dyed a fine deep black, studded with brightly-polished bits of clips and buckles.
Alhadnayith is 15 Turns, 0 months, and 26 days, with a length of 25.75 meters, and a wingspan of 42.92 meters.