She's sarcasm embodied, but hides it well within the vapid and sparse-lashed stare. And for all of her classic coloring -- bright gold hair and near-flawless skin to match the bright blue gaze -- she'll never be a beauty, and her slow gain on promised height has not eliminated the chubbiness of her prepubescent curves. If there's something elegant within that frame, its the twin lengths of her braids, grown to reach a widened waist.

Her knot is the exception to her customary black -- the silver, purple, and white of a Xanadu Weyr candidate.

That is craddled in Riain's arms.

Something wicked this way comes ...

Riain looks to be in her late teens.