Her favourite garments are a combination of purples from soft lavenders to depthless purples and various shades of blues, greens and yellows to white, but she does look great in charcoal grey.

Fashion-wise, she dresses for the weather if off-duty and her wardrobe is fairly spare. There's maybe one or two fancy dresses and the rest are something like three or four tunics and two pair of trousers, one pair of sandals, a pair of boots, economical shoes that are so worn they've conformed nicely to her feet.

She does enjoy wrapping herself up in shawls or blankets of varying hue.

716-732 & 0-12:
Sariel struggled for a while in her early years. She was often bullied by the younger and older, fitter, children at the creche but she refused to let them get to her. Sitting them down to talk with them in an attempt to understand why they acted the way they did was her way of figuring out how to avoid or evade the situation entirely.

Her curiosity was intense and she noticed that nearly everything had a pecking order from the avians to even the mighty dragons of Pern. Sariel came to understand that it was nature’s way to weed out the weak.

And right then, Sariel had been found wanting. Wow did she hate that. So much.

She knew she’d have to be stronger, faster, and succeed more if she was to prove herself worthy as a person, something that was very difficult for her to accept. Eventually, she won over the better part of her bullies with sheer kindness (not always, she's thrown her share of punches) and a willingness to help them solve their own problems or just listen. There were those who just refused to cave into her open, quiet kindness, or took it as weakness itself. In the end, she realised it only mattered as much as she let it.

The bullying was pretty nasty once someone found out her father was dragonless and hadn't suicided like a real dragonrider. Sariel was furious. Her father had tried and failed to follow his dragon, it happened. Sometimes her father, who she visited regularly in his room at Healer Hall, didn't even know who he was or where he was. And it wasn't his fault. It was the plague that did it, that took his mind and his dragon. Really, her father's loss is just another reason for her to become a dragonrider and not a stay as a Healer. Sariel wants both, a healer and a dragonrider.

When she was twelve turns, one of those bullies turned on her for a reason she’s long forgotten and tripped her down a flight of stairs.

She lay there unconscious for a while until she was found by the Headwoman, who summoned a healer (of many that there were in the Hall) to make sure the girl was alright.

Aside from a nasty concussion, Sariel was fine, which was quite a blessing. Her only lasting damage was that one of her wrists was strained (a near break) and now clicks. The incident made her wary of unknown physical contact or people she doesn't know in her personal space. Being assaulted like that was something that stuck with her but she refused to let it define her.

732-738 & 12-17: The absolute second she could jump into apprenticeship as a Healer, she did so. She was the first to arrive for lecture, the last to leave, and was a mouth of questions. Young Sariel absorbed lessons like plants did water and she grew in leaps and bounds mentally. Her knowledge was growing and it was just brilliantly fun in her eyes.

Her free periods were learning ones as much as possible. She was in the infirmary more often than not - either at Fort or other Weyrs where she'd be Standing for a queen egg. Sariel saw every healer encounter as a chance to learn something new.

By seventeen, she had developed faster reflexes, neater stitching, and sharp intelligence that served her well as a Healer. She was also, still 4'10" and kinda still a bit angry about it.

Her sexual history is lean and far between, punctuated mostly by goldflight/greenflight lust. Two months into her seventeenth turn, she found herself pregnant with L'gan's child, well children as she found out soon enough. Pregnancy seemed to make her all the more knowledge-hungry and she refused to get behind in her work. The morning sickness lasted well into her third trimester and seemed to spark in the lightless hours of said morning. It was not graceful at all.

The birth was difficult on her to the point that she nearly died bringing two children into the world. As it was, a Masterhealer was needed to get all three through without losing them.

She might have another pregnancy or two in her but it's risky.

738-740 & 17-20: Lariel and Sarion (both girls) develop well and are seen often by their mother, who by 740 has walked the tables to get her journeyknots with a determined step and a sharp eye.
740 & 21: Turn's End - Handfasts L'gan of Green Semath.
741 & 21: She suffers a deep sharp-clawed rake to her thigh as a green accidentally smashes into the first gold of the clutch and they tumble around in an effort to free themselves. She Impresses Golden Cirith moments later and L'gan tends to her wounds. An earthshake rumbles through the Hatching Sands, to which the young queen does her best to shelter her new lifemate and her weyrmate.

Addendum:
Sariel's life as a Healer has always been one of be better than perfect. She's had to work four times as hard as her male peers and continues to do so with a singleminded ferociousness.

Her knots must be better, her recollection of anatomy must be flawless, her reaction time faster, her mind sharper. She learned how to compartmentalise information, to file them into her mind, and pull them out whenever the knowledge was needed. She is very much stuck when it comes to her male peers who have one thing she doesn't (yes, it a penis, gold star). They get promoted time and time again while she has to sit there and watch them walk the tables. It has been immensely frustrating for her and she hates being ignored and told that she doesn't matter, her opinions don't matter, and when she was Searched, suddenly there was an out to an impossible situation. It was clear she'd never make Master but she did make Jr. Journeywoman.

Beyond the stodgy Healer Hall, there is so much more. She could have a weyr, a lifemate who would never tell her she was less than, who would never ignore her, and the unconditional love...

When she was Searched, she just sobbed out of relief. It was really ugly crying and the blue dragon nuzzled her and gave her all the hope he could. The bluerider just put his hand on her shoulder and everything stilled. It was such a gentle thing to do. That's when she knew in her heart that she didn't have to be stuck. Impression, as a Gold Candidate, would take her life in a completely new direction. Like dragon wings, she could rise up and fly out of the misogynistic mess. If she couldn't be a recognised Healer, by Faranth's left tit, she would be a Weyrwoman.

NOTES:
Her knowledge of anatomy was something she worked at in pen and pencil sketches.

She keeps her sketchbooks dated and in order.

She loves klah. It keeps her going when she's bone-weary.