And Then You Die Green Yanijath
| And Then You Die Green Yanijath | |
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| Impressee | Evali |
| Hatching Date: | 12 August, 2011 Day 22, Month 6, Turn 26 |
| Current Age: | 42 turns |
| Egg Name: | Burst of Static Egg |
| Size: | 19.8 feet |
| Dam: | Imperial Faberge Garden Gold Iovniath |
| Sire: | Kinetic Knucklebones Bronze Cadejoth |
| Lineage: | Here |
| Clutch: | Clutch:41 |
| Egg Credit: | G'brion |
| Dragon Credit: | Messages by K'del; everything else by Tiriana |
| Puppeteer: | Taikrin |
Contents
Burst of Static Egg
A curiously hypnotizing pattern of black and white dots covers the shell of this middling-sized egg. The longer one looks, the more the pattern seems to shift, the dots moving about and growing smaller and larger. It must be some kind of optical illusion, or maybe the heat of the sands? Weird.
The peculiar patterns on the Burst of Static Egg seem to shift even more than they usually do. This time, however, it seems to be because the egg itself is moving, rocking backwards and forwards with a growing intensity. Clearly, the hatchling inside is impatient to get on with it all, eager to see the world beyond.
And Then You Die Green
Eerie and ethereal, this tiny green near pulses with the light of Beyond. From the tip of her pointed nose, on down every spiky, irregular neckridge to a whipcord tail, she gleams with the yellow-green of foxfire. She's skin and bones, her ribs outlined, while too-short forelegs combine with too-long rear legs to give her a queer scuttling gait. Her paws are likewise outsized for one of her dimensions, with particularly long toes that end in razor claws. All told, it makes her clumsy on her feet, but the mischief that sparks in her luminous eyes more than plays off any klutziness that might result. And in the end it's truly her wings that are her delight, anyway: long, narrow, so delicate they're nearly transparent but for the glowing veins that trace over their celadon lengths. Ungainly on land she might be, but the air promises something more.
Temperament
Don't let the outside fool you: Yanijath is all heart, bursting with joie de vivre despite her spiky exterior. Outgoing, impetuous, and materialistic, she's the girlfriend you never had and, come to think of it, probably never wanted, either.
From the get-go, Yanijath is a bubbly soul, one who'll take as quickly to her clutchmates and friends as she did to you. She tends to gather other people around her, quickly becoming close to dragons like Amareth. A chatterbox in youth, she's prone to flights of fancy and bursts of enthusiasm that might catch you off guard. She's a dragon who feels strongly, good or bad-mostly good, at least. It's hard to get her down, and your own silence will be met with exasperation and gentle chiding. She wants you to get out there and enjoy things, and may occasionally nudge you into situations you're not completely comfortable with. « All I did was tell Rhazekth that you and his rider should go dancing together. It would be /fun/, Evvy! Fun is good! » She likes nicknames, and will use them for most everyone - whether they enjoy them or not.
It's too bad Yanijath will be such a klutz in her early years - the first dragon people look at when the oil tubs get knocked over, or when someone's prized possession gets ruined. She doesn't /mean/ to, but if there's trouble around, Yanijath is probably somehow involved. Something was interesting! Someone said she couldn't, so she clearly had to prove them wrong! Her tail just got in the way! Okay... maybe she was trying to hit Vysravth with it, but only because she wanted to see what would happen if she did! And maybe a little bit because it was funny. It's not always her fault, though: sometimes, it almost seems as though Yanijath attracts trouble, like a little bad-luck charm.
She's a dragon that appreciates the finer things in life: expensive fabrics, fine leather, the very best in herdbeast. But between her growth spurts (tiny though they are), the constant oiling, and the rigor of weyrling life, she'll find it nearly impossible to treat herself in the manner to which she is accustomed-or at least thinks she should be accustomed. Weyrling lessons will bore her, on top of all that. It's not that she's dumb, because she's really not. She's just, well, a little airheaded sometimes-some would go so far as to call her shallow, but it will never dampen her spirit. She's happy with who she is, and everyone else? Is just going to have to live with it.
With time, though, Yanijath will grow into herself, and if she'll always be small and awkward-looking, she'll learn how to carry herself to minimize at least most of the gawkiness of her build. She might even learn how to husband her energy so she doesn't run out without notice. But land will never be her strongest suit, even then: she's a dragon who loves water and air much more than the earth.
After all, what is there to see on land? It's all dusty earth and trees with pollen that makes her sneeze and why bother with that when there's the ocean and the sky all around her? Yanijath isn't an explorer; that's too studious, too scientific. No, she's an adventurer. She'll never see a cliff without wanting to dive off it, a star without wanting to fly to it, or a lake without wanting to see what's waiting for her at the bottom.
You'll probably have to work hard to control those impulses, Evali-or at least to get her to let you hop off before she tries to dive to the bottom of the sea. And in the end, why would you want to quell them more than that? It's not so much that Yanijath bridles at restrictions like Ysavaeth or Sforzath, or wants to see how dangerous she can be. It's just that when it comes to living life, safety is low on her list of priorities, when there's just so much, well-/living/ to do instead. She'll always bubble over with sheer joy and an infectious giggle that will have you and everyone else following along in her wake.
Of course, it can't all be sunshine and rainbows: like most females, Yanijath can have her moods. Most of them are brief-lived and harmless-an internal eye roll, a huffy little sigh that makes it plain just how exasperated she is with somebody else's stupidity. She has an excellent memory for a dragon, especially where faces are concerned. In fact, Yanijath loves categorizing people: she'll put everyone she meets into one. At least one. Maybe more. Sometimes, she can be a little bit obsessive.
On top of this, Yanijath is a natural flirt. Hers is the sort of charm that means she always knows what to say. And unlike Ysavaeth's coyness, there's no calculation in it for your little green. She just /is/ that way, all the time: a brush of a wing here for this male, a sweet little compliment for that. She genuinely enjoys their presence and she won't shy from sharing her affections about where she pleases, with just a mild chastisement for any that get too possessive of her free spirit.
In flights, she's much the same as ever. An acrobat even by green standards, Yanijath will delight in the feel of air beneath her long wings, and she'll lead the males on a merry chase, laughing all the way. They might balk at playing chicken with the Seven Spires but your Yanijath never will, and it's only boldness that will ever win her heart, even for a little while.
In the end, Yanijath is likely nothing that you want and everything you need. She's your bold adventuress, your comfort in trouble and encouragement in fear. You might have two decades on Yanijath, but she thinks of herself as the older sister all the same. She /knows/ things, you see. Things you can't even dream of.
Public Impression Message
And Then You Die Green Hatchling has just barely righted herself from her most /recent/ tumble when her whole body turns rigid, seeking eyes caught upon some distant target. She very nearly trips herself once again in her haste to get moving, but this time, she manages to stay on her feet right until the moment she flings herself at Evali, quite possibly sending them both flying. Impression? Well, there's no doubt about that.
Private Impression Message
Do you both go flying in that moment when your eyes meet hers? Could you possibly care? Bubbling, infectious laughter springs as if out of nowhere, then, dancing through your head in a spritely caress that rushes straight for your heart. Whirling blue eyes seek yours; in the space of a moment, Yanijath makes herself at home, curling tendrils of celadon-and-silver possessively about your very soul. « Mine, » she tells you, her girlish giggle as amused as it is determined. « You're all mine, Evvy, forever and ever. Happy thoughts! Now: get me something to eat before I /die/. »
Mindvoice
Yanijath is all bubbles and light, mentally, rich with infectious laughter and dizzying glee. There's something luminous about her presence in your mind - she gleams so brightly, and with such enthusiasm, that it may be difficult to ignore her even when you /really/ want to. In reaching out to others, she may occasionally spin threads of celadon-and-silver, something akin to her father's chains, but she doesn't seek to bind anyone but you: for everyone else, she's rather more like a butterfly, flitting in and out according to her whims.
Itchyspots
Like many of her clutchmates, Yanijath loves oil. Loves, loves, loves. If you're willing, she'll encourage you to oil her whenever you get the chance - it makes her so pretty! It makes her so happy! How could it be wrong? In particular, she'll itch around her outlined ribs, needing special attention to keep the hide there supple. She's not really a complainer, not even when she's itching the most, but that doesn't mean she won't let you know - cheerfully, enthusiastically, and with a definite desire for it to be done /right now, thank you very much/.
Dragon Inspiration
Your Yanijath was inspired by the 2003-2004 Showtime TV series 'Dead Like Me', with particular inspiration taken from the gravelings - creatures invisible to most people who arrange the deaths of those who will need to be reaped. She's also heavily drawn from the character of Betty Rhomer, whose energy and enthusiasm seemed a perfect match for what you wanted in a dragon. Her name, of course, comes from you!
Egg Inspiration: TV snow/static.
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