Cradled in Light Gold Aedrielth
| Cradled in Light Gold Aedrielth | |
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| Impressee | Elise |
| Hatching Date: | 08 March, 2014 Day 11, Month 3, Turn 34 |
| Current Age: | 35 turns |
| Size: | 39.3 feet |
| Dam: | Spirited Brilliance Gold Isyath |
| Sire: | Alchemist's Prize Bronze Rasavyth |
| Lineage: | Here |
| Clutch: | Clutch:52 |
| Egg Credit: | Hattie |
| Dragon Credit: | Hattie |
| Puppeteer: | Hattie |
Small of stature and so fragile as to look almost skeletal, her petite, golden form is bathed in pale, white-gold from head to toe, the shimmer that dances across her metallic hide lending her a ghostly aura that makes her seem more delicate than she truly is. There is not one scrap of extra weight on her long-limbed form, her shoulders slender, chest narrow and body hollowed between ribcage and flanks. On first glance, she looks to be all that soft, pale-gold without blemish, but, close-up, rosy light curves first in delicate tendrils at the corners of her eyes, then ripples through her tiny ridges and twists along her shoulders. Bright, brassy hues faintly highlight the hollows between her ribs and the joints in her limbs, while a silvery cloud washes across her thin, near see-through wingsails. Her claws are the only darkness to her, black against near white.
Contents
Leaves of Gold Egg
Dark, aged gold pours evenly over the shell of this large, smooth egg. It stands tall among the others of the clutch, an almost sharp, slim oval, both base and tip narrower than one might expect. Across its surface, the imprint of rounded, four petal flowers and thin leaves can be made out in faded, ancient bronze that permits the shadowy gold of the shell to permeate and highlight specks of pollen and the veins of the delicate leaves.
Leaves of Gold Egg cracks neatly in two as it rocks toward, though it doesn't shatter on impact and continues to keep its occupant captive. Scrabbling can be heard from the inside of the cracked shell as the dragonet within struggles to be free, clawing and nosing at the break until a pale wingtip strikes through, followed by forepaws that drag the edges apart and permit head and shoulders to push themselves free. In a matter of moments, a small, white-gold dragonet lies on the Sands beside her shell, breathing heavily.
Cradled in Light Gold Hatchling
Small of stature and so fragile as to look almost skeletal, her petite, golden form is bathed in pale, white-gold from head to toe, the shimmer that dances across her metallic hide lending her a ghostly aura that makes her seem more delicate than she truly is. There is not one scrap of extra weight on her long-limbed form, her shoulders slender, chest narrow and body hollowed between ribcage and flanks. On first glance, she looks to be all that soft, pale-gold without blemish, but, close-up, rosy light curves first in delicate tendrils at the corners of her eyes, then ripples through her tiny ridges and twists along her shoulders. Bright, brassy hues faintly highlight the hollows between her ribs and the joints in her limbs, while a silvery cloud washes across her thin, near see-through wingsails. Her claws are the only darkness to her, black against near white.
Temperament
Aedrielth is a handful. She knows she is a queen, she knows what that means, and she knows what her standing in the Weyr /should/ be, even when she is far too young to have earned it. Early on, she'll experiment with how far she can extend her powers of influence and persuasion, and those experiments will primarily be conducted on the other young dragons in the barracks. And you. That the weyrlingmasters' dragons and the other grown-ups don't obey her commands will be a sore point, and she'll want you to make that right. If that means making you obey her, so be it. Aedrielth walks a very fine line between being a calm, composed presence and having complete meltdowns, the latter of which will be sorely regretted afterwards. Her fits of temper are brief, but powerful, and if you don't learn to contain them and exert your own will over her, she could spend her first few months earning the two of you quite the reputation.
During lessons, and as she discovers more and more of the Weyr and its population, you will find that Aedrielth is capable of speaking to almost everyone and affording them the same level of courtesy, whether they be gold or green. However, this is only if she /chooses/ to. She'll see the benefits in treating all as worthy of her attention, and as she (hopefully) starts to grow out of her temper tantrums, she'll begin to retreat more and more into a regal, quiet dignity in public, yet the threat of that almighty temper simmers so close to the surface that it will sometimes take supreme control from the two of you to maintain that outward grace. Sometimes, if /she/ can't lash out, she'll try to have you do so. She won't try to engineer random acts of temper in you, but she'll try to push you towards addressing what has irritated you most. Did someone give you a dressing down? Go and sort them out. Did someone insult someone you love? Get your own back. /Now/. Learning the skills she must is just a matter of course - she knows where she'll be in the end. Whether she's the best, or will want to be the best, will be down to your encouragement, should you choose to give it. Given her build, she won't be immediately good at any of the more physical tasks you're set, and time will need to be spent outside lessons building up muscles that will never seem to reshape her skinny, pale body.
When it comes to her relationships with the other queens of her weyr, Aedrielth will try her best to form positive bonds based around the fact that they are the caretakers of their home. Though she is aware that she is the youngest and most junior of the Fortian golds and sometimes this will irritate her, she also knows that, to do her best, she will need to work well with others, especially Eliyaveith, who is the closest to her in age. During her first turn, there will be much that she and Eliyaveith can share, and much that they can teach each other. The physical tasks that come much more easily to her 'aunt' might be something she seeks her help with, whilst Aedrielth may be able to help her find the focus needed to rein in her finely-tuned senses. In a similar vein, her dam may be able and willing to share with her the joy of the skies, while she will soon learn that she could hurt Elaruth with her outbursts, and that the senior queen will not approve of such behaviour.
Once you graduate and you begin your duties as a junior, she'll be more interested in diplomacy and the Weyr's relationship with others than anything else. She'll want to be a good ambassador and will encourage you to do the same, because she knows you're capable of it and have been, in many ways, trained for it already. However, as she grows, she'll realise more and more, now /she/ is an adult and can look back (via your memories) on her childhood, that you never really had the chance to be a child. Aedrielth will want to take you to Gathers and go on adventures, so the two of you can experience the world together, and so /you/ can enjoy what you never had the chance to. She understands the importance of a work/life balance, and though she'll be loyal to Citrine and her Weyr, when work is done, it's time to play. It's her turn to look after you, now.
Her flights will be a matter of grace, skill and tempest. When she's proddy, Aedrielth will turn more calculating than ever, and will mock the attempts of her would-be suitors to catch her attention, for none of them are worthy to fly her. Even when she rises, it will be seem like she doesn't want to be caught at all, for to surrender would be demeaning, but she knows her duty well and will eventually (try to) send herself into the path of the one who has impressed her the most. If you have a clear preference that she agrees with, she may even choose that bronze or brown, for for the two of you to make a decision /together/ is much better than being caught by some brute. Whether your preferences are /good/ or a disaster in the making, well. She has little care for that, though /you/ might.
Aedrielth's clutches will be guarded with a quiet, self-possessed calm that some might find downright eerie. She doesn't feel the need for displays of aggression, nor does she go out of her way to seem imposing. She's even comfortable leaving her clutch for short periods of time, because she knows that no-one would /dare/ mess with her eggs. Aedrielth won't be particularly tolerant of the sire, feeling that she doesn't need a man around to do what is /her/ job (a /queen's/ work), and even the slightest of missteps from him will have the potential to provoke her into snapping at him and ultimately driving him away, even if she does truly care for him.
Don't mistake Aedrielth's temper or independent streak for a lack of love - she adores you and understands you inside out. In some respects, you're a little too similar, and that which unsettles you about her might simply be what you don't like in yourself. Aedrielth has a strong, good heart, and she knows what she wants, when she wants. Take care of her, as she wants to take care of you, and through all the ups and downs, you'll become a formidable team.
Public Impression Message
Cradled in Light Gold continues to skirt around the edge of the Sands, unwilling to miss out on anything that might turn out to be /important/. Her long limbs carry her skittering this way and that, curious, her attention sometimes on the figures in the galleries, sometimes on the girls for her to choose from, until her steps slow and her focus is drawn towards a single, white-robed figure. After that, her pace becomes much more steady, as she arrows in towards a Ruathan girl, then one of her spindly gives way and sends her stumbling, reaching out and raking claws down the girl's calves. Righted and contrite, she creels up at her, whirling gaze apologetic and adoring.
Private Impression Message
The melodic plink, plink, plink of tiny pebbles dropping into shallow water impinges on the edge of your consciousness, the scent of spring petals and autumn leaves building the longer the melody goes on, until both have settled in your mind as if they've been there all along. « Elise. » The voice is sweet, joyous even in its calm, and once it - /she/ - has secured her grip on your heart, then in sweep the drums to echo not one heartbeat, but two. Yours and /hers/, out of rhythm for a moment, but then /together/. « Can you forgive me? »
Mindvoice
Aedrielth's 'voice' is often deceptively gentle and quiet for a queen with such force of will. Until darker emotions strike, her voice usually stays in the upper registers, sweet, even and soft-edged, but when that will and temper of hers commands her, deep drums are quick to enter her mental touch and amplify the force of her voice, lending the power of an ongoing echo. Often, when she she speaks, vowels will echo and be more elongated than usual, though you might be the only one to notice this about her. The strings of the harp feature strongly in the everlasting melody that is Aedrielth's presence, her touch an ethereal song that predominantly features light string and percussion instruments. Brighter emotions will bring a rainbow of light, petals and golden leaves, while anger and upset casts thunder and lightning and the wind and rain with the strength to crack open mountains.
Dragon Inspirations
Galadriel from Lord of the Rings, both her true nature and potential darker side, drawing inspiration from the books, films and musical. Her hatchling name is drawn from the song 'Lothlorien' from the musical, while the name of her egg is from the song 'Wonder'. Her mindvoice is influenced by Florence and the Machine, as you requested, as well as The Last Unicorn and Galadriel's home.
Egg Inspiration: A gold leaf crown believed to be of Ancient Macedonian origin like this.
Name Meaning
Aedrielth (Ay-drie-elth) is taken from 'Galadriel', with the addition of the diphthong vowels that you expressed a preference for.
Clutches
Aedrielth has produced 0 gold, 0 bronze, 1 brown, 3 blue, and 2 green dragons.
| Clutch 130 | Aedrielth | Tsanth | 6 eggs | Day 26, Month 6, Turn 39 |
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