Dawn of Paradise Gold Nabrimeth
| Dawn of Paradise Gold Nabrimeth | |
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| Impressee | Tavrie |
| Hatching Date: | 18 November, 2006 Day 18, Month 3, Turn 12 |
| Current Age: | 56 turns |
| Egg Name: | Arrow to Salvation Egg |
| Size: | 41.9 feet |
| Dam: | Lhiannonth |
| Sire: | Unwittingly Deceptive Bronze Leiventh |
| Lineage: | Here |
| Clutch: | Clutch:53 |
| Egg Credit: | Satiet |
| Dragon Credit: | Satiet |
| Puppeteer: | Satiet |
Contents
Arrow to Salvation Egg
Lhiannonth snorts to herself, fussing with the sand of another hollow, before lowering herself over it. Stepping away, she reveals a round egg dominated by shades of gold and bronze, before piling sand around it.
In dusky maples offset by swirling clouds of creamed champagne lies hope in the glistening radiance of this rotund egg. More round than oblong, its shape lends itself to a planetary illusion that is similar to what Pern might look like from the skies - least what the starcrafters and fanciful harpers might describe, with golden light-shaded clouds hanging over the uneven coating of darker ocher continent-shapes and oceans. Spiraling upward from the base to apex is a thin line of bronze, its texture seemingly engraved into the egg's leathery surface. As it curls up, reaching to where the northern pole might be on a planet, the line is met by a dusty V, bronze sprinkled denser at the point and gradating out to blend seamlessly with the dusky base. At the arrow's point, in the weave of thin oceanic blues and spring greens lies the promise of a future.
The point of the dusty arrow begins to disintegrate into the egg, the pieces raining inward on the hatchling within. As the shell caves in, a sharp wing tip breaks through one side, followed by her other wing through the opposite side, until two flares of cracks spiderweb quickly and deeply along the gold-swirled surface. It's only a matter of time before the shell of the Arrow to Salvation egg breaks apart in large pieces, scattering at the feet of the rosy golden dragonet left behind, complete with a topsy turvy shell cap perched precariously on her head.
Dawn of Paradise Gold
Aurora rose and gold interweave and overlap across this slender dragon's hide in doubled-over folds of sisal, from ivory talons, up along the rise to where the sun crests pale yellow along her back. Dress-like, the loose lines swirl, delineating each youthful, untried muscle with shadowed goldenrod darkening her torso. Deep rose dust shimmers along her dainty paws and limbs, rising in a lighter dappled pattern along her statuesque neck to the top of her sunlit head. Large eyes, with an innocence inherited from her dam, are capped by shadowing ocher ridges lining distinctly past the actual eye-ridge, to sweep and fade in two spirals along the back of her head. Low and wide, her neck-ridges trail down her spine to meet the finely-crafted extension of her shoulders and spars where, when unfurled, the heavy drapes of her wings reveal the same gradient as her hide: from sweetened yellow to rose-imbued shadows that play along the bottom fringe of expansive sails. From her delicate wedged head to the regal tail gliding effortlessly behind her like a train, she is made of feminine curves and keen intelligence flashing in rainbow glass eyes.
Temperament
When birthed, Nabrimeth will be all too aware of her status in draconic life - she is, after all, a queen and as such should act the part, right? Wrong. Despite her awareness of the position she must fill one day, your gold will delight in her youth and in the adventures she could potentially get into, putting off the inevitable to some other day. Tomorrow. Next week. Any other time than now! She's learning to do and escapades to take part in, after all.
As a weyrling, she'll hunker down to try and blend in with her clutchmates, take part in their struggles and victories, despite how easily she absorbs both knowledge and practical lessons. Your Nabrimeth will play pretend quite well, able to sympathize with those who struggle and provide just the right amount of encouragement to those who fail.
A chatty creature, Nabrimeth will enjoy initiating random conversations with the dragons of the Weyr, warming to them easily with a wide array of topics ranging from girlish chitchat, « Mmmm, I agree, Kaylith, his hide *does* look particularly attractive this morning. I wonder what kind of oil his rider uses? », to more solemn thoughts extended to Zunaeth about the state of affairs in the weyrling wing. Somehow, instinctively, she'll understand how to deal with each of her peers and to bolster their weaknesses with a subtle tweak of her charms.
In youth, she'll find a myriad of activities to occupy her time, from rolling about in mud baths to attempting to outrace her brethren and delighting in watching the speedier greens zip about. This love of speed, despite her own lack thereof, will persist long throughout her life. She might even attempt to manipulate conversations, subtly challenging the other dragons just to see a race occur much to your chagrin. As a baby though, her subtlety is far too transparent and that she'll gain the wrath of Zunaeth's rider and his staff is most likely inevitable. Sheer size will make it impossible, even as a dragonet, for her to win any kind of speed-based race outside of flights.
Why she Impressed to you will become fast apparent as she'll rely on you and your memory for everything, deftly picking out anything she needs at any time, sometimes inopportune moments, to drink in knowledge. You have a way with children, and hopefully this talent will translate well to taking care of your closest friend ever, but also baby dragonet.
Speaking of size, Nabrimeth will be of a size quite unlike the other golds in the Weyr, large though she'll wear it well and proportionally along her lengthy frame. Growing long first from neck to tail and then wide, wings stretching out later to match her length, her itchyspots will be varied depending on the state of her growth. They'll shift from on her neck-ridges and tail tip to the wing shoulders and up along the highest reach of her spars.
Despite it all, she'll wear both size and hide well, coaxing out of you the dainty femininity she'll find inherent. Nabrimeth will learn how to sweep her tail just so and extend her wings coyly with grace. While she can play with the best of them, down and dirty, she'll also have a fluidity of movement on land and in the skies, lacking the cumbersome quality you might expect of something her size. Never quite attaining acrobatic, it doesn't mean she won't stop trying, possibly to the detriment of her health, and will have to be wheedled into -stopping-.
With time, the realization that she can't be everyone's friend or their mud wrestling partner hits hard and the transition from weyrling to a queen's dragon might prove to be an internal struggle, until she learns, like many before her, to compartmentalize her life. Only you will realize to the full extent the duality of your lifemate's nature - her ability to put on a generally charming facade complemented by the various masks she wears for every and any occasion. With some, she'll be protector and confidante. Still others, she'll be 'best' friends or the queen that'll lead them one day: advisor, diplomat, and wise maternal figure. Her secrets, however, are for you and very few other dragons.
When this transition does conclude, she'll stop depending on you to teach her the ways of life and become -your- comfort and pillar of strength. Gently, she'll learn to manage your various ways, not condoning in the least your laziness and lack of will to put effort into work that seems to be not as fun, not meaningful enough for you. « I realize you don't think these are very interesting and would rather go play with the children in the nursery, but really, Tavrie, if we don't do this now, we might not be able to eat tomorrow. And what would we do without sweets and good foods? » or a stern, « You must put your foot down now, if you do not, this kitchen assistant will step all over you and not respect *us*. » that will not put up with you shying away from some confrontation.
In Weyr business, she is dedicated, learning to work with the other queens and dragons from other Weyrs and within High Reaches, smoothing ruffled feathers and attempting to find the best possible recourse for -her- Weyr. In this, she is driven to find a way for the Weyr to survive the Interval and will play various ideas against you and encourage you to speak your voice in meetings and to gather support about you amidst riders.
In the quiet nights when you two are alone together in your weyr, she'll return to relax, be her charming conversational self, and decompress the day's events to you, listening in turn to your own woes and joys. Her companionship will make the coming morning fresh and new again, relieving the stress from your body by mentally cradling you to sleep.
When Nabrimeth becomes proddy, one mask will settle into place, playing the part of the coy coquette. She'll toy with the emotions of her male counterparts in a subtle flirtation, somehow knowing instinctively at least a sevenday prior to when she actually glows and all too willing to play with these delightfully bronze and brown creatures. Other than this change, and it will be ever so slight that for you, it won't seem to be any marked difference, she will show no other signs of proddy until the day of when a brilliance will descend on her already sunlit hide and a certain waspish quality will suffer absolutely -none- of your fallacies - she won't even be nice about pointing out all your mistakes! Your sweet, gentle, diplomat of many faces Nabrimeth will fling herself into a shriek-filled flight of strenuous flight patterns designed to cull all males until only the strongest is remaining to capture her in his embrace.
Like you, she'll delight in children, and after an initial bout of discontent and fretting with her growing fatness (though she'll assuredly -glow- with her brooding in a way that's more generous to her beauties than impending flight), the arrival of eggs will draw out yet another side to your queenly gold: doting mother, and her eggs will receive all of her intense scrutiny, to the point the clutch sire is nearly forgotten. Indeed, she might even become suspicious of him and try to secret away certain eggs beneath the sands, ostensibly to keep them warm, but every so often she'll mention how _he_ is looking at them oddly.
A dark beauty of mind with her multi-faceted personality, though radiant in her sunrise glory in body, Nabrimeth is a diplomat and a peacemaker through and through. From the immaturity of youth to the semi-settled adulthood she could potentially attain, her growth will be marked by fascinating milestones.
Public Impression Message
She must have been thinking for quite some time between traipsing here and there, the makeshift egg hat tipping back and forth with her thoughtful tilts, for when she makes her decision it becomes very clear who the Dawn of Paradise Gold's choice is. Her path is direct, elegant and languid, until auroral rose haunches sink into the heat of the sands, while her sunlit neck slides forward to gently whuff against the low shoulder of a diminutive, cinnamon-freckled woman to claim her ownership. In the mean time, the hat of egg shell tips completely and falls to the ground at the new rider's feet.
Private Impression Message
Delicate, a breeze seems to pass by your cheek, flittering off on its way elsewhere; in it lies some relief from the heat, cooling the beads of sweat that gather unnoticed along your temples. Soothing, and somehow inquisitive in its fickle nature, the breeze returns moments later to slip past the other cheek, drying the perspiration there as well and then settles, driving in with an almost painful precision in its oddly complementing composition of coolness and warmth: the heat doesn't bother you any longer and the fluttering sensation in your stomach diminishes to relax in the autumnal spice offered by a cinnamon and ginger touch. In an instant, this intrusion disappears fading into a black background to leave you utterly alone - more alone than ever. A wretched alone that lingers far longer than you think you can stand, where your knees might go weak, tears might flow from your suddenly closed eyes, and a sob might escape from your knotted chest. « Tavrie, » soft and sweet, rising on the curve of a rainbow, she says your name lovingly, in a way no one has before. In the voice returns sensation in a velvet wrap that consoles your wounded heart. « Come, » chides this melodic touch, « You must open your eyes now and greet the world to tell them Nabrimeth has made you hers. »
Mindvoice
Nabrimeth speaks in clear tones, pitched low and sweet, and never, except in flights, does she venture into anything higher or shrill. It's a pleasant sound, for which you'll be thankful for, as you'll be hearing quite a lot of it and is cast over in the scent of spices, particularly that of a hazy mulled wine reminiscent of autumn. Her touch is quite like how you envision your own voice to sound, but compounded with a myriad of colors to bolster all her statements. Not quite in tune with images as much, she'll rely instead on the palette the entire world has to offer and fall back on reserves of the scent of cinnamon and ginger of her sire's hide to infuse life into her thoughts.
Dragon Inspirations
Padme Naberrie, aka Queen Amidala of Naboo. I envision it sounding like /Na/ (as in apple), bri-meth. /Na/brimeth. Her description is drawn from this dress. Padme was elected as Queen Amidala of the Naboo when she was a young girl and from that position, she grew up into a diplomat who could artfully play politics and the woman who fell in love and had to decide what to put on the line for her heart's desire.
Egg Inspiration: The Arrow of Apollo from Battlestar Galactica, and what it meant for the people of the twelve colonies in their quest to find the lost 13th colony of Earth to call home.
Clutches
Nabrimeth has produced 0 gold, 2 bronze, 3 brown, 4 blue, and 5 green dragons.
| Clutch 18 | Nabrimeth | Wrencath | 14 eggs | Day 2, Month 12, Turn 11 |
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