Life is Strange Blue Neiveth
| Life is Strange Blue Neiveth | |
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| Impressee | L'sen |
| Hatching Date: | 27 August, 2005 Day 18, Month 7, Turn 8 |
| Current Age: | 64 turns |
| Egg Name: | Cuppa and Cream Egg |
| Size: | 28.1 feet |
| Dam: | Dewdrops in the Desert Gold Teonath |
| Sire: | Sruth |
| Lineage: | Here |
| Clutch: | Clutch:9 |
| Egg Credit: | V'lano |
| Dragon Credit: | S'reit |
| Puppeteer: | S'reit |
Contents
Cuppa and Cream Egg
The strain against her hide seems to be alleviated as pressure along her distended abdomen fades with each egg clutched. Still, with all the gumption she can muster, a sardonically humored melody is shared with Sruth, who is already readying for the next egg by creating a wallow. Those who have nothing to prove, as she appears to believe, can afford the time to laugh at themselves even midst another contracting of hind muscles. Or maybe it's just jittering nerves and an overly wakeful, if pained, state. With a grace that must be forced if that tightened set of Teonath's jaw is any indication at all, she propels herself across the sand to the pre-made deposit point and squats inelegantly. When she moves away to rest her limbs, the heady swirls of cream and glassy brown that are revealed seems to fade into the cradle of sand, the shading given a wry look of paternal approval.
The surface of this small egg is a swirling blend of even hues from creamed-klah to glassy pale brown, here and there fading to thin streaks of milky white. Flecks of a darker hue decorate the shell just above the base line, reminiscent of tea leaves or coarse brittles of klah bark that have sunk below the even creamy whorls. A rounded base settles neatly into the dip of sand which cradles the shell, while a certain flattened shape on top suggests both a cup-like shape and the possibility that the egg has been turned only once since being clutched.
Cuppa and Cream egg tumbles over and rolls to an unsteady halt in the sand, where it lies still and quiet for several moments. That was intentional! Such bravado wins out in the end, in a sudden explosion of shell-shards that reveals a tiny shape of a hatchling in the rubble.
Life is Strange Blue
A muzzle of pale violet introduces the brightly colored form of this lithe blue, lavender chasing up from the nose to blend into a painter's perfect cobalt at the forehead. That singular hue dominates the rest of his agile form, wrapping long neck and ridges, sinuous tail and slender haunches, slim belly and predatory paws all alike in a single velvet coat of blue. Above it all a regal violet, richer than the hue of his face, spreads out over flexible wing spars into barely-translucent black-tuxedo sails. Enormously large eyes are his dam's gift to his form, soulful and sweet beneath 'ridges streaked with yellow gold.
Temperament
He has a sense of gravity, a sense of style, a sense of humor - but the sense people refer to as 'common' won't even begin to have a hand in Neiveth's perspective on the world until well into adulthood. Even then, reason will often play second fiddle to fun.
Straight from the shell, your lifemate is a performer. Shakespeare wrote that the world is a stage; Neiveth might beg to differ. For him, the world is an audience. From his dam and sire to the people in the galleries on his hatching day, to fellow weyrlings and their bonds in classes, to fellow chasers in someday pursuits after rising greens - everyone is watching -him- and it suits him, great as he is, to put on a proper show.
And what constitutes a proper show? In those first precious baby days, it may be as simple as taking a bow, lifting a violet wing like a magician's cloak. But Neiveth is a dreamer, and he'll soon be conjuring up more and more complex routines. Unlike Deneth, he's not shy about sharing the limelight: « How about I hang by my forelegs from the tallest tree by the lake and dangle my tail in? You can be waiting in the branches. When I bugle you can slide down my back into the water! »
This does not necessarily mean your Neiveth is a show-off. As he grows up he will learn that there is a time and a place for everything, and restrain most of his urge to perform to the proper moments. This will extend to his influence on you - though he will tolerate tardiness or slacking in his absolute love of you, no longer will he excuse or encourage it. « All things in their time, work and fun, night and day. Timing, after all, is key! » From that realization forward, there will always lie within him a sense of anticipation - make no mistake, he looks forward to his time to shine, regardless of how poorly his last effort may have turned out. Chalk it up to the brevity of draconic memory.
There's a streak of daredevil in him as well. Though he'll take Threadfighting drills quite seriously, he's solemn only because he understands the risks - just as he understands the risks of every performance. If you encourage him in the slightest, he'll soon become an accomplished stunt man in the sky.
His other inspiration for crack flying is the glimmering hide of a luminescent green. Let her twist and shimmy in the sky - he has loop-de-loops, barrel rolls and aerobatics in spades to impress her and intimidate the competition with. The dangers here are different than in imagined Threadfall - the talons of the female and her chasers, the unforgiving hardness of the land below. He welcomes those risks and makes the most of them, 'barnstorming' daring dashes at trees or between the Spires of his home Weyr, sporting with other males in flight. Less a competitor than a performer, he goes into the game whole-heartedly and takes pride in a chase well flown even if he fails to capture the prize - and when he does win the green, chances are he'll interpret her favors as appreciation for his performance.
Your appreciation is his greatest joy, however. Though he understands his efforts may occasionally embarrass you, when you find his antics enjoyable or even genuinely impressive he has his greatest payoff - the adoration of his favorite audience. With you as his partner, there's no stunt you can't together pull off, no fun you can't dare to pursue, no risk you can't take - and isn't that what life is, anyway? A series of opportunities disguised as danger - strange!
Public Impression Message
Life is Strange Blue swerves near the candidates, stretching high on his rear legs with damp wings outthrust to provide counterbalance. His tail thrashes the sand, stirring a small cloud of grains and dust, while those soulful eyes reflect a multitude of warped, white-robed shapes in their facets. In the end, of course, one of those bulky and blonde shapes is the most-mirrored of all, and sweeping a final bow that cobalt neck bends to offer a violet muzzle to his chosen one's hand.
Private Impression Message
At first, it's almost as if you're overhearing someone speak to themselves in a crowd. « So many of them, » the voice is murmuring. « And so many of them looking at me! I must do something new, something fabulous for them. » Then the crowd shifts and the source of the voice becomes plain, and just as he realizes you, you realize him - and you are his, just as he is yours, forever. « So this is what it's like, » Neiveth muses in surprise. Along with his name, the knowledge of his mind settles fully with yours, as if you'd never been without it. « That was fantastic, L'sen! But I've worked up an appetite. Can we take a break for food? »
Mindvoice
It is not the richest or smoothest of dragon voices - in fact, there's always something about it that has a tense edge, like a damp violin or a trumpet with the tuning slide a bit too far in. What it lacks in intonation it makes up for in intensity, however, and this brassy volume carries through into his physical voice as well. Still, Neiveth is capable of an amazing range of tempo, rhythm, and stylistic device in his speech. This is even more apparent when he discards words entirely and communicates with the more direct methods of emotion and image. Colors are impossibly vivid, with things and places envisioned in perfect focus through an infinite depth of field.
Dragon Inspirations
Gonzo the Great is many things: musician, inventor, artist, and daredevil all wrapped up in a package of dubious self-confidence and longing. Quintessentially, however, Gonzo is a performer: out to entertain, even if his notions of what constitutes 'entertainment' would these days have the best chance of qualifying as 'performance art.' What else can you call eating a tire to the tune of 'Flight of the Bumblebee' or tap-dancing in a bowl of oatmeal? An indefatigable well of creativity, most of his 'acts' are of his own design - from cross-dressing to cannonball-catching. Gonzo is literary, too: recitations of Shakespeare and Shelley litter his work. He plays the trumpet (badly), the piano, and the violin - and he sings, often. Jack of all trades and master of none, Gonzo provided children - and adults - with a role model in weirdness, a fellow who tries hard to please while staying true to his own unique sense of style.
Name Inspiration: Though Evel Kneivel never appeared with the Muppets (and given the man's habits it's probably just as well to keep him out of what's nominally supposed to be children's programming), the Evel one's various motorcycle acts certainly must have inspired a prime Gonzo moment in 1978: 'Yes, I will ride this motorcycle up this ramp and land safely between those two elderly gentlemen!' 'What?!' 'Oh, don't worry, you won't be in any danger!' 'You're right - we'll be in Chicago!' 'For their protection, I took the liberty of chaining them to their seats while they were napping!' 'WHAT? Help! Help!'
Egg Inspiration: Either coffee or tea - either one strong, black, and tempered with cream and sugar to a sweet, creamy concoction to be enjoyed on the patio or kitchen table, eyes closed, hands warm around the cup.
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