Elegant Socialite Gold Siarith
| Elegant Socialite Gold Siarith | |
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| Impressee | Suvain |
| Hatching Date: | 18 November, 2007 |
| Size: | 38.5 feet |
| Dam: | Sleekly Eloquent Pale Gold Ciath |
| Sire: | Wayward Desperado Bronze Wyaeth |
| Lineage: | Here |
| Clutch: | Clutch:21 |
| Egg Credit: | Zahava |
| Dragon Credit: | P'draig and V'delin |
Contents
Prospector's Prize Egg
Shades of unmistakable gold sweep across the surface of this large egg, darker hues streaking across its surface like seams in a folded stone. Around the edges, a thin dusting of grey clings to it as though its time under the sand has caused an indelible accumulation of a layer of fine powder. It seems to drift into the hollows and crevices, dulling the colors of the massive egg. By contrast, other portions of the shell gleam brilliantly as though reflecting the light that falls across its surface, glittering fiercely - a siren call to draw the viewer to continued inspection. Together, the patches of color give it a pocked and hollowed appearance that surely must be an illusion.
The pocked Prospector's Prize egg gives a final shake and startes to crumble inward from top to bottom, fine powder drifting downwards to scatter into the sand around it, until all that remains is a platter-like curve, still holding the dragonet that lay within. Unfolding gracefully from her shell, this lithe and lissome gold seems to be very aware of her place in life already, head lifting regally to look up at her dam, with all the respect due to the elder gold. She flicks away a little piece of clinging egg gently, flutters her young wings to disperse the dust, and stands poised on the mound of sand and greyed-gold shards that held her. Wide whirling eyes consider the roar of voices from the galleries, and more importantly, the Candidates on the Sands, with careful attention.
Elegant Socialite Gold Hatchling
Graceful elegance characterizes the slender lines of this platinum gold's form. A refined, narrow muzzle broadens to perfectly spaced watchful eyes and slightly curved gilt-tipped headknobs which give an impression of a crowning tiara. The blush of dawn spreads down her slender neck in silken waves, spilling into wide wings seemingly made of champagne tulle, so pale and transparent across the sails that at times they barely seem to keep out the sun. Her hide is lustrous despite her pallor, surrounded by an aura of natural luminescence. The sinuous curve of her body balances on lean, aesthetic limbs, delicate claws splaying long-fingered like the spreading branches of a flowering spray-shrub. Memorable to the last, her tail echoes the same lithe suppleness as the rest of her, curling out into a neat tip, ever so slightly elongated to a flaxen end carried with distinction.
Temperament
Not just a girl, but a lady, and an elegant one at that, Siarith is naturally glamorous without being superficial. She possesses presence in spades, carrying herself well and encouraging you to do the same. Always mindful of her appearance, she doesn't care for getting dirty though she won't fuss over it. Indulgently long baths with you may be a particular vice of hers, even as a dragonet. Encouraging your natural penchant for fabrics and their value, Siarith might remind you that: « A lady never goes anywhere but the infirmary without her best. ». Exuberant and playful as a youth, she's interested in all the latest news from her clutchmates and around the Weyr. As she grows to understand more and more, don't be surprised by the clever, pointed remarks she makes, voiced with dry humor. Bold, she won't hesitate to prove you or anyone else wrong if her abilities, or yours together, are underestimated. In weyrling lessons, she may get carried away and take off on her own to pursue a new fascination, especially if she thinks it'd please you to know more about it. « Don't fret about my mealtime. I'll be just fine in that pen of wherries. » In fact, her socialite tendencies may draw you into her schemes and adventures as Siarith's keenness to be involved takes you both off on the occasional wherry-trail. Easily drawn into puzzles or mysteries she picks up in her socializing, she'll have questions aplenty for you: « Where does between go? How will we get through it? I am keen to discover it. »
Maturity refines the traits exhibited in youth: Her sense of humor will widen in scope and depth, and prudence tempers her to watch things first before diving in. Curious and observant, she'll be inclined to develop a true network of relationships, friendships, acquaintances, and favors owed, to be called in as needed. As she becomes more familiar with the circle that is Fort Weyr, Siarith will push you to expand outward, embracing travel, new places, and new people. Similarly, she may press you, Suvain, to probe your background further, including aspects about your family. While she may nudge you outside of your comfort zone, Siarith is your rock; in her you have the confidante who grants you courage to take action. When nerves hold you back, she won't be afraid to step in with a solution she finds best. Her memory may prove unique in dragons, with an inclination toward strong imagery, well-recollected even if out of context. Flashes of specific and particular events, people, or locations, like a collage of photographs that lack captions, characterize her communications and she'll turn to you to fill in the details, even if the original image came from your mind instead of hers. « Is that your mother? Where did she go? Tell me about her. » One thing is certain, when it comes to fighting Thread, Siarith is matter-of-fact. « It is what we /do/ and we will do it well with grace and style. » Steadfast in the face of adversity, she may nonetheless express a wish to flame, attracted to the dramatic spectacle. Common sense, however, tends to prevail with Siarith, and you shouldn't have to fight her about using the flamethrower and pairing up to fight Thread /together/.
As Siarith matures and approaches the time of her first flight, her natural inclination to touch base with all dragons and chat with them to find out all the latest, may become increasingly slanted towards the males of the species. Clever repartee is her mode, designed to draw out even the shyest, to suss out whether or not he'd make a good mate. A winning enchantress emerges from these encounters, subtly able to wind a bronze or brown around her littlest pinky-talon. Proddy, she is forward, boldly staking her claim to whichever male is the flavor du jour, though before the flight she may not declare a particular preference. Once in the air, she is a slinky, sinuous beacon to the males, cunning in her maneuvers, aiming to undo even the strongest and most capable. Once caught, her passion may rock you to your core with its intensity and she's likely to broadcast on a very wide band. On the Sands, she's very much in charge of her domain and aware of her role as clutchmother. In fact, she may prove very demanding of her clutchsires and of you as the eggs arrive to be coddled and cosseted.
Public Impression Message
Regaining her poise takes a moment. After taking her time considering, then discarding one female Candidate after another, the Elegant Socialite Gold Dragonet daintily and deliberately glides toward the one who has caught her eye, a girl whose hair closely matches the shade of her hide. Whirling blue-green eyes meet eyes of blue-green: a soft croon augmented by a graceful arch of her neck is as much invitation as possession, and her claim on Suvain is marked by a flaxen tail curled lightly around the girl's feet.
Private Impression Message
Were the sands hot? All of a sudden it might not seem so anymore. Awash in the coolness of finest sisal, fluttering banners of rosy fabric envelop you, blown about by a refreshing breeze. The distant tinkling of fine glassware grows louder and drowns out all else until your head rings, then is abruptly, echoingly silent. Your skin is not your skin; your eyes, not your eyes; your mind, not your mind; pesky sand clings to your feet and you are searching, searching, and /finding/. Oh yes. Finding. There you are. No. There /she/ is. « Suvain, my love. Do come now, won't you? I'm sure that you'd love to get out of that silly white gown and into something suitable for us. Shall we find a meal and get this nasty sand off our feet? » Her name unspoken, rolls into the farthest reaches of your mind, taking up residence as if she's never been away: Siarith.
Mindvoice
Dulcet alto in tone, Siarith's voice is as pleasing to the ear as that of a finely trained Harper. Hers are the sounds of indoor living; the rustle of fine fabric against a stone floor, the step of a fine-heeled shoe on parquet, the tinkling and sparkles of light off of fine jewelry as one's head turns, gracefully slow to listen intently to one's neighbor in light conversation. Siarith's usual warm honeyed tone is mindful of etiquette, of politeness and is rarely intrusive or loud, though when irate or intensely worried may be prone to a petulance accompanied by the scent of liquor so rich you may feel as though you taste it. She uses her words to get your attention, or a shift in tone from conversational to sly or pointed, rather than 'raising her voice'.
Dragon Inspirations
Your Siarith is based on Lisa Carol Fremont, the fashion model/designer character who is dating LB Jeffries in Alfred Hitchcock's "Rear Window." As portrayed by Grace Kelly, who was a paragon of grace, elegance, beauty and refinement in the 1950s and 60s movie era, Lisa's strength of character combined with her clever sense of humor, daring and loyalty are the basic characteristics that we've drawn on for your Siarith.
Egg Inspiration: During the gold rush, these gold nuggets were rumored to be beneath every hill. While there surely was a lot of gold out there, most prospectors never made it big, and a nugget like this would have been priceless.
Name Meaning
/SEE-a-rith/ Your dragon's name was inspired by and is a variant of the character's full name, Lisa Carol Fremont.
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