Summoner's Saviour Green Zezkaith
| Summoner's Saviour Green Zezkaith | |
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| Impressee | Euphemia |
| Hatching Date: | 01 November, 2014 Day 25, Month 2, Turn 36 |
| Current Age: | 32 turns |
| Size: | 22.1 feet |
| Dam: | Morning Over Mists Gold Elaruth |
| Sire: | Boulevardier Bronze Bijedth |
| Lineage: | Here |
| Clutch: | Clutch:57 |
| Egg Credit: | Azaylia |
| Dragon Credit: | Lilah |
| Puppeteer: | Lilah |
There is a dancer's elegance to the long lines of her frame, to the slim tail that elongates her to the perfect swans arch of her neck, built with lithe muscles for agility and performance rather than bulk. The color that sweeps along her finely-hued jaw is a soft, feathered yellow-green hue that dapples over the rest of her as if she were lit under a tree that only shows the sun partially, the darker spots allowing a more vibrant green to peek through the hint of yellow. The lofty length of her wingspan is spun almost invisibly across graceful spars, only the hint of a grassy color shining through. Her claws curve perfectly in delicate paws, a rich, polished brown that must hide mud and blood alike.
Contents
Endless Night Egg
A plethora of cool shadows fall upon this egg, shell peeking through the greens and blues of melancholy and wonder. Bright, leafy highlights sway across its surface, keeping tempo with its dark, isolated beauty. There are flecks of twinkling ivory at the top that eventually fade away to reveal a bronze silhouette that sits all alone, unable to reach the depths of that endless midnight.
The Endless Night Egg fades from existence, giving way finally to the brightness of the caverns. And in the rubble of its shell, a dragonet appears as if summoned, shaking off shell from one of her forepaws carefully. Once that singular task is accomplished, she sits for a moment to adjust, though not without surveying the nearest group of Candidates with whirling eyes.
Summoner's Saviour Green Hatchling
What would be elegant on a fully grown dragon, her long forelegs and tail, the length of her neck, seem just a jumble of awkward limbs now. The color that sweeps along her finely-hued jaw is a soft, feathered yellow-green hue that dapples over the rest of her as if she were lit under a tree that only shows the sun partially, the darker spots allowing a more vibrant green to peek through the hint of yellow. The lofty length of her wingspan is spun almost invisibly across graceful spars, only the hint of a grassy color shining through. Her claws curve perfectly in delicate paws, a rich, polished brown that must hide mud and blood alike.
Temperament
It is as if you summoned a perfectly magical being through your own sheer force of will, Ephie, and you will need this force of will to guide her. Your Zezkaith is magic, and like magic, you will determine how she flourishes and grows, whether she will be a force for dark or for light. Born of true love, she is a powerful even in her early days, inheriting through blood her mother's sensitivity to everything that flows around her. At first this gift may seem like a curse as well, but you can teach her to embrace it, to use that sensitivity as a power of its own that you will share to accomplish the tasks at hand, the ones that you and she will share in returning /home/.
And you will need to teach her quickly, because she will seek to push her boundaries almost as soon as she has shed her shell. She does not like the weyrling barracks, nor any other part of the Weyr that is encased in stone. This aversion to being trapped within walls will extend even to your own weyr, when you finally receive one, especially since the feeling of being confined often will lead to panic from her. The freedom of outdoors will always call to her, and with that, she will always wish to push the boundaries of where you are allowed to roam. She will likely be the first of her siblings to insist on getting out of the Weyr as soon as your restrictions start to lift (or perhaps even before). After all, that meadow at Fort Hold, with its soft, tickling grasses and insects to listen to, is not so far away, is it, Ephie?
She won't go without you, though. As a matter of fact, she will not go anywhere without you while she adjusts to this new world. It may feel like you and she are one for a longer than most. She will go through your memories and hold them as her own, share your emotions, share your life. And she demands in return your constant attention, especially since she will easily feel bullied or picked on by other dragons. There is also the fact that her sensitivity paired with the usual clumsiness of growing into herself will lead to her constantly crying and calling for your help as well. Even at night when you might think you are safe, Ephie, Zezkaith will need more attention than other dragons. Her favorite thing? Lullabies. It is the only way to distract her from everything else that will flood in.
Her life as an adult will depend on your choices as a weyrling, because ultimately you are in control here despite how it may seem when she is young. If you nurture and encourage her, she will blossom into a sure, steady green with the confidence in her abilities and you. If you do not, she is likely to turn into a terror for anyone within her wing. And no matter what, she will be a powerful presence within whatever wing she is assigned. She will be fast and graceful like the dancer-lines she is built on, and she instinctively knows the correct pattern to fly in for each situation. She is likely to correct your wingleaders on this, when they choose the wrong formation for the thermals and winds and weather that she senses. You may be transferred out of more than one wing not for lack of skill, but for the wingleader's fear that Zezkaith is trying to take over.
Flights will be pure and simple for her, though perhaps not so much for you. If you are able to remain in control and focus despite everything, you can turn Zezkaith to a purpose. You can influence who wins her flight because she will never truly know which path to take or which dragon should catch her, not until the very end. Outside of flights, you may find her with growing attractions to older, comforting males, but this isn't truly romantic; it may just be that she feels alone and isolated, given her sensitivity, and she is looking for someone to connect to.
Whatever road you decide to take, Ephie, or plans you decide to make, Zezkaith will be there beside you. She is a tool for you to use as well as your unwavering strength and support. It will take you both time to learn to control yourselves, the power that you share between you, but the bond that it will forge will be unbreakable, becoming a true partnership.
Public Impression Message
Summoner's Saviour Green has finally found her Candidate, shoving herself bodily into a teenage blonde until her muzzle rests in the young girl's hands and her whirling gaze meets hers. And in that moment, Impression is made between the two, a strength blossoming between them.
Private Impression Message
The shifting sand beneath your feet seems to change, the feeling of soft, streaming grasses filling the space instead as the wind blows through them, around you. And then Zezkaith's head is in your hands, pushing into them, leaving you no time to consider how you know Zezkaith's name or why she is suddenly concerned as the memories dredge up of those scars. And in her thoughts, dawn breaks over the meadow of her mind as she assures you, « The time is now, Ephie. I am here for you. »
Mindvoice
Zezkaith's mindvoice is primarily comprised of two (ok maybe three) things. It is the weather over a meadow, both of which change with her mood. When she is hurt, those meadow grasses are likely to shrivel and dry up into dead things. When she feels inquisitive, it may just be that the sound of the crickets in the meadow grows louder. When she is sad and lonely, bright skies and breeze will bring in fog and clouds. When she is angry? Prepare for hail or thunderstorms. Yet underlying all of these changes, there is a subtleness of magic. It touches the way she commands the weather, the way fog appears and the way ice and snow move, and it will always be there. It is her controlling it, rather than it being simply part of her. The 'tone' of her words are soft but pitched lowly feminine, a whiskey-warm alto.
Dragon Inspirations
A lot of this came from you and N'rov! I grabbed some pieces from Gwenllian's Lament that were not mentioned, like the lullabies, and tried to incorporate everything that was asked for in a way that might throw in a surprise or two. You mentioned Eiko, and I twisted that to cast Euphemia in the role of Eiko, and cast Zezkaith as her eidolon (though with the exception that her attraction to older dragons got pulled from Eiko's crush on Zidane). And since summoning is magic, I also tied in elements from Once Upon A Time for the magic they use; making Zezkaith as a type of magic that can either be good magic or evil magic, but born of true love.
Egg Inspiration: I really love the songs that were added to the Lion King musical. Endless Night is my second favorite, but the live performance offers such a haunting array of colors and lights that I just /had/ to turn it into an egg.
Name Meaning
Zezkaith (Zez-KAI-eth) draws her name primarily from the inspiration that you provided, meadow grass. That k there, though? That is the surprise that I snuck in for you, based on the Greek word kairos, that already played into what you had. Kairos has two meanings within Greek, the first is the perfect, delicate, crucial moment; the fleeting rightness of time and place that creates the opportune atmosphere for action, words, or movement. For a character like Ephie, it seemed perfect. Even more perfect? The second meaning of kairos is weather.
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