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She's just a little thing, this young queen, with a narrow, tapering face utterly overshadowed by wide-spaced eyes; they lend her a look of natural innocence only amplified by the demure and careful way in which she holds herself. Pale, antique gold drapes itself down the length of her childishly round torso, capturing each curve as if carefully tailored. It pools, richer and darker, beneath the curve of her belly, and shades gradually lighter towards the fine-wrought tip of her tail. Her wingsails give the impression of being as fragile as lace, their ivory-gold lengths inclined to drape about her body like a mantle, framed by pinions tipped in pearlescent pallor.


(Roszadyth art by Keysi. <3<3)

Wisdom in Words Egg

Marbled in amber and dulled, ancient gold, and noticeably larger than its clutchmates, there is no mistaking this egg for what it is and what it carries. Tiny dark markings circumnavigate its broad curves, pressing ancient secrets into a shell that looks smooth from afar, neither garishly bright nor so subtle as to fade into the sands upon which it sits. That might seem to be the end of it; only intimate study, close enough to touch, might reveal the fine-grained pattern to be found beneath even that - as if the entire egg had been woven from tiny fibres, drawn together in a consummate whole.

If there had been any other way, the occupant of the Wisdom in Words Egg would likely have found it, to preserve the ancient beauty of the shell that has sustained her this long. Alas, there is no way around it; the egg begins to fall to pieces around her, hairline fractures bursting like so many seams. In the nest of shards left to litter the sands around her, she presses herself up to stand tall and dignified... or as dignified as one might be expected to manage when sodden with egg goo and seeing the world for the very first time.

Selflessness Over Steel Gold

She's just a little thing, this young queen, with a narrow, tapering face utterly overshadowed by wide-spaced eyes; they lend her a look of natural innocence only amplified by the demure and careful way in which she holds herself. Pale, antique gold drapes itself down the length of her childishly round torso, capturing each curve as if carefully tailored. It pools, richer and darker, beneath the curve of her belly, and shades gradually lighter towards the fine-wrought tip of her tail. Her wingsails give the impression of being as fragile as lace, their ivory-gold lengths inclined to drape about her body like a mantle, framed by pinions tipped in pearlescent pallor.

Temperament

Sensible and self-possessed, Roszadyth is the mature voice of reason and modesty, a compassionate, kind, and selfless creature-- your perfect confidant and sister-in-arms. On her own, she is not a queen who will make waves, preferring to glide through life while easily forgotten in her quiet competence... as much as a queen ever can be forgotten, in front of so very many eyes. It is in concert with you, Farideh, that she shines, that both of you do. Together-- your bold, vibrant spirit tempered with her innate grace, poise, and sense of duty-- you are timeless; a story for the ages.

In her earliest days, Roszadyth's innocence and inexperience will make her childlike. She is not 'babyish,', though she'll certainly need your help in understanding the world, and in building a routine with which to face it. Rather, she shares with you her sense of wonder and delight as she sees the world (and her role within it) with the rosy tint of youth. She wants every experience she believes it proper to have (and even, secretly, some she considers quite improper indeed), and will delight with Jorrth and Akluseth in the simple joys of exploration, even if she may be naturally more prim in the execution. Sometimes, buoyed by your passion, exuberance and daring, she may even be able to let loose and truly enjoy something she might otherwise assume was simply not appropriate. « That, » she might giggle to you. « Was fun! We should do that more often. » One thing that she will discover an appreciation for early, and never forget, is the sheer pleasure of mud; she knows that rolling in it leaves her dirty, and she knows how much there is of her to clean, but even as an adult, she will often find it difficult to resist: mud baths are good for the soul.

Innocence fades in all creatures, and the same is true for Roszadyth, whose gentleness may nonetheless lead her to be underestimated. She throws herself into learning what she must, putting her whole self into every lesson; she's not naturally brilliant the way Ahtzudaeth and Lifreyth are, but she learns with diligence. There will be times when the understanding of just how much everyone is counting on her rests heavily upon her shoulders, but she bears it with quiet dignity; it is her duty, your duty, and she is too sensible not to accept that for what it is. Still, she's equally sensible enough to know when to ask for help-- from you, from her dam, from those of the Weyr who already manage responsibility, and from those with whom she finds a kindred spirit. By adulthood, she'll be unlikely to need that often; Roszadyth will be largely self-sufficient, and confident in her unassuming way. She'll see her path-- and guide you down it, as best she can. It may be that she finds Neianth's search for inner peace both compelling and appealing; perhaps they can assist each other.

She enjoys life. She's an optimist insofar as she prefers to see things in a positive light, much like Lifreyth, but not so much as to not face realities. She would rather everyone get along, but acknowledging that in practice this is simply impossible, she'll take her role very seriously indeed. Her natural influence with other dragons is something she will be cautious to use-- by far, she prefers to encourage self-governing-- but should it become necessary, there is steel beneath that gentle warmth, as dragons like Vadevjiath may well discover. As a leader, she'll prefer to guide rather than command; you will need to balance each other, determining when to be bold, and when to step back. « Farideh, I love you, » she might say, « and I understand your frustration. But yelling at the Lady won't solve anything. Take a deep breath. »

With adulthood comes maturity, and Roszadyth will have that in spades. Though her understanding of the world will be colored with the experiences she has through weyrlinghood and beyond, she has an innate sense of what is good and proper. She believes, deeply, in altruism, generosity, and goodness. She will be the voice of wisdom, patience and temperance in your head, and though she wishes not to be involved in every detail of your day (because then what would you have to tell each other at night?), she's never more than a thought distant.

You deserve your privacy as much as any other, and most especially when it comes to your romantic affairs. It's not that she's not interested (of course she is!) so much as that she wishes to give you the choice to share, or not share, as you prefer. She has no judgement in her, so long as your lovers don't hurt you (whether in deed or by causing the hurtful sort of gossip). Instead, she'll be there to listen when that is what you need, and calmly, practically, point out that which you may not have seen. One thing you can always be sure about is that Roszadyth is always focused on your well-being and happiness, albeit tempered by what she sees as your duty to the Weyr.

It may be Roszadyth's sense of responsibility that leads her to prefer courtship both before her flights, and when in the skies; perhaps, too, it's that inner romantic she so often hides beneath her sensible nature. In the days leading up to her flights she's likely to swing from extremes, at once carefree and full of gaiety, and be inclined to fret over the magnitude of the decision. Those mood swings may reflect in you, too, Farideh, and the onslaught of emotions may be enough to descend like a migraine in the final hours. She would like, very much, to be caught by dragons by whom she shares a bond, but she's aware, too, of her duty: being caught by the right dragon is important. A flight is like a grand Gather: you might see a dragon you like at the start, but it's always best to make him work for it before making your choice. In the end, although accidents do happen, she never forgets her duty to High Reaches-- and for High Reaches, she must always do her best to mate only with the very best.

Once the eggs arrive, she is unlikely to be an over-protective or overbearing mother. She'll have quiet pride for her clutches, and won't mind if you or the clutchsires wish to show them off; she might even do so herself, especially with those dragons she considers to be friends. « They're lovely, aren't they? Yes, even the brown one you think so ugly. »

Even so, none of these friendships will ever hold a candle to the esteem she holds for you, Farideh. 'Lifemate' is a word she cherishes: you are her everything. Though you both have demanding paths ahead of you, Roszadyth is with you, through laughter and tears, good days and bad. Even on the days when both of you feel you have nothing more to offer the world, you can retreat together to recharge, or rally and carry on as ladies of High Reaches must do. Whatever comes, she is with you, and you with her, and that is sometimes enough; that is sometimes everything.

Public Impression Message

The Selflessness Over Steel Gold is apologetic as she turns away from yet another girl. How many times, now, has she approached with that tentative stride and then shied away? It wears on her, now, those mantled wings hugging closer to her frame, those steps more careful than ever-- careful, and yet also tired and unhappy, and so very lost. Only a few steps more, however, and she halts again, this time in front of a brunette with short hair and hazel eyes. Her chest seems to catch, her breath withheld, as she turns fully to the candidate. For a heartbeat, she is absolutely still, before her bejeweled eyes begin to whirl into the rainbow that signals fulfillment: it is done.

Private Impression Message

Nerves are only natural on hatching day, but feeling an echo of your own, a second set? That's something to pay attention to, especially as the chaos of the Sands seems to slip away as that echo comes into focus. Her touch is like that of an extended hand, delicate and demure, but as her soft radiance meets your mind, there is a moment of instant and indescribable perfection. « Roszadyth, » she says, voice sweet and simple, her nerves receding to be replaced with a contained excitement. « I've been waiting forever to meet you, Farideh. » And now that she has, she can see what she always knew to be true: you were meant to be together, and now you are. It's just that she also has-- do you hear it or feel it?-- a suddenly-rumbling belly...

Mindvoice

Sweet and light, Roszadyth's mindvoice is an extension of her kind demeanor. More often than not, her mental presence is like the gossamer drape of a curtain tickled with a refreshing breeze and dappled by filtered sunlight. Music is a delight for her and though it's not appropriate to share at all times, if she's enjoying a contented moment, it shouldn't come as a surprise to have some soft melody setting the tone in the backdrop of her thoughts and touch. She smells of flowers, of sugar and spice and everything nice, when she smells of anything at all. Her touch is like the brush of a gloved hand, or the tickle of hair-ribbons against the cheek, soft and gentle. Even in sadness, her voice tends toward controlled if genuine expressions of feeling. At truly overwhelming moments, her restraint breaks and her emotions, whose depths might otherwise only be guessed at, flood her voice and touch. Modest restraint is best, of course, but everyone has their moments.

Itchyspots

Roszadyth is particular about her grooming, with her beloved mud the exception that very much proves the rule: in order to put her best foot forward, she feels she needs to look the part. Bathing and oiling her expansive body will become a regular part of your routine. Before important moments, she'll ask for your help, a touch up here or there, where she thinks she may not be looking to her best advantage. She's not vain, of course; she just wants to do you and the Weyr proud. Of particular problem to her in the in-between times are her paws, which get far too coarse for her liking through the physical rigors of a day's duties. She'll also be especially concerned that you've helped her get all the blood and gristle from around her maw and in her teeth; how unsightly would it be to go about looking a savage! It's not for Roszadyth, certainly, even if it might suit less cultured dragons just fine.

Suggested Adult Description

She's a slender creature, this queen, with a narrow, tapering face nearly overshadowed by wide-spaced eyes; they lend her a look of natural innocence only amplified by the demure and careful way in which she holds herself. Pale, antique gold drapes itself down the taper of her torso, capturing each curve as if carefully tailored. It pools, richer and darker, beneath the curve of her belly, and shades gradually lighter towards the fine-wrought tip of her tail. Her wingsails give the impression of being as fragile as lace, their ivory-gold lengths inclined to drape about her body like a mantle, framed by pinions tipped in pearlescent pallor.

Inspiration

Farideh, knowing your love of Austen and given your examples of Jane Bennet and Jane Fairfax, we opted to use a combination of the two and a handful of linked archetypes (The Ingenue - http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/TheIngenue, and Silk Hiding Steel - http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/M ... idingSteel, primarily) to create your Roszadyth. Her name comes from the Polish word rozsadny for 'sensible' with a letter swap for flow. Her description is inspired by Regency fashion, and this dress in particular https://www.pinterest.com/pin/77616793553727378/ . Her mindvoice is partially inspired by the many actresses who have played the Janes, their habit of peeking through windows or stealing time outdoors on a beautiful day, and the musical soundtracks for the various versions of Pride and Prejudice.

Egg Inspiration: The Library of Alexandria, also known as the Great Library. Long since destroyed, of course, but an ancient landmark nonetheless.

Clutches

Roszadyth has produced 1 gold, 2 bronze, 2 brown, 3 blue, and 5 green dragons.