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Ysaera's History

Seacraft through and through, Ysaera's life has consisted of the sea, more sea and even more sea prior to finding her way to High Reaches weyr as a part of a collective of seacraft folk visiting with the idea of trade. Little is known of Ysaera's life prior to her joining the seacraft other than the occasional mention of a mother and a father (she wasn't born from an egg, see), but in the short time she was Candidate, she kept mostly to herself. Not stand-offish, but more quiet. Did what needed to be doing with little voiced complaint or glory; if anything of note came out of Candidacy about the girl, it was the fact that she's a hard worker. Not really a loner, but definitely not immediately one who tended to be in the thick of things, the seacrafter seemed more to bide her time. The one time asked, her opinion was along the lines of, "The chances are greater to walk off the sands and return your old life than to walk off the sands newly Impressed."

Ysaera seems to be a fairly pragmatic girl with an air of mystery and a wealth of knowledge about the sea. From salty songs to questionable tales of great adventure; her expertise //is// the sea, and fishing, and sailing a vessel. So it wouldn't exactly have been a surprise to see the utter shock at both Impression and finding her life suddenly forked into a new direction she never could have imagined.

As for Nykievth... there's a reason a dragon of mystery picked a girl of mystery, and as the dust of Impression settles, only time will tell as to just what kind of dragon Ysaera caught in her net.

Torn from Ruins of the Midnight Green Nykievth

Thicket and bramble, thorn and strife: in midnight was this dragonet dreamt, and the darkness of the witching hour lingers to puddle the absolute loneliness of the canopy's floor to salient structures. Each curving neckridge terminates in inky jungle, the jumble of her soft chest lost to the dark, the stretch of long-toed paws stygian. The eccentricity of rust grimes an oxydized dorsal-stripe from withers to tail-tip, smudging along wing-bone and patterning along her haunches abstractly to muddle her belly. Above, her wings stretch wistful, lichen-limed and forest-forgotten, yearning for the smatter of golden rays that highlight the leading edge of her sails.

Throw Away The Key Egg

Multiple overlapping squares in flat metallic shades - silver, bronze, copper, and brass - shingle the seemingly textured shell of this medium-sized egg, interspersed with an occasional splotch of vibrant red. Its rounded sides give the illusion of bulging outward, as if bowing out from the weight of the heavy metals that mar its surface. Each chunky shape has its own striations and shadows, but they share one constant: a singular dark smudge in the middle, fit for a key.

Torn from Ruins of the Midnight Green

Thicket and bramble, thorn and strife: in midnight was this dragonet dreamt, and the darkness of the witching hour lingers to puddle the absolute loneliness of the canopy's floor to salient structures. Each curving neckridge terminates in inky jungle, the jumble of her soft chest lost to the dark, the stretch of long-toed paws stygian. The eccentricity of rust grimes an oxydized dorsal-stripe from withers to tail-tip, smudging along wing-bone and patterning along her haunches abstractly to muddle her belly. Above, her wings stretch wistful, lichen-limed and forest-forgotten, yearning for the smatter of golden rays that highlight the leading edge of her sails.

Temperament

Nykievth is a mysterious creature, difficult to pin down. Even as a young dragonet, her temperament will be hard to pin down, held only in the haunting notes of her mindvoice. In the beginning, she will be a handful to pin down: sometimes sewing the chaos of physical calamity and somethings holding herself neat and watchful with a growing, eternal watchfulness. As babyhood fades, the intent soon becomes clear: Nykievth will always push Ysaera to the decision that's best for her lifemate rather than a decision made in moral rightness.

If her mindvoice is the dissonance between the man-made world and the natural-world, then her temperament is the thread that binds them both. She feeds off of the rusted decay as well as pushing for the vibrancy of life, embodied in the ferocity of pushing Ysaera into the extremes of living, ill-content in mere drudgery of 'doing well' and 'working hard'. If Ysaera fails to successfully get what she desires -- be it rank, a friendship; whatever the desire of her heart -- then Nykievth will not rest until she's pushed the greenrider into reclaiming what she's lost.

Above all, Ysaera's life is the canvas upon which Nykievth's nature is played out in destruction of the old ways and rebirth of the new.

Public Impression Message

Torn from the Ruins of Midnight Green slinks forward, talons digging wicked into the heated give of soft sand, walking with the same deliberance as one who crosses a vast wasteland in order to seek the one they crave. Intent is clear: to the young seacraft woman that stands in a sea of white, the port in a storm that threatens to overwhelm. In a not-so-subtle crash, Torn from Ruins of the Midnight Green brings about the extinction level event to Ysaeara's old life, re-forging the girl's lifepath into a dragonrider of Pern.

Private Impression Message

The world shifts in fits and starts, growing vribrant green lichen across the heated sands upon which your feet yet rest. « Ysaera. » The whisper-soft voice reverberates through your thoughts, shivering through your bones as the Hatching Caverns themselves start to crumble and decay. In a matter of seconds, the world has aged a millenium, cracked and broken. « Nykievth. » A name that weaves within the very firmament of change, tearing down the old and remaking the new with very touch of her name woven through the spans of time with Ysaera: together apart. « It is our world now. » Grit soaks into the words, the tone as rough as rusted metal, slashing against the softness of the final bond. A hunger gnaws, driving the pair forward, down the first, dirt road to the future.

Mindvoice

From the beginning, Nykievth is embodied in the decay of a world of mankind in favor of nature: the creeping lichen that consumes the bones of humanity's steel and stone shaped things that have fallen prey to destruction. Two ideas blended: nature and structures of man, always with the natural world reasserting the pattern that was mean to be. When anger flares, the desolation winds through her voice, a haunting melody of the voices of the fallen soldiers who fell beneath the machine of time. At times, the imagery she chooses to use is vibrant and discordant; verdant leaves or other greenery overtaking the pale shadows of an old civilization, or the red hues of a mutated forest, twisted beneath the influence of a cosmic, radioactive event. Yet, there are the times when she chooses to use the grey-washed echoes of an old, forgotten building of aged windows hanging open in paint-peeled, stripped glory, the howl of the wind stirring echoes of deepest melancholy.

Most disturbing, most discordant are the solitary animals that lurk upon the tapestry of her mindvoice, woven into the images in stark relief and used to emphasize a most crucial point.

Itchyspots

Looking at Nykievth, one would assume that all of roughly sketched grit and grime, rusted lichen-limned spots would be in dedicated need of oiling. In contrast, Ysaera has it easy compared to some, for Nykievth requires no special oiling or care outside of what comes natural to a dragon. Yet, Nykievth is a creature of nature, and as such, Ysaera'll find the green all too likely to be getting dirty. Mud-puddles, snow drifts, dirt, grime, sand; all of it attracts the green, who has a hide that seems to beg for stuff to stick to her. Which means a lot of bathing to keep the strange hues of her hide pristine and vibrant.

Dragon Inspirations

Nykievth is inspired upon elements of dystopia, disasters, and of the idea that nature reclaims all; the caustic and inhospitable Lake Natron in Africa is also a large source of inspiration. Loosely based around Chernobyl and the town of Pripyat, the visiuals within are all sourced from the idea of a nature reclaiming that which was lost, while also twisting to live and survive within the new world. Destruction and life reborn.

Egg Inspiration: There are any number of 'love lock' bridges in the world, but one of the most popular is the Pont des Arts in Paris, France. The tradition goes that a couple brings a lock engraved with their names to the bridge and secures it on the fence, then locks it and throws the key into the water below as the ultimate gesture of love~

• Mother: Yelena
• Father: Valek

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2015.06.24: Beautiful and Terrible
Who: Yesia, Ysaera
When: Day 2, Month 2, Turn 38 (Interval 10)
What: While on sweeps over Tillek, two fledgling greenriders find the time to chat -- as do their dragons.

2015.05.16: Puddles of Mud
Who: Edyis, Ysaera
When: Day 22, Month 10, Turn 37 (Interval 10)
What: Akluseth and Nykievth play in the mud while their riders catch up

2015.05.03: No Regrets
Who: Farideh, Ysaera
When: Day 14, Month 9, Turn 37 (Interval 10)
What: Farideh and Ysaera talk after laps.

2015.04.20: Qhyluth Is The Worst
Who: Ulyana, Farideh, Alida, Keysi, Ysaera
When: Day 3, Month 8, Turn 37 (Interval 10)
What: Qhyluth is a creep and now everyone knows it!

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