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Imperial Luminary Egg

This egg is primarily a bright and cheery red, darkening in smooth, narrow bands of crimson before lightening to the previous tone. The pattern of these horizontal bands makes its surface appear ribbed, the brighter red blazing in between the darker folds as if lit from within. Twin caps of gold cover both the base and the apex, swirled and blended at the edges, before thin lines of the gleaming color are drawn vertically between the two at generous intervals to hold it all together.

The Imperial Luminary Egg gives a shiver. A shake. A wiggle. And then, nearly before cracks can form, the golden top pops off to reveal a slick snout, the hatchling's struggles apparent in the flare of newborn nostrils. The shell begins to break away, falling in chunks around the feet of its former inmate.

Sun-Soaked Summer's End Gold

With a hide of gilded wheat over solid muscle and ample curve, her golden form is one of power and activity cast in the ruddy glow of a spent sun. An open, honest quality is lent to her rounded face by keen, bright eyes and wide-set headknobs and energy found in the quick deftness of dark earthy talons. She is compact in figure, with robust shoulders and haunches, and limbs that make up for their lack of length by the simple surety of their movement, an effortless agility where it may be unexpected. Ruby lowlights burnish softly about her aureate sides and rounded belly, dappled in clusters of resplendent glinting grains across her flanks while brushstrokes of shining amber lend a feathered illusion along her spine. Amidst these wispy patterns, small ochre neckridges stream down her back in a series of soft caramel peaks. Her sturdy wingspars, when spread, reveal broad sails of honey-hued ale, a luminous shade that swirls across the thick membranes like liquid that has captured the light of summer.

Temperament

That feeling in the morning of a whole day of possibilities lying ahead of you? Lieryth embodies this optimism and enthusiasm. The day lies before her, ready to be lived to the fullest, and she'll pack as much as she can into every moment. Active and bustling, she'll help you to see the potential in every day, drive you ever onward and upward with her energy and vivacity to hold you aloft.

As a young dragon, she is inquisitive, always looking for the best way to go about things, always watching to see how everyone else is doing it. « Yajieth is tearing his meat like so. Should I try that too? I think I shall. » While she'll always be a chatty sort, when she's young you may find yourself listening to the constant narration of her daily activities, at least until she develops a more regular routine-then you'll have other things to talk about.

Her attention to lessons, and later to drills, is not so much a matter of practicing and perfecting technique; she wants to learn how to get it done, efficiently and seriously, so she can move on to the next thing. Of course, when there isn't a next thing, she will fill that time, with just as much enthusiasm, by talking to other dragons, observing the world and keeping tabs on just what everyone is doing. This tendency will only blossom as she grows.

From early on, when she first witnesses two children racing across the bowl, you'll know that few things get her excited like a little friendly competition. Any physical competition will do, but of all the gambling pursuits you might explore, it's races that she loves best. The air, the sun, the display of speed and stamina, it all appeals to her and she will watch these races when she can, rooting for your favorite competitor to win, trumpeting along with the cheers. She's never cutthroat, it is the thrill of the game that pleases her, the celebration of a spectacular finish, the camaraderie of the spectators, that she loves.

As Lieryth grows up, it will become clear what motivates her: being outdoors, in the sun, soaking it up, doing something. If you're working up a sweat? Even better. A day of work makes her feel accomplished whether its your muscles that ache or her own. While so many at Ista are quelled by the heavy heat of a tropical summer, she revels in these days as few others can. The heat seems to inspire and fuel her and you may very well find yourself run ragged and dripping with sweat, when everyone else is lounging about. She loves that rich exhausted feeling, the soreness of tired muscles, the stickiness of sweat, and she'll give you a new appreciation for that physical life.

And that habit she has for keeping up on what everyone is doing? It will occupy her no matter what task is at hand. Her siblings, indeed any dragon she has frequent contact with, are held as dear as family should be. In keeping tabs on everyone and everything, she is often quick to notice changes of mood, to lend encouragement, to reprimand, to supply whatever is warranted. Even before the males, she might be the first to notice when a green or gold is getting ready to rise just by picking up the subtle clues to which she's so attuned.

However, a dragon's memory sometimes adds an interesting twist to this. Her reports on what she's learned from others are often filtered through her own view, her own imagination. She is, in other words, the catalyst of gossip and rumor. It's not an intentional alteration of fact, simply that she can't hold onto all the details and supplements them without thinking. She is an avid observer of details, but not a careful keeper of them.

As it turns out, the only thing she really is particular about is her food. When she finally settles in to consume her kill, it is with a daintiness that is contrary to her build. In fact, it might be a wonder to any who has watched her eat that she should be so ample in curves when she is so delicate and fastidious with her meals.

While not generally coquettish, when it's time to rise, she starts lining up her suitors and encouraging you to tie ribbons in your hair and perhaps to her straps as well, hoping to attract a few prize attendants. The burly and brawny are the ones who catch her eye. Elegance isn't a factor, it's all in strength and determination. Her flights are much the same, a display of muscle and stamina to tax any chaser. It is not finesse that will woo her from the clouds, but the male who can physically keep up with her and win her respect through dogged dedication to the task.

She is a devoted mate until her eggs hatch, worrying over her bronze or brown almost as much as she worries over her clutch. Her active mind will turn to making sure each has every need met. « He is looking weary. You should make sure his rider has him feed today. And this egg needs to spend more time turned like so. Yes. And with more sand pressed up to this side. How does that look? » As if you could decipher what mysterious instinct guides her in these endeavors. She is a doting mother, proud of her offspring and unusually welcoming to spectators and candidates on the sands. And of course, the dragons that hatch will always be under her watchful eye, immediately initiated into her community, to be kept in touch with indefinitely.

She may forget her place, or rather, get carried away with it, that she is a queen and everyone's business is her business. During a Fall, when attention to what is happening overhead is generally a good thing and a necessity, you may find her attention drifting to how the other wings are fighting and not so much which bit of Thread is headed her way. It will be your job to make sure she doesn't get too distracted by how the war is waging to pay attention to her own battles.

She may watch the wings during drills and have comments for the wingleaders or their charges, overstepping her bounds at times simply because she is, as far as she is concerned, on top of all that occurs in her Weyr. Of course, when it comes down to it, she knows that she's sticking her nose where it doesn't belong, that queen though she may be, there are some things that are not her job. This may be the only time you find her mood souring, when she has to step back and vent her frustrations in some other fashion: likely by making you work until you drop or taking you on a determined whirlwind of a ride, as if reaching the sun will melt away that which she can't control.

Mindvoice

The breezes of her mental touch are warm, furnace warm. Even when gentle they seem to waft from some sun-fueled oven and at their most displeased may burn and singe like fire. Ripples often accompany her words, particularly those of lighter feeling, lazy winds rolling across long drying grasses. Every once in a while, when she is deep in thought, the faint chirping drone of insects seems to hang in the background of her mental contact.

Her voice itself is rich and strong, even a little loud in volume, as if born from large lungs and not just the nature of her eager, enthusiastic mind.

Internal Impression Message

The heat of the sands must be getting to you, making your limbs feel heavy, laboring your breath, turning your vision to haze. Will you swoon? Here, amidst everything? You just might if not for that breeze. It's just as hot but at least it's moving, billowing from below you as if it might hold you up, just in case. Just in case you swoon. « Fayre. » That's not your voice, it's not any voice you know and yet it is so familiar that it must be. It must belong to someone you've known and loved all your life. « Fayre. » No, it's not your voice, it's hers and as your vision clears, she's there waiting. Perfect. And her name, the name you know down into your bones. « I'm Lieryth. We have things to do. Many many things. »

External Impression Message

Sun-Soaked Summer's End Gold Hatchling turns quickly, her coordination improving by the moment, unwittingly as her mind is busy on other things. Inspecting a young man, she determines that he is utterly unsuitable and she all but snorts in his face for it. There must be better. Where? There! Finally she spots the young woman with shiny black hair who is just right. Very right indeed.

Inspiration

our Lieryth is inspired by Lughnasadh, the first of the harvest festivals in ye olde pagan times, occurring in August and signifying the end of summer and the beginning of the harvest season. This holiday was a festival of grains, primarily, and also of summer fruits. From this rich agrarian background, your Lieryth's personality takes on that of a farmer's wife, warm and honest, tough and hardworking, part of a tightly knit community and always in everyone's business.

Lughnasadh is also a celebration of funeral games, races of man and beast along with other various forms of competition and gambling. This is also part of your Lieryth's personality, tying in with the archetypes of farm life, she's excited by these shows of prowess in strength, speed and stamina and eager to encourage your gambling slant on these experiences.

Lieryth's description is inspired by a wheatfield at sunset. Her mindvoice is inspired by summer air.

Name: Lieryth - Her name comes the Italian word for harvest, 'raccogliere', given a lyrical twist.

Egg Inspiration: A lantern for the Chinese New Year, just one out of the many that would be hung. Traditional colors are red and gold.

Clutches

Lieryth has produced 1 gold, 4 bronze, 7 brown, 7 blue, and 11 green dragons.