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Upon a Pebbled Shore Egg

The curving shell of this egg is completely covered in shades of red, brown, grey, white and black, each blot of colour gently rounded and in most cases overlapping and overlapped by the ones surrounding it. Slick and glossy, as if recently wetted, the unassuming patterning could be likened to a pebbled shore, a semblance only further enhanced by the odd pool of wavering colour, accented with thin ripples of a faded blue. There is but one break in the rocky patterning, a single mahogany shaft lying forgotten amongst the small stones. Insignificant but for its tip, the dull sheen of a curving steel blade, stark and undeniable, a scythe weathered by time but still sharp enough to cut.

Upon a Pebbled Shore Egg shivers one last time and stills, its sides sinking inward, as if its occupant is taking a final deep breath before facing the light. A long, pale bronze snout slowly noses its way out of the deep crack on the egg's side, but it takes a few more moments of persistent nudging before the shell falls away to reveal a small, spindly mist-cloaked bronze who sits in the ruins of his egg contemplating the scene before him.

Measured Meanderings Bronze Hatchling

Sinuous and slender, this bronze dragon's color bleeds pale through a veil of mist, like the rising sun slowly burning off fog in the early morning over southern jungles. High brow ridges sweep back from an elongated snout creating an impression of alertness and understanding and taper off into elegantly turned head knobs. Pearl-touched bronze cloaks the curve of his neck and drapes across his back where the dark crumbling edges of ancient ruins mark out the line of his wings and the fiery kiss of the sunrise banishes foggy pallor, reflecting the rich burnished tones of a long-forgotten bronze goblet. Balanced wings, when extended reveal ash-toned undersides, darkness melting away slowly along the sinuous length of his tail.

Temperament

Very much his sire's son, Chalmecath could probably give Mecaith a run for his marks in the philosophical wonderings department. He's also inherited the elder bronze's knack for words though his are tempered by Elaruth's sensitivity, yielding a poet's soul rather than the historian analyst that his sire is. Thoughtful and deliberate, Chalmecath is not one to be rushed into making serious decisions. Things must be given their due time for proper reflection. Likewise, much of the world must be absorbed and understood in its due course, which is probably why he likes to collect things and take his time getting to understand objects as well as other dragons and people.

As a young dragon, Chalmecath is slower all around than all of his clutchmates, except where mental acuity is concerned. He'll lag in growth, causing the dragonhealers some concern about his size and overall health as he also turns out to be a slow and picky eater. Texture in his food is particularly problematic for Chalmecath and he's especially unfond of fish which the weyrlings will be offered frequently as an alternative for smaller stomachs given the current herdbeast crisis. Over time you may discover that one solution is to grind his meat down fine or at least chop it into very very small pieces, much smaller than the others need, otherwise his gag reflex will kick in and you'll have a pile of bloody dragon vomit on your hands. Thicktail and diarrhoea may also plague him much more than his clutchmates until you and the weyrlingmasters can figure out the right diet for him. Some dragons might be embarrassed about these incidents, but Chalmecath is not. Every failure is an opportunity in his mind, to do better next time and if you feel ashamed, he'll question why: « These are all just part of learning and growing, T'mitl. You and I will learn from this and do better next time. I will chew more and you will chop finer. » Though he's smaller than most bronzes and a bit spindly as a youth, once he gets flying all sorted out he's an agile flyer, able to complete tighter turns and pull of some of the cooler acrobatic tricks that his brown brethren are capable of.

As Chalmecath grows to adulthood, he'll learn a lot about his own limits and either compensating for them or pushing through them. Like his dam Elaruth, he has a sensitive soul and he's keenly aware of the differences in sounds, textures, tastes, smells all around him. They don't affect him quite as strongly, however, giving him keen powers of observation that he can put to good use in a wing, especially as a leader. It's not a conclusion he'll come to rapidly, but over time, he'll be very interested in the possibility of leadership for both of you, though of course, he'll want to test it out fully and take it in the proper order: wingsecond, wingleader and someday, perhaps, even Weyrleader. One of the things that won't fade away however, is his keen interest in collecting interesting objects. These span a variety of things from the ordinary to the unusual, though his tastes may grow more particular and refined as he grows older. Each item he collects has a story, teaches something about the ways of the world and he'll insist on lining his wallow with his collection so that each item serves as a reminder of what he's learned.

Slow to rise, Chalmecath will be one of the last males of the clutch to lift off after a female though it's not from lack of interest. Early on, he'll want to watch, observe, learn from others and get to know the greens and golds at the Weyr better to ensure success. He's not a flirty sort, more interested, especially when younger in the experience of the flight, how it all comes together, how it all works and you might find him surprised by his own passion when it is stirred and how deeply it affects him. When he catches, his joy is like the sun finally making it over the horizon, suffusing you both with its warmth. When he fails, it hurts and he might brood a little before shaking it off and taking it as another lesson to tuck away into his ever-growing store of knowledge. This is the way of things: there can be only one, c'est la vie. Unlike his sire, once he does start chasing, he's almost always interested, but as with Mecaith he's also inclined to form deeper bonds with certain greens or golds who just 'get' him. He's a deeply loyal mate ... until the next chase changes things up, unless he should catch a gold and sire a clutch. He's likely to be devoted and just as interested in all of the tasks that go into managing eggs as he is in everything else.

Measured and deliberate, Chalmecath is a deep thinker who cannot be moved swiftly. He's got poetry in his soul fueled by a keen ability to observe and sort out things about the world. You're the more impulsive of the two, who can perhaps get him to move along if he's caught too much on the latest idea, while he comes up with the reasons why your latest instinct might not be the best thing to jump into right now. Between the two of you there's a balance to be struck as you learn each other and how to bring out the best in you both.

Public Impression Message

The long search is over and the Measured Meanderings Bronze finally turns his steps toward a lanky young man with a shaggy mop of dark hair. There's no rush even now it seems, as the pale-hued bronze makes his way over, though his focus never wavers from his goal. Finally, he comes to a halt before his chosen candidate and flips his wings open, curving one lightly around the youth. His.

Private Impression Message

The dust of the ages shifts and moves, dislodged by a breath of steamy jungle air as it steals on through to twine around your thoughts. Like the sudden darkness of a tropical night, he settles into you, blanketing your thoughts with his presence, breathing you in as surely as he fills your lungs with himself. It could almost be smothering, frightening as your sense of self dwindles beneath the sheer weight of his will. Relief comes in the return of light, of the sun's rays dappling your face through a canopy of rich green and a slight retreat as your souls meld yet remain unique and distinct. Sonorous and deep, his voice rolls forth like a call to worship from atop some massive jungle temple: « T'mitl. I am Chalmecath, forever with you. »

Mindvoice

Chalmecath's mindvoice, when he uses words, is deep, sonorous, boasting basso tones that surge forth as if from the cloak of a dark tropical night, but hushed beneath a canopy of dense foliage. It's a rich voice rather than loud, penetrating in its vibrations, but he hardly ever 'shouts', relying more on careful word choice and supporting vibrant imagery or the firmness of his tone to make himself heard. He paints particularly vivid mental pictures though his favored sensory palette draws on facets of ancient jungle ruins: the patter of raindrops on leaves, the dusty shifting of slowly crumbling buildings, the rich scents of a rain forest, the call of tropical birds and the growl and howl of a prowling jaguar.

Dragon Inspirations

Chalmecath is strongly inspired by his dam and sire, combining Mecaith's 'deep thinking' and love of words with Elaruth's sensitivity finished off with an infusion of the native cultures you described in your application.

Egg Inspiration: Shakespeare's 60th sonnet.

Name Meaning

You requested this name in your original application and we liked it too!