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Brilliance glistens in the expansive sails of this pale and diminutive queen, stretched like sunlight caught in the web of her narrow wingspars. Exceptionally large eyes are lined with sweeps of rich ochre and set deep beneath finely-built eyeridges, gracing a broad head of wheaten gold crowned by curved headknobs scattered with dewy droplets. Ridges of cream filigree arise like flower petals from a sinuous neck which expresses, far more than does her enigmatic face, her moods and opinions with its arches and twists. A slender but powerful tail is similarly articulate, its tarnished-copper tip the only dark part of her aside from those shadowed eyes lashing whiplike with curiosity or upset. Despite the gangly awkwardness her long, sinewy limbs currently present, she moves with an icy determination that promises, in maturity, a certain statuesque grace.

Sandy Storms Egg

In one spot, just there, the sand seems to be piled to an unusual height. Or is it? A closer look reveals that there is in fact an egg there. More buried than most, the shell's sandy coloring only serves to help camouflage it. The yellow-brown shade lightens towards the top, faint golden hues emphasized as the light hits it just so - or perhaps it's merely the sand's reflection on the shell.

Touch and Sound

The shell of this egg feels a bit like the sand around it, rough and grainy.

An almost muffled rumbling meets your ears, backed by a faint whistling, like the wind. Though perhaps it's just echoes from the cavern playing tricks on you.

Sandy Storms Egg finally shakes apart revealing a gold dragon.

Dewdrops in the Desert Gold

Brilliance glistens in the expansive sails of this pale and diminutive queen, stretched like sunlight caught in the web of her narrow wingspars. Exceptionally large eyes are lined with sweeps of rich ochre and set deep beneath finely-built eyeridges, gracing a broad head of wheaten gold crowned by curved headknobs scattered with dewy droplets. Ridges of cream filigree arise like flower petals from a sinuous neck which expresses, far more than does her enigmatic face, her moods and opinions with its arches and twists. A slender but powerful tail is similarly articulate, its tarnished-copper tip - the only dark part of her aside from those shadowed eyes - lashing whiplike with curiosity or upset. Despite the gangly awkwardness her long, sinewy limbs currently present, she moves with an icy determination that promises, in maturity, a certain statuesque grace.

Temperament

From the start, Teonath is not so much driven to be what you need as merely self-sure, without question, that she -is-. Though as a young dragon she will be as prone as any to expressing her curiosity and emotions physically, as she matures she will become more and more reserved, secreting her feelings away for herself, and perhaps you, to taste.

Early on, Teonath will display a capacity for cleverness. She can be extremely judgmental in her evaluations of others, and should other dragons perform to a level lower than her own in some aspect of training or should other weyrlings underperform as compared to you, she will be pleasantly aware of those details. She will never taint herself with such observations aloud, however; instead, she shares them with you, offering you the material for your own use. Will you cruelly make her witty observations as your own, thriving on the incapacity of others? Will you instead take them as backhanded compliments from your dragon, driven harder to succeed because of the struggles of your classmates? You will only find out after acting if you did as she expected - or planned.

Attracted to strength and weakness equally, but for separate reasons, Teonath will seek to forge relationships she senses future benefit from. In weyrlinghood this might mean courting a powerful pair to create a beneficial partnership, or grooming a weak-performing rider and dragon to be loyal but unthreatening friends. In adulthood, she's more likely to rely on you to begin the process of bonding with others - even dragonriding pairs. She'll by then have found that causing a dragon to be friendly to her is easy by comparison to your efforts with people. Whether this is because humans are inherently more difficult to bond with, or because of your personality in specific, she will smilingly reserve comment upon.

She is not an overly ambitious dragon: she has already attained the pinnacle of sentient existence; why seek power atop it? You, however, have ample room for ascension, and she'll let you know it - kindly, unless she's angry with you. While Teonath certainly does not expect the two of you always to agree, she maintains a private place in her mind in which to experience shock and dismay when your values aren't aligned with hers.

A dragon of coming and going with her white-fire temper and heavy-cream affection as extremes, she might occasionally "leave" you, promising that she -can-, indeed, ignore her rider. Such actions serve to try to manipulate you into better cooperation, and even should you choose to suffer her cold shoulder rather than give in to her demands, she will always eventually come around with new ideas, new brilliance and enthusiasm, refreshed by her tantrum and time "away."

Her relationships with male dragons will for the most part be all but indiscernible from those she has with greens; they are simply other dragons, smaller and with varying strengths and capabilities, mostly different from her own. A few, however, will come to stand out: the strongest few, the weakest, those whose riders you fancy, and those whose riders she thinks you -ought- to fancy. The latter two will be treated identically, possibly to your irritation, with affectionate if aloof croons and occasional invitations to sun together.

Her interest in the strongest of males, and in the weakest, stems from her understanding of how others can be used: respectively, as partners and as tools. Even in her mating fury, she will prefer to be caught by the latter, obliging her to use every twisty and treacherous trick in the book to bend her flights to the benefit of smaller browns, younger bronzes, dragons whose physical prowess would not allow them to win in a fair chase - but who said life was fair?

Normally, she discards a mate after the flight, demanding his return only when the pains of labor drive her to the sands to clutch, and his service on those sands only to watch over their brood - as is his responsibility. But when one of those more physically powerful dragons manages, despite the uneven course that favors the lesser chasers, to claim victory and twines with the brilliant, pale gold, she will afford him a certain level of adoration. While she might resent him at a certain level for his power, she will begrudgingly submit to his superior skill, allowing him to tend her while she's gravid and returning plainly his affections while waiting on the sands for the eventual hatching.

Public Impression Message

Dewdrops in the Desert Gold gathers her limbs, their number and length cumbersome enough to make her awkward in approaching yet another Candidate. The approach, however, is final, sparing her further indignities. After arching her neck high to consider her new possession from a skyward vantage, she merely lowers her head to the slight girl's shoulder, seemingly content to rest there a while. They'll have much to do, this blue-eyed lifemate and she... but for just this moment, each is surely all the other needs.

Private Impression Message

It is almost tangible, this sudden touch. Like sandpaper on skin it is strangely gentle, rasping and arousing at once, demanding your absolute attention. « I have you. » Once the svelte queen has made her claim, all else is dismissed: the surrounding noise becomes secondary, because for this moment, the only thing that matters is you - and she. Knowing that you understand, just as she does, the impact of ownership, « You are Teonath's, now. »

Mindvoice

Teonath whispers, but whispering is not just sound: it is, in the touch of her mind, the touch of sand windswept across a golden sheet, stirred by the powerful heat of drought winds. The heat, suffocating in its intensity, accompanies her strongest affections and, you'll come to find, is most severe - with the accompanying rasp of sand on precious gold most intense - as she approaches her ascent skyward to mate. Only during that time is it impossible that, at any moment, she could turn cold from agitation or to express her peculiar deadpan humor in the alternate form of her voice, rippling with the power of an unstoppable river fed by Reachian snowmelt. Icy to dip into but refreshing against the backdrop of her desert fondness, your Teonath's rage is delightful in its own thirst-quenching way.

Dragon Inspirations

In Egyptian mythology, Tefnut is a goddess of water and fertility. She was created by Ra from his semen or mucus. With her brother, Shu, she was the mother of Seb and Nuit. Tefnut and Shu once argued, and she left Egypt. Shu quickly decided he missed her, but she changed into a cat that destroyed any man or god that approached. Thoth, disguised, eventually succeeded in convincing her to return. Wikipedia

Nowadays she drifts around making dew and keeps everything fresh. godchecker.com

Clutches

Teonath has produced 2 gold, 7 bronze, 10 brown, 15 blue, and 18 green dragons.