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{{Dragon |weyr=HRW |impressee=B'dran |name=Frosted Earth Brown Brinath |date=2005.01.29 |size=32.6 |color=brown |egg=Immaculate Ice Egg |dam=Wind of Spring Serenade Gold Lhiannonth |sire=Willful Waterfall Bronze Volath |clutch=22 |egg credit=M'rek |dragon credit=Josilina |body=

Immaculate Ice Egg

In the ill-illumination of nightly hours ice has become insurgent over the land that is this egg. Dark forest greens are immobilized by a sheer casing of crystalline aegis. An imbrication of icicles is immortally imposed upon the curve of the shell, incandescent in nature the slender tendrils seem to be of no color themselves, and yet at the same time to reflect all colors back to the world as an inerrant mirror. Exposure to direct light will reveal the true, imperious inheritance of this egg, an infinity of inimitable diamond radiance in reflection.

Immaculate Ice Egg crumbles, freeing the frosted brown inside.

Frosted Earth Brown

Gleaming light curls around each line of this young brown's thick frame, deep umber of breast and belly surrendering to winter-light frost that collects and clings at every edge. Corners, like each joint of moon-bright wings, shine with the pale whispers of reflected, illuminated light, while the rest of him dips into the shadowed hues of bare earth and scuffed soil. His hide appears finely textured for the contrast of rich brown and smooth gilding, with just the subtlest of spring's brightness at tail and talon to offset those glittering highlights - so like his sire's in frozen form

Temperament

From the moment of your meeting it will be clear that Brinath's nature is a happy one. Yes, he'll have his moments: storms and fits of irritability and bouts of coldness when he will talk to no one but you, if that. But overall he's a playful, light-hearted sort, full of tricks and games and ever determined to bring levity to any situation.

He'll be particularly prone to his fits of sullenness when he is young; luckily, they'll be fairly predictable - a snit here or there when something doesn't go his way. Beware, for he won't try to hide it when he's out of sorts; he'll bluster and complain and you may be hard pressed to keep him from loading down anyone who will listen (and even those who would rather not) with his woes. You'll have to work on keeping his public temper under control, and deal with his more private fits on your own. For while he can whine up a storm, it's his silent sulks that are the worst - closed-off and icy cold when you try to talk him out of it.

Despite all that, however, Brinath is cheerful and clever of heart. He'll love playing little tricks, especially in weyrlinghood - nothing that could get either of you into trouble, fortunately, but harmless pranks such as moving your clothespress two feet to the left or splashing his clutchmates during bathtime. He may also take to leaving small gifts for his fellow weyrlings: a pretty rock, a unique shell, anything he finds especially interesting. Brinath will delight in reactions, from happiness over his gifts and jokes to annoyance because he's gone and hidden his straps in his couch again. He may not pay as much attention in class as you'd like, and may try and chat with his clutchmates instead, but with your persuasion and guidance he'll learn what he needs to know. Eventually.

As he gets older, Brinath's mood swings will become significantly less frequent. On the down side, they'll also be much less predictable. For no reason at all he may blow cold and frosty, only to be in perfect spirits again by dinnertime. And he'll always apologize for his funks, if not in words then with one of his simple presents. He'll still be fond of tricks and be ever playful, but he'll also gain a sense of timing; when little pranks are appropriate and when they're not. But even maturity won't rid him of that mile-wide streak of mischief.

Brinath loves winter. It's his favorite season and he'll make that crystal clear every time it comes about. He'll delight in watching snowball fights and may try starting one or two of his own. When there's snow on the ground, he's bound to try and cajole you to come out and join him. « Come B'dran, come out and enjoy the snow! It is so much fun - I could help you build a snow dragon, please come out! » Should you prove resistant to his begging he may well go out and find someone else to enjoy it with.

Flights will be just another way for Brinath to have fun. Rather childlike in nature, he won't take particular notice of greens or golds as anything but friends unless they're proddy. Glowing females will be treated with respect and some trepidation and he'll be extra-secretive in his gift giving (for he'll rely on his little presents as a way of wooing). And he'll be prone to changing his mind at the last second, deciding to chase a glowing green he was just ignoring, or not chase one he was just admiring. But if he does chase his style will be all loops and turns and whether he wins or not he'll have had a bit of fun. And if he doesn't win he'll get over the loss quickly. In the long run, he'll be keener on greens than golds, with their more acrobatic flight patterns and fewer strings attached, so to speak. If he does happen to win a gold flight, however, he'll throw himself into the spirit of his impending fatherhood whole heartedly, doting on the mother and delighting in the eggs. However once they are all hatched and Impressed he'll be quick in moving on to some other fixation and won't oft dwell on the thought of his offspring.

Brinath will be delightful, distractible and ever good-hearted but above all he will be yours, always and forever. He will confide in you, plot mischief with you and adore you with every bit of his so-big heart. And even during those times when his playfulness may seem like a little too much or he's sulking over a failed adventure, you'll know that in the long run you two will always be the best of friends - through cleverness and hilarity, frosty moods and the coziest of winters together.

Public Impression Message

Frosted Earth Brown stops before a /very/ tall boy. He looks up and up and up, momentarily forgetting about the sand caught under his claws. He doesn't forget about the hungry and sticky bit, though. Maybe this one will do? At the very least, maybe this one will feed him. He headbutts into the knees of the blond-haird lad, forcing attention to be paid to him.

Private Impression Message

The bustle, the noise, the -heat- of the sands falls away in a rush of cold air as your eyes meet those of the young blue. « B'dran! » His childlike glee at finding you - finally! - is nearly palpable. « B'dran, I'm Brinath and I've been looking for you for ages! » Discomfort, his and now yours, gnaws at the edges of his joy. « Now that I have, can we go? It's too *hot* here and I'm really hungry. »

Mindvoice

Crisp and clear, when Brinath speaks his words are edged with glittering frost. He takes care to pronounce everything as it should be and though his words will tend to jumble and tumble together when he gets excited, when that happens he'll always pause and restate things in a clearer fashion. He will, however, also be fond of cryptic turns of phrase: riddles, if you will, or even little rhymes said out singsong style - this tendency comes up the most when he's feeling particularly playful. And those times when he's upset or sulking frosty clouds of smoke will back his words and his tone will be brittle and hard edged.

Dragon Inspirations

Brinath from "brina", the Italian word for 'hoar frost' (the frost that forms on grass and leaves from frozen dew in the early morning). And his personality was inspired by the general idea of snow, wintertime and Jack Frost - the mythical imp who leaves drawings in frost on windowpanes.