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Girl on Fire Egg

Some eggs glimmer, but this one /glows/. Coated first in a perfect, coal-dark black finish, its enticingly smooth surface is also brushed with swathes of molten amber and flare-bright gold that loop and climb, engulfing it in a fiery storm that burns with an intensity that leaves an occasional fleck of sparkling diamond-white in its wake. It stands a little slimmer than some of the clutch, yet not quite taller, somehow never falling on its side.

Girl on Fire Egg ceases rocking and goes so, so still. Has its occupant given up? Is the dragonet within trapped? ...No. Flakes of fiery bronze and amber begin to spill from the shell, the whole egg collapsing about itself with the smallest of sounds and the least of flashy entrances. As eggshell melts away, an emerald-green body emerges, newly-hatched dragonet's paws finding sand with an unerring steadiness for one so young and new to the world. She lifts her nose to sniff at the air, testing it, and then she's off towards the white-robed folk, subtle challenge in her orange-whirling gaze.

Enchanting Protectress Green Hatchling

Sure-footed and long of limb, not even delicate, well-presented paws can suggest any hint of fragility about this young, moonlit-emerald-bright green. She carries herself with an air of calm and secure confidence, her slim muzzle ever tipped slightly upwards to permit her to survey her surroundings. A brightness to her almond-shaped eyes betrays a hint of mischief, her slim, graceful neck breezing down to narrow shoulders always held almost perfectly level, hints of paler, more icy green beginning to collect in a faint mist about her ribcage, dispersing and building intensity as it reaches her flanks and sweeps down her long, elegant tail, which ends in a flare of sapphire. Her wingsails too are pale, though capture the glossy shine of a rough-cut gem in sunlight, hints of a darker, shadowy hue gathering along spars and wing-joints. Her talons are black, square-edged in their blunt newness, as yet of little use to inflict damage.

Temperament

Your Ihvaiyth is most definitely a green, but she has the bearing and grace of a queen, for all that she lacks the often inherent arrogance and mental /push/ of a young gold. She might not have that /push/, but you will discover early on that she will never be entirely innocent in any antics that she and her siblings get up to, for she finds herself able to make silent suggestions and encourage her brothers and sisters into all sorts quite inadvertently, planting mischievous ideas and making them seem oh-so-enticing, though of course none are /made/ or /bound/ to do as she wishes. ...Even if she does make her plans seem so brilliantly appealing. She is quietly and fiercely devoted to both you and her siblings, and will berate herself worst of all if she ever accidentally causes harm, though on the surface she will accept any blame and punishment with steely dignity and cool composure, which may lead some to wonder if she has learnt her lesson. You will know best of all just how well she learns from her mistakes; how guilt and regret and failure can eat away at her, making her that much more determined to do better - be better - /next time/.

Outwardly, many will believe her to be old before her time, for her mannerisms can seem abrupt and her admonishment of others stern, yet she is the bearer of a dry and sharp wit that you will be treated to often at the most inopportune of moments, such as in the middle of lessons or right when one of the weyrlingmasters asks you a question. /That's/ when she'll offer her latest - sometimes cheeky - observation, always sporting the most attentive and innocent of looks for the person you should be listening to or is addressing you. Her remarks are so well-timed (or not!) because she /does/ listen to everything and everyone around her, paying deep attention to both what she can understand of your classroom lessons and the weyrling classes and drills you undertake together. Ihvaiyth wants to /know/ how things work and how the two of you can make progress, demonstrating a dedication to rules and structure that she can also throw completely out of the window when there's a chance to get a sneaky joke or adventure in. The girl that tells everyone 'Ready? Set?' and runs before she's told them 'Go!'? That's Ihvaiyth, if ever she can get away with it.

From her earliest hours, Ihvaiyth shows a steadiness on the ground that she will translate to the sky as she matures and begins to put her wings to the use for which she has them, though finding form in the skies will not be something that comes naturally to her. On the ground, she can often seemingly be there one minute and gone the next, but getting her wings to co-operate and do exactly as she wishes will be a struggle at first. She knows what they /should/ do and what she /wants/ them to do, though she will have to work at it and practise. She may become easily frustrated that her body will not simply do as her mind orders it, needing you to encourage her and break down turns and aerial acrobatics into steps that she can understand. But when she's /finally/ got it? She's got it. Whether she comes to this understanding in weyrlinghood or during her early adult turns is up to you. Between will come as easily to her as breathing, her images clear and easily manipulated as required.

When it comes to joining a wing, Ihvaiyth will want to understand her wingmates as best she can, since she comprehends that this is the best way for her to become one of the team and for them to work as a unit. She will be protective of her wingmates, for they are her family, and her desire to protect them and have everyone see them for as good as they are may drive her to seek out a leadership role for the two of you. It's also possible that she may decide that the youngest dragons of the Weyr are worth her time and devotion and will seek to have you gain an AWLM knot.

Flights will be a difficult time for her, as she will never be entirely happy with the loss of control and the sense of chaos that creeps up on her the closer she gets to rising to mate. Flirting does not come naturally to her, nor does the desire to, but if she has a preference before she rises, she will often try and encourage or entreat that male (or males!) into chasing her, to try and claw back some of the control slipping away from her. When she rises, she's more likely to be caught by a male that she knows or one that exhibits bravery or skill, not one to appreciate underhand or aggressive tactics. Ihvaiyth is capable of being devoted to the right mate, though it can take a lot for a male to meet her criteria.

Only you and those that she trusts the very most will ever see the true heat of the fire that burns deeply within Ihvaiyth. She is not prone to loss of self-control or angry outbursts, favouring the wielding of words and cunning to displays of aggressive behaviour or temper tantrums. It is this same control that can make her seem cold and aloof to those who don't know her well, yet those who do know her will understand that she doesn't need to be overly-demonstrative to show that she cares. If a sibling or wingmate is hurt, she'll be by their side with the drape of a wing or distracting observations about the world; she'll tell everyone what they need to do to start over and pick themselves up again; she'll be the girl who'll go to the ends of the world for someone without a fuss or seeking adulation.

But most of all, she loves Vashelle. She wants you to achieve and see things /together/, no matter what it takes. For Ihvaiyth, your partnership is the most important thing and you will be the only one she ever shares her hurts and fears with. To the world, she will be indestructible, but /you/ know better.

Public Impression Message

Enchanting Protectress Green slows in her intense study of the Candidates, her opinion of those nearest to her expressed with a dissatisfied sniff as she turns very slowly and deliberately from them to take neat, purposeful steps towards the girl all darkness and light with her creamed-klah complexion against the paleness of her robe. She makes no fuss, but completes a possessive circuit around the former stablehand's ankles before simply sitting at her feet to stare adoringly and approvingly up at her. She is /hers/ now.

Private Impression Message

With all the force of a comet striking barren, rocky earth, /someone/ invades the very depths of your mind, bringing with them white-hot flames and the icy-cerulean glow stolen from distant stars. Suddenly, you are aware of all the slightest of imperfections in all of your fellows around you, and of just how perfect /you/ are. Are you perfect? You are to her, to that presence who dampens her fires as she steals her way into your heart and stakes her claim to you, promising to be yours forever without the need for so much as a single word. « Vash... elle. Vash. Yes. » And then an icy spark - a hint of laughter. « Of course you know you are /my/ girl now. I am Ihvaiyth, but you know that too, do you not? And what we must do now? » Firstly, attend to her hunger, but there will be so much /more/ to follow.

Mindvoice

Ihvaiyth's images are initially formed of icy-sapphire mist dashed about to create outlines and luminous impressions of the pictures she calls to mind before she makes them 'real' and copies of the real thing, an ever-present glimmer of light there when she reaches for the minds of others. For her, images are as useful as words and as easily created and manipulated as her vast vocabulary, blending seamlessly from one to the next, one landscape or view transforming effortlessly into another. Ever one for details, she can accurately recreate the scent of the chilled air of the mountains or the floral scent of the meadows to share with her often vivid pictures, those scents often stolen to share her mood: if she was /happy/ in that meadow, she'll share it when she's joyful; if /you/ were upset when that klah was spilt, she'll bring back the bitter smell of the stuff when she's distressed. Words are summed forth in an often dry alto, her voice rarely taking to the higher registers.

Dragon Inspirations

As requested, your Ihvaiyth is based on Minerva McGonagall of the Harry Potter series of novels by J.K Rowling. Her physical appearance is inspired by both this image of a rough-cut emerald and the cat, tying into McGonagall's propensity for wearing green and both her Animagas form and patronus: a cat. Her mindvoice is likewise inspired by the colours and whispy form of the patronus as seen in the films, with her talent for transfiguration and charms mixed in, her accidental manipulation of objects and the family cat in childhood what grants Ihvaiyth her persuasive skills in her youth.

Egg Inspiration: The outfit worn by Katniss Everdeen for the opening ceremony of her second Hunger Games in 'Catching Fire' by Suzanne Collins.

Name Meaning

Ihvaiyth (Ih-VAY-th) is a mixture of elements of 'Minerva', 'Athena' and 'chrysafenios', the Ancient Greek word for 'gold', a colour often associated with Athena (of the golden eyes/hair/shield, etc), who is the goddess adopted by the Romans and named 'Minerva'. It also has hints of the names of both her dam and sire!