Gregarious Git-R-Done Green Teisyth

Gregarious Git-R-Done Green Teisyth
Impressee	G'laer
Hatching Date:	1st November, 2013
Size:	21.9 feet
Dam:	As True As The Tide Gold Iesaryth out of gold Zaisavyth (MCW) x bronze Leiventh (MCW)
Sire:	Molten Glass Vhaeryth out of gold Isyath (FTW) x bronze Riuscyth (HRW)
Lineage:	Here
Egg Credit:	Madilla
Dragon Credit:	Alida, K'del and Leova
Puppeteer:	Leova

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Sugar and Spice And All Things Nice Egg

Pearlescent and pale, in a sickly sweet kind of way, this egg is swathed in baby pink, the kind of coloration that could so easily be reflective - but manages not to be. Loping whorls extend about the rounded bottom, like a lacy decorative border, while a darker splotch rests towards the tip, red-tinted, almost the very shape of a cartoon heart.

Flakes of shell begin to peel away from the Sugar and Spice and All Things Nice Egg, as shudderings from within set it to rocking, back and forth. All at once, it seems to backfire, collapsing within itself with an audible bang that sends shards flying, raining down upon the blocky green hatchling so recently within.

Gregarious Git-R-Done Green

Muted teal smooths this unlikely green dragonet's hide and thick, strong claws, gracing her squarish build with a habit of innocent, simple ease-- if one that's then been scoured. Rusty streaks smear the base of her neck and her broad chest, her blocky limbs and the last half of a long, sinewy tail, as though she had busied herself in rain and sun for Turns unattended; here and there even they flake away, revealing flecks of chartreuse atop her skewed headknobs and along her undercarriage. That brighter green thins and shines between otherwise stocky, rusty wingspars, veins visible within those translucent sails like cracked glass that somehow remains intact. But upward, along those irregular neckridges, that teal green returns: rambling into a wide, yet finely chiseled head that may have another rusty streak down her decidedly convex nose, that may come equipped with a pair of prominent incisors-- but also a pair of bright, inculpable eyes.

Temperament

There may be times, G'laer, when you wonder how on Pern you ended up with a dragon like Teisyth; could the two of you be any more different, honestly? (And how could she possibly be related to sleek, showy dragons like Iesaryth and Vhaeryth?) But she drove her way into your heart in that first moment of Impression, and though there will certainly times when she's a frustration to you, she's yours: the best friend you could ever have, your sidekick in everything, the one person who believes in you to the ends of Pern and back again. Her life is forevermore centered upon yours, and if sometimes her efforts to 'help' are more likely to hinder... well, her heart is still, without question, in the right place.

As a weyrling, she's prone to hyperactivity: a little ball of bubbling energy, delighted by life and eager to share everything with you. Although she'll have a sense of fun throughout her life, it's only in these earliest months that it will likely manifest in the form of pranks and tricks, as she tests the boundaries of the world around her. She never means to harm, though, and her antics will as often have her laughing at herself as much as anyone else; she has no sense of shame. Indeed, she's comfortable in her own skin from the very start. She'll also be easy to trick in return, for she's both gullible and inclined to take everything literally, no matter how unlikely. « G'laer! Olveraeth's rider said she would skin us alive if we did that again. You'll protect me, won't you? »

Words are, in many ways, her downfall. In addition to taking things literally, Teisyth also has a habit of saying the wrong thing at the wrong time. It's something she may largely grow out of over time, but chances are that she will still occasionally slip up, often in the most delicate of situations.

Despite being generally an obedient dragon, she's very much unlike her dam in that she'll find it difficult to sit still, in youth (and probably adulthood as well); there's just so much to do and see! In the end, though, she's largely a homebody, lacking the desire to roam that so many of her fellows will exhibit. The great wide world is a little overwhelming and intimidating (though you can help by reassuring and explaining to her), whereas home is comfortable: she knows where everything is, and how it works. She's certainly not the brightest of her classmates, nor the most athletic, but she's likely to be quickly recognised for other qualities: her kindness, her loyalty, her cheerfulness.

Her moods are infectious. Indeed, you might not even realise how much she's influencing your own-- you're just happy, or sad, and it feels like your very own happiness or sadness, even if it isn't. There's joy in this, but on those rare occasions when she gets upset or sad, beware the shared downward spiral that leaves you both wretched. But she never gives up, your Teisyth: she may be wounded, she may be battle-scarred, but she keeps on truckin'.

She may become something of a mascot to her weyrling group, and later, the same may be true in her wing. Unlike Rillaeth, she's not beautiful in the air; as in most things, she's more inclined to the slow-and-steady than the fast-and-furious, with all the endurance that that implies. She is, however, surprisingly adept at more unusual methods of flight - upside-down, backwards, and so on. A traditional wing might not see much use in such things, but others may, and it will no doubt please Teisyth no end for her skills to be useful to someone.

Teisyth also has a sometimes surprising talent for making things work, and won't be shy about pushing you to act as her opposable thumbs in the process. Unlike many dragons, she's perfectly happy to be used to lift and carry and provide brute force - indeed, she's stronger than most greens, and able to get into tight quarters better than the larger dragons. Being helpful is one of the things she loves best; she'll be terribly proud of the work she does, even when she's tired to the point of exhaustion, afterwards. « We did good, huh, G'laer? Didn't we? We did good. »

If Teisyth had her way, she'd go everywhere with you, all the time: here would be nothing in your world of which she wasn't part. She gets frightfully sad when you do something without her, though her forgiveness is quick, and when you return? She'll throw herself into a positive orgy of enthusiasm. Her memory is no better than that of most dragons, and it doesn't bother her whatsoever; she lives in the now. For Teisyth, worrying is generally overrated; her philosophy is simply to live her life, and let what happens happen. (And, well, if it's possible? Live life doing something fun! Like tipping herdbeasts. Or flying backwards.)

She likes to collect things - salvage, she'll call it, a tangible manifestation of how she likes to make broken things better. She'd fill your entire weyr with the odds and ends she finds, if you'd let her. She may not know what they're good for yet... but she's absolutely sure that they'll be good for something. (And frustrating as it might be for you... she'll often be right.)

As an adult, she'll enjoy playing with weyrlings and with human children as well - Teisyth's sense of childlike wonder is one thing that will not change as she gets further down the road of life. She'll enjoy mud puddles and dust-clouds alike, and though being scrubbed and oiled afterwards will be nice, she's not precisely the sensual type... indeed, she'd happily forgo them both if it weren't for the infernal itching that would likely result.

Teisyth is not a flirt, nor is she likely to ever try to be. She's blithely unbothered by her lack of conventional physical attractiveness, and will never see much point in the flirtations of some of her sisters and female wingmates. She'd rather be a friend than a lover, and may indeed be outright bashful at the very idea of her own flights. When that moment hits, however, she's utterly sold, and throws herself into flight with all the enthusiasm she can muster... which is a considerable amount, all told. Fine words tend to go over her head: she's much more interested in letting her flight lust take over, and lead the flight where it may. It may be that it simply never occurs to her to try and manipulate the outcome; more likely, she simply doesn't want to. And, after all, why shouldn't she simply fly free? She won't be clingy with the dragon who does finally catch her; she doesn't mind a cuddle, but really, her engines are more likely to be revving up to lead her on to the next adventure... or back to you.

You, G'laer, are her one true love - you're it. Her loyalty is absolute; in this relationship, you hold all the power. (Though there is that part where you tend to feel what she feels, whether or not you realize it, whether or not you try to block it, quite as though it were your own.) If you treat her poorly, she will cower, like a kicked puppy, but her forgiveness comes nearly instantly, whether or not you apologize for whatever it is you've done. She knows all too well that you're smarter than she is, and that means you must know best. If you're upset with her? She did wrong. And she'll just have to try and do better. But if you sit back and listen, G'laer, there's a lot you can learn from her, too... and if you can get past the frustrations that are no doubt inherent in a life with Teisyth, there's a middle road where you can meet as equals.

You're her hands, her pizzazz. She thinks you're the coolest person she's ever met: you're everything. Isn't it wonderful, to be loved as unconditionally as she loves you?

Public Impression Message

A few more tentative steps carry the Gregarious Git-R-Done Green further towards a group of candidates, where she hesitates, regarding each in turn. They're scary, or perhaps simply not right, though, and on she goes, listing from side to side with each wobbling step. Her head lifts, abruptly, that stubby tail going still, and then she lunges forward with great certainty, letting her eyes meet Gallagher's just before she buries her head into his middle.

Private Impression Message

The sands smell of sweat and sand and salt, and of fear and excitement and exhilaration, too, but mostly sweat. Now, though, there's something new, the coppery tang of something that brushes up against your senses, followed quickly by the scent of something... nutty? A green muzzle buries itself into the plane of your midsection, but not before her eyes can meet yours, and seal the deal forever. « G'laer! » she says, bubbling over with joy, joy that you abruptly share. « Oh, G'laer, I just knew I'd find you, and I did! Teisyth is here to help you! I'm happier than... oh, I don't even know, I'm just so happy. » And so are you.

Mindvoice

Teisyth's mental touch has a taste to it, something that sometimes lurks on the back of your tongue and in your nose, especially when she's excited. It's a peculiar combination of rusty metal and something almost nutty, something that may drive you crazy when she's being especially clingy or irritating in some way... or crazy in a good, addictive sort of way at times too. Her voice is in the lower range for a female dragon, a drawling alto that's as rough and unpolished as corrugated iron, though it tends to lift in pitch when she gets excited.

Itchyspots

Let's be honest: grooming and self-care are not high on the list of things that Teisyth cares about. It's true that she enjoys the time spent with her G'laer, but she's inclined to be restless - it interrupts the doing and if nothing else, Teisyth is a doer. To that end, she's liable to ignore her own itches until they become overwhelming, and then throw herself at your mercy to oil her now, now, now, and really right now, please? Of course, she'll be embarrassed and apologetic about that, and promise to do better... and she will try. Her itchiest spots are along the edges of her wingsails, and beneath her chin, though it may well be that the latter is simply because she enjoys being rubbed there (don't tell).

Inspiration

Our theme for this clutch was 'gladiators', albeit with a loose interpretation, and your request of Mater from Pixar's 'Cars' actually fit rather nicely into that: Mater is part of Lightning McQueen's support staff, and he is clearly a gladiator of a sort. Even the fiercest fighters need support staff! We hope Teisyth will be good support staff for G'laer, too: a cheerleader for all his endeavours. Her name comes from the Irish word 'Pisteise' which means 'pistachio' - in honor, of course, of Mater's favorite ice cream.

Egg Inspiration: Killed by kindness... which often results in the desires for real violence in the other direction!