Time’s Watchful Soul Bronze Adiulth
| Time's Watchful Soul Bronze Adiulth | |
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| Impressee | E'ten |
| Hatching Date: | 25 February, 2012 |
| Size: | 35.00 feet |
| Dam: | Spirited Brilliance Gold Isyath |
| Sire: | Bronze Riuscyth |
| Lineage: | Here |
| Clutch: | Clutch:27 |
| Egg Credit: | Avaryk |
| Dragon Credit: | Hattie |
| Puppeteer: | Hattie |
| Clutch 27 | |
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Contents
Through Dangers Untold Egg
Unprepossessing sepia dominates the shell of this egg, a blandness of hue that might make it forgettable were it not for the thin lines of shadowy charcoal tracing an intricate pattern across the entire curve. Winding, twining, interlocking, diverging, a multitude of squiggly paths all seem to march determinedly, if haphazardly, towards the apex. About two-thirds of the way up the colour shifts, an abrupt change from desert sandstone to smoke-obscured granite, tiny paths widening into broad avenues, though still lacking in any semblance of logical order. A glint, a silvery shimmer inside alabaster rays at the very topmost point of the shell hints at some hidden treasure, a goal worthy of the effort in deciphering the clues and deducing the correct path to reach it.
Through Dangers Untold Egg ceases rocking. Completely. Perhaps its occupant is content to wait a while longer before meeting the world. But no. All of a sudden, it makes one heavy swing forward, shattering its top and propelling the hatchling within into a nose dive onto the Sands, flailing limbs shattering the rest of the shell. Dazed, the little bronze takes a few moments to make the world stop spinning before slowly, but surely picking himself up.
Time's Watchful Soul Bronze Hatchling
This lithe little bronze looks as if he could have slipped away from a shadow, the smooth, flowing lines of his lean body lending the deep, tarnished bronze of his hide opportunities to glimmer and glow with the softness of those gentle curves. The line of his jaw comprises what little sharpness there is to him, long muzzle leading to blunted angles that invoke the head of a spear before they melt away entirely down his slim neck, ridges small and touched with the last brightness of the setting sun. Neat shoulders support slender spars, wingsails dark, a low fire's shimmer swept across the underside of his wings and around his wispy tail. His limbs are short, yet supple, a sturdiness there supported by solid paws and claws smudged with charcoal.
Temperament
Adiulth is not, and may never be, the very image of what is expected for a bronze. Small for his colour and never more so than at his hatching, what you will soon discover is that he nevertheless is a creature very comfortable in his own skin. Other bronzes may be bigger and more muscular, but he is who he is and has accepted this and so, he believes, should everybody else. This belief and self-assurance extends to you too and can come off as arrogant, especially in his early days, so sure that he should be oiled now and /now/ is the time for eating and why isn't his clutchsister doing the prescribed exercises /right now/? Fortunately (or unfortunately!), he has the patience to wait for others to come round to his way of thinking and will not snap at you if you're a pace or two behind, which is lucky, since he'll be awake a heck of a lot for a little dragon who is supposed to be asleep (and letting you sleep) so often. This is not to say that he'll always wait for you: if you're reluctant to go investigate something, he's perfectly happy to blunder ahead and try to chat to that dragon; join in that game; see how sturdy that spare cot is; tip that oil barrel over... /Try/, that is.
Of all his clutchmates, Adiulth has the uncanny ability to suggest the outcome of events before they happen. Sure, he might be being sarcastic, and sometimes he's just trying to get a laugh and be droll, but the thing is that he uses his observations of the world and of those he knows the best to make what can seem like little throwaway comments at the time. These observations are quietly made, which is what can make this little ability of his rather unnerving, but it isn't that he can predict the future: he just has an excellent understanding of how things work and affect each other. This will serve him well during weyrling classes, for he'll often be the one to pick up the latest skill first, but it could make him insufferable to those who need to try again and again and do not want him to explain to them how to do something, however well meant he is with it. He'll follow orders to the letter, until he starts to realise what his colour means and where he sits in the Weyr's hierarchy, when the questions will start up: Should he be telling his brothers and sisters what to do? Why? Do you want to be Weyrleader? Why? Why not? Good luck: his 'why?' stage could last longer than most!
As adulthood nears he'll learn that there is a certain strength and agility that comes with being smaller, allowing him to employ acrobatics that other bronzes can only dream of. When he graduates into a wing, his attention to detail and steady devotion to duty and what needs to be done has the potential to make him a key element in any group. His devotion extends beyond duty, to your wingmates and their dragons. If he notices that a pair are underperforming or a dragon is off-colour, he'll want to go and check on them and will involve you in this whenever possible. He might not be brilliant at words to comfort and reassure, but his attempts will endear him to many (though there will always be those who can't resist a giggle at his expense, which he will bear in relatively (if embarrassed) good humour). Should you choose to continue the path to becoming a dragonhealer, his care for others and ability to see what others might miss will serve you both well, especially if he can learn to turn the 'leader' voice of his colour to one that can command /and/ calm.
When it comes to flights, he'll be a little slower to throw himself into the chase than others, often deciding that, yes, he is going to go after that green or gold at the very last minute. This has the potential to make things difficult for you, being one minute sure that he isn't going to chase and the next caught up in the heat of the moment. He's not the sort to go after every girl that catches his eye and more likely to develop a fondness for a few females he knows well, though whether he can resist the pull of a gold will be down to your encouragement or determination to draw him away. Throughout flights, he'll be so certain, so assured that he's going to catch that it will often be a sharp and unpleasant shock when he doesn't. If he does catch, he'll be devoted to his new mate for as long as she permits; a devoted clutchsire too, should he fly a queen. He'll want to be proud of mate and clutch, aloof and cool about it, but, in the end, truth is he has the potential to be downright soppy about the whole thing.
Being that comfortable in his own skin, Adiulth has the potential to break the mould and remake it into something of his own design, should you so wish. Do you want to be a dragonhealer? Do you want to be wingleaders? Weyrleader? He has the people skills to be a healer or (and?) a leader; the quiet confidence to calm and inspire. The question is: where do you want your path to take you?
Public Impression Message
Time's Watchful Soul Bronze Hatchling finally pauses in his methodical study of the white-robed young people standing before him. His tail curls, his wings are extended and refolded, then he sets off to close the distance between himself and an as yet unknown destination. When he reaches the young man with the green-grey eyes, he lifts a paw and touches it to the hem of the Candidate's robe, gaze following the expanse of white up to find the face of the one he's chosen. Paw back to the Sands before he unbalances himself, he trills, slightly off-key, announcing his choice. This is the best one.
Private Impression Message
Shattering glass. Distant, yes, but it's definitely the sound of glass shattering as it hits a stone floor, as if someone in the infirmary has dropped a beaker and you can hear every single crack of its impact from here. Footsteps follow, soft and slow at first, then rushing through your mind at an alarming speed, bringing with them a darkness that is soon overpowered by the light of the rising sun. « It's you. E'ten! » Those footsteps falter as affection and a sense of relief overwhelm you both, pushing all doubts aside, though the light is dimming and restores a darker, heavy /certain/ gravity. « This is where you were meant to be. » Of course it was. You know that just as well as he does. « I'm Adiulth. »
Mindvoice
Much like his dam and grand dam, Adiulth's mental voice contains elements of the atmosphere, with a heavy sense of something vast and more /beyond/ that could become overwhelming at times. There's a light lingering behind that darkness, dawn or dusk ready to comfort, especially when he steals the scents and sounds from your (often distant) memories to communicate with, so sure that they're his own. The echo of footsteps is woven through his voice, soft and gentle when calm and rising to a crashing, harsh stamp of a noise when angry. At the worst of times, there's nothing, just that heaviness, darkness and /silence/.
Dragon Inspirations
Adiulth is based on the character of Rory Williams from the 5th and 6th series of the new Doctor Who. Before he decided to join his girlfriend and travel with the Doctor, Rory worked as a nurse, and it is this ability and dedication that lies beneath his outer shell that makes him, as you requested, a like personality to Esten's, but with that extra energy and impulse to drive him to take steps and risks that he might not (yet). His description is based on a reproduction of a Macedonian bronze shield.
Egg Inspiration: Labyrinth: 'Where everything seems possible and nothing is what it seems.'
Name Meaning
Adiulth is derived from the Latin word for sword 'gladius', linked to his inspiration, as Rory spent many years as a Roman soldier.
