Midwinter Seas Green Luishaeth
| Midwinter Seas Green Luishaeth | |
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| Impressee | Pia |
| Hatching Date: | 18 October, 2015 Day 15, Month 1, Turn 39 |
| Current Age: | 30 turns |
| Size: | 21.1 feet |
| Dam: | Niahvth |
| Sire: | Kinetic Knucklebones Bronze Cadejoth |
| Lineage: | Here |
| Clutch: | Clutch:124 |
She's the color of the ocean in midwinter, all fathomless depths and dark, wavering shadows; no shallows, here, and no sun-dappled waves. Seaweed-like, the spikes of her neckridges are uneven and yet still graceful, their sloping lines a map of their own making towards the anchor-like weight of her tail. Her wings are darker still, a murky green-black that, if she holds them just right, catches the light as if to reveal long-hidden secrets; a nightmare lost far beneath the briny waves.
Private Impression Message
A moment ago, there was nothing but sweat and anticipation and the sensation of heat radiating up from the ground beneath your feet. Now, it's as if Luishaeth has always been here, making herself at home with salt and with sea. Water pools beneath you, buoying you even as it threatens to capsize... capsize and drown. Her grip is upon you now, and you may never break free from it.« Did you know what it was you wished for, Pia? Could you even imagine. Can you, even now? » She lets it hang, lets you drown in the acerbity of her tongue. « Stop gaping. I need to eat. »
Temperament
Grouchy, bad-tempered and often cryptic, Luishaeth considers herself smarter than most people, and certainly not terribly inclined to follow their rules. She's not very good at being a weyrling... weyrling rules chafe, and there's no room for her acerbic wit in strict lesson structures and plans.
She's not much for physical pursuits, though she takes to the water as if she were born to it. Others can have their flight; she has her oceans, their tides, their seaweed-draped wake. Salt-water, though; not fresh. The lake, the hot springs... they have little appeal for your sea-born green, and though she'll consent to bathe when she needs to, she'll never be one for soaking.
In the sea, she's at home. Above the sea, too, if that's what is required. Your plans for mapping the islands meet her approval, though she's never wholly obvious about that (or anything). Half the time, she can do nothing but criticise you; the other half... well. Sometimes you can just tell that she's proud, that she's willing to let down her guard and acknowledge it.
She rises infrequently and without warning, her moods seemingly capricious although you, Pia, may guess that there's always some method to her madness. They'll be short flights, a mere flurry of wingbeats and no blooding to be had; she won't linger afterwards, either, and if she remembers her mates from one moon cycle to the next, that's her business and no one else's.
She has secrets. She does not lie, no more than any dragon, but she will obfuscate as necessary.
She's not what you expected, Pia. Whether she's better-- or worse-- remains up to you. She's yours, though, for better or for worse, in calm seas and storm.
Inspiration
Luishaeth was inspired by The Luidaeg from Seanan McGuire's October Daye series. She's the Sea Witch-- mother of the Roane, older than sin, grumpy as hell.
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