Effervescent Joys of Spring Green Evyth
| Effervescent Joys of Spring Green Evyth | |
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| Impressee | Lys |
| Hatching Date: | 24 October, 2015 Day 4, Month 2, Turn 39 |
| Current Age: | 30 turns |
| Size: | 22.4 feet |
| Dam: | Selflessness Over Steel Gold Roszadyth |
| Sire: | King of Gore Bronze Lythronath |
| Lineage: | Here |
| Clutch: | Clutch:129 |
| Egg Credit: | K'del |
| Dragon Credit: | Irianke |
| Puppeteer: | Irianke |
Pleasantly rotund with adorably large paws, this green is, nonetheless, sprightly and light on her matured limbs. She's colored a dew-touched spring green from the top of her head to the tip of her tail, even down to her toes with their ivory-gold talons; a subtle mottled patterning, slightly darker and reminiscent of paisley, winds in and around the softly curved ridges of her spine. That same patterning is found in the delicate lace-like sails of her wings, flowing from stalwart spars that stretch wider when unfurled than her length would imply, and repeats on the underside of her gently sloped neck. Her face is cherubic with its dished profile and rounded cheeks that convey a perpetually cheerful visage, but it's in her expressive, so often gently whirling eyes that true emotions can be found.
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Death by Pink Egg
A faint flush of pink bedecks this egg's shell, creating a filmy, frilly backdrop that might be quite lovely, actually, if it weren't for the more garish shades that overwhelm the rest. It's as if someone took the pink and magnified it: not only frivolous polka dots in fuschia, but magenta fronds that curl their way up towards that pointed end, like an insidiously creeping nightmare. Towards the lower curve, so often tucked into the sand as if to hide it from the world, those pinks grow brighter still - blinding and brilliant, potentially terrifying in their vibrance.
The veneer of ruffles and frills start to crack, exposing a dark shadow within. Successive shakes deepen those cracks quickly, until an explosion sends a shower of pink shell confetti to rain onto those nearest to the egg -- and reveals a pleasantly rounded little green.
Effervescent Joys of Spring Green
Pleasantly rotund with adorably large paws, this young green is, nonetheless, sprightly and light on her short limbs. She's colored a dew-touched spring green from the top of her head to the tip of her tail, even down to her wiggly toes with their ivory-gold talons; a subtle mottled patterning, slightly darker and reminiscent of paisley, winds in and around the softly curved ridges of her spine. That same patterning is found in the delicate lace-like sails of her wings, flowing from stalwart spars that stretch wider when unfurled than her length would imply, and repeats on the underside of her gently sloped neck. Her face is cherubic with its dished profile and rounded cheeks that convey a perpetually cheerful visage, but it's in her expressive, so often exuberantly whirling eyes that true emotions can be found.
Temperament
Evyth is that first rosebud of spring, that first wild berry in the field. She's the sweet taste of a strawberry, as you bite into the warm ripened flush and feel the juice dribble down your lips to your chin and eventually down your arm to your elbow. She's effervescent, eternal youth embodied in dragon form.
In the first few days, Evyth will know nothing but her stomach. She'll eat, sleep, eat some more, and then sleep. In her dreams, you'll find a fascinating medley of her thoughts on her various siblings (kind), her thoughts on you (adoring and loyal), her parents (so so big), the food she's ingesting (I think I prefer the one today from the one yesterday), and the Weyr (the what?). After a sevenday, she'll start realizing there's a larger, much more vast world and she'll be ready to explore it with and through you.
She's apt to be unerringly loving to everyone and anything, the smallest vtol that lands on her nose tip to the largest dragon in the Weyr. Her positivity is enchanting and her spirit indomitable.
Except when it's not.
There will be times throughout her life when even Evyth's brightness won't be able to overcome and she will lean on you like the eternal companion and comrade you are for her. It may be difficult in those times to figure out how to wake someone so drowning in ennui, but for her, for the most part, these down in the dumps moods are momentary until she finds her off-we.
But those times won't often emerge until adulthood sets in. In youth, in weyrlinghood, Evyth will be a middling student, but do things with a verve that sometimes can make people think she's succeeding at a higher level. Her sunny disposition will make her a social companion for most of her fellow weyrlings. That even goes for those who might not be so inclined towards niceness; she isn't naturally skittish, and often will try and try again, showing deep sensitivity for the feelings of others and slowly growing into her own. This has echoes of the catalyst talent of her granddam, of learning how to best address many emotional situations. Even when she is not capable of brightening up someone's day, she might be able to figure out just who else will!
Needless to say, you are Evyth's home port, where she goes for comfort in a mutually reciprocating relationship. She'll burrow herself deep into your consciousness, and in return be the mountain of pillows at the end of the day for you to just sink back into. Companionable silence and that sense of absolute knowing will draw you two together. When you need to speak and unwind, she will listen intently, making the appropriate noises and thoughts to let you know she is, in fact, still there. For you, Evyth won't flare with the brightness she shows others; it'll be an intimate flicker, and rather than tell you what to do, or even advise, she'll listen. Listening is such a lost art and Evyth is born with the innate talent to do this for you and those dragons she is actually close to. When asked her opinion, from you or anyone, she will generally opt for truthfulness, unless it will hurt someone's feelings, and even then, if pushed absolutely to it, she will suggest the truth with great reluctance.
Part of Evyth's inability to be a great student is a streak of, well, physical clumsiness. She needs to grow into her round body and short limbs for one, but your dragon's not a simple klutz. Hers is a klutziness borne of the seeming inability to do both social interaction and physical movement at the same time. Sure, she can chatter Zaisyreth up almost coquettishly, but then if she's walking next to you while doing so, she might walk right into a wall. Or, there, let's see how Asaroth is doing, maybe today he needs a cheer up after failing to catch that herdbeast (it was moving quite fast that day), but watch out!, Evyth is suddenly chewing thoughtfully on the end of her tail tip, as it somehow fell in with her food.
Fortunately, these little quirks will diminish over time, the more quickly for your grace and the lessons you teach her -- until, sometime at the end of weyrlinghood, you'll realize you've gone an entire few sevens without a multitasking incident! Thank Faranth!
She's likely to admire Quarinth's great sense of adventure, and the absolute certainty Aidavanth shows in her chosen causes. Indeed, Evyth finds something to celebrate in each of her clutchmates, even those things she cannot-- or chooses not-- to understand. And for you, Lys? For you, she has nothing but joy. Every part of you is worth celebrating, Lys, because you are you.
She will be a late bloomer, not opting to rise as early as many of her siblings might, taking her time instead to grow into her feminine curves and all the sloping, lovely lines of her body. But when she comes into her own, so to speak, Evyth will own every pleasurable thought in her head and yours to boot. Your dreams in the sevenday's slow build towards her flight will increasingly grow sensual, though not necessarily erotic. She is one of those dragons who, once she finally finds the male for her, the one who feels in kind for her, will tend to be caught by him, finding the utmost satisfaction in this reciprocity.
Evyth's a graceful flier, often enjoying flying straight versus between, the better to enjoy the scenery... and feeling the wind rustle through her wingsails... and that sense of calm when she's away from the world with you, and only you. She may have some difficulty with others riding her, but when it means something to you, Evyth will keep her disquiet silent. She will enjoy sweeps; all that (mostly) uninterrupted time! Plus, the fact that what you're doing may help someone else? Surely there is no greater feeling than that. Drills are, frankly, less of her thing, but she likes the sense of belonging to something-- her wing. Her Weyr. Her world. It's likely she'll bond closely with at least some of her clutchmates, enjoying that continued sense of rightness even after graduation, when everyone begins to go their own ways.
In the end, Evyth is the best friend for life, the loyal companion, and your dearest who will give you absolute unconditional love, faith, and peace. Where you lead, she will follow.
Public Impression Message
Effervescent Joys of Spring Green is a last-minute flurry of movement and emotions, her joy at having found the one radiating in a loud broadcast towards dragonkind as well as her, that lovely blonde with the blue-green eyes. When, at last, she is standing before the woman, she just looks up, her expressively lit and brightly whirling eyes looking adoringly at her chosen.
Private Impression Message
You feel the joy before anything seems to make sense, this pure unadulterated emotion that seeks only you -- yet while you might want to move forward to help, to meet this being halfway, something in you is frozen in place. It starts in your fingers and toes, a warmth that reaches in to wash over every deeply obscured ache, soothing over them in a never-ending wave of rainbow love. « Are you there? Is this real? It must be real, right? » There's a nervous little giggle in your head, one that is soooo absolutely hopeful and threatens to brim over with joy. « Oh, Lys. Oooh, Lys! I am your Evyth and we are. »
Mindvoice
Her emotions often run first and then speech comes, so you will often get a whiff of what she's cooking up in that head of hers before she even understands enough to verbalize it, but verbalize it she will. Though she can paint pretty pictures to accompany her words, Evyth likes to speak and more importantly likes to listen to you. When she is in listening mode, irrelevant to the mood she might have been in before, an unintentional rainbow often ripples through her thoughts in a calming rotation.
Itchyspots
The area under her neck, where the subtle paisley-like patterning is, itches the most; that's followed by the skin where her talons meet her paws. She'll grow wide first and then up, and wide and then up, and then wide and up, and so her sides will need immense oiling every few sevendays until she's done.
Suggested Adult Desc
Pleasantly rotund with adorably large paws, this green is, nonetheless, sprightly and light on her matured limbs. She's colored a dew-touched spring green from the top of her head to the tip of her tail, even down to her toes with their ivory-gold talons; a subtle mottled patterning, slightly darker and reminiscent of paisley, winds in and around the softly curved ridges of her spine. That same patterning is found in the delicate lace-like sails of her wings, flowing from stalwart spars that stretch wider when unfurled than her length would imply, and repeats on the underside of her gently sloped neck. Her face is cherubic with its dished profile and rounded cheeks that convey a perpetually cheerful visage, but it's in her expressive, so often gently whirling eyes that true emotions can be found.
Inspiration
How does Sookie St. James go BUMP in the night? When she gets up in the middle of the night to make a five-course spread for a friend in need, of course. Or, when she rattles about the kitchen trying to perfect her latest dish. For you, Lycinea, we've put together a dragon that will give you the unconditional love of a comrade and the loyalty Lya -- Lys -- needs.
Egg Inspiration: The bedrooms of little girls. You know the kind.
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