On Wings of Beauty Green Kirath
| On Wings of Beauty Green Kirath | |
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| Impressee | Savaughna |
| Hatching Date: | 27 August, 2005 Day 18, Month 7, Turn 8 |
| Current Age: | 65 turns |
| Dam: | Dewdrops in the Desert Gold Teonath |
| Sire: | Sruth |
| Lineage: | Here |
| Clutch: | Clutch:9 |
| Egg Credit: | Birgitte, edited by Askante |
| Dragon Credit: | Satiet |
| Puppeteer: | Satiet |
Contents
Honeyed Rosehips Egg
As if like colors are being matched with like, Teonath find herself tipping to one side in a feat of multi-tasking, to curl out a depression of sand for the, evidently, very quick to arrive next egg. With Sruth seemingly preoccupied with the oddly shaped egg, the queen has respite from even the slightest of attentions of her mate, though those in the galleries receive a rather inscrutable look that might be a passive request for privacy. Fat chance. Resigned to her fate, the fast arrival of a blossoming rose egg and the comfort of honeyed chamomile tossed into the fray seems to soothe her, and it must either be getting easier, or this medium egg has found easy passage in the wake of a larger one.
Petals of wild roses are thrown as ruby leaves across this medium sized, spherical egg, tossed in untamed abandon with tiny nubs of golden chamomile along the honeycomb surface of porcelain and gold. Nestled within the twist and turn of an imagined arbor, well steeped tea gathers only in the leather's rough crevices, darkening the shell with a tisane of liquid auburn and winnowings of russet and brown, a delicate fusion that suggests the essence of fragrant memory. A dollop of true golden honey runnels along the top from one end to the other, swirling and curling amber to rose in with light-hearted delight, small speckles of darker tannin stain implying the buzz of tiny insects, and splashes of multi-hued beauty a pattering schmetterling upon the shell's base.
Wild rose petals crumble off of the liquid auburn that wraps around a medium-sized egg, marring the perfection of its spherical shape. It's a slow start, but with the help of the cracks from before, a pale spring shape emerges from the quartered pieces of the Honeyed Rosehips egg, a certain regal elegance in her initial stilled form.
On Wings of Beauty Green
Pinions of grace are shrouded in the palest greens of spring time, traces of a dewy yellow wending its way down an incredibly slim tail. While slender, she's by no means small, her length stretching forward in regal grace along the curves of her narrow ridges and upward along the arch of her gracious neck. Large inquisitive eyes protrude from the triangular face and are shaded with a lingering luminescence that serves to magnify the brilliant coloring of all her windowed emotions. Sweeps of a shade darker green outline her eyeridges, marking them heavily with color where the bumps are more subtle than in many. Sinewed muscles and the hide that clings to them like a dress that's been fitted to perfection, show off a delicately molded shape where elegance vibrates with each movement. Her overall pale coloring is shadowed along her limbs, back haunches and forelimbs cushioning her form in darker hues of moonlit grass fields, the upward rise in gradient leading into wings of beauty; transparent sails that reach backwards in loose folds of excess gauze.
Temperament
First is beauty, then comes wisdom, both of which Kirath has in spades. The wind whispers of charm that danced along your senses at Impression are only a hint of the depth of emotion Kirath has for you. As multi-faceted as her dark-shrouded eyes, her personality hints at humor, flirtation, joy, and that ethereal sliver of wisdom and steely confidence that's shielded behind a veneer of beauty.
As if born with an untaught, innate wisdom, Kirath seems constantly led by her instincts to know what to do, and what is right. She may not quite understand what meat is, or all the properties of oil, but she'll recognize both for what they are: tools to make her existence, however short a time it's been, more comfortable. In the same way, she'll know that if she needs anything, it's to you she should turn, and not a larger, more knowledgeable dragon. Whether or not you must then turn to someone with more experience is of no importance to her.
Before the strands of a satisfied sleep fill her, you may marvel at the constant stream of thoughts in Kirath's head and her incredible attention to detail. Your lifemate will lead you to notice things that may have previously escaped you: the color similarities of Isorath and Neiveth, and how certain people have different mental signatures - scents if you will - about them, from the cold ice and spice that envelops her dam's rider, to the laid-back comfort found in that of her sire's. Thoughtful, with an uncanny ability to know what other dragons need, and what you need, Kirath's early thoughts will consist of various ways to make life as comfortable as you make it for her; spreading the love and joy she feels in her youthful way.
Weyrling lessons will be a breeze, as she's more than willing to comply with your every wish, and in flight she will be stunning. She's still a picture of duality: to you, her words will be obedient, to the others, she'll learn to guide and push her fellow clutchmates to greater heights of learning. She'll be the subtle confidant and quiet, backseat leader for many of her siblings, and at the core of her being will be a pool of loyalty that only deepens with time.
As she grows, Kirath will make up for her lack of stamina and size by utilizing every curve and muscle of her body. Those wings that look so delicate will be sturdier than first assumed, impressive in how they fend off even the deadliest wind and thermals that Reachian winter may bring. She will grow from the tail, lengthening it seems backwards at first, then from the neck forward. At times, she may seem disproportionate, but in the end, a turn after being hatched, everything will come together in beauty and grace.
On reaching maturation, Kirath's personality will solidify, taking shape and form into a backseat powerhouse. She'll have learned the skills in which to manipulate those around her with the softest whisper of affection, deftly inserting herself to be loved by many. She'll be a champion for those downtrodden on, and a mainstay of friendship for those with much stronger, more stubborn wills than herself. Peaceful by nature (for who has time to instigate fights when there's so much beauty to be soaked in in the world), she'll have no qualms of standing up for and against what she believes is wrong, to the point of laying herself on the line. Behind the creature of frills and looks lies a steeled-spine of emotions and beliefs; should her joy be crossed, don't expect her to back down, for she'll hold her own until the very last tail-lash and talon-clash.
As with many a dragon, she has no memory for much past the daily necessities of life, but of those she comes into contact with frequently, she'll remember their quirks, their needs, and more importantly how to deal with them and let you in on the secret. She'll have a horrid time with events, however, and certain details not attributed directly to other beings will slip her mind completely, such as classes, graduation, and drills.
Initially, weyrlinghood will find your lifemate not completely aware of her interactions. For some of the male dragons, she'll show an odd sense of the right thing to say all the time, for females, she'll be congenially welcome, and there's a way about her that speaks of flirtation, but it's difficult to pinpoint. Some will call her flirtatious, others will just call her friendly. Whatever the case may be, until maturation none of it will be willful; that gentle tail-tuck that has her yellow-smudged green beneath the violet blue of Neiveth's was entirely unintentional. Nor is the coyness deliberate, but as she grows into adulthood, the savvy way in which she plays men will become more and more obvious. She's by no means an outright flirt, at least not normally, but the luminous quality of her eyes, and the gentle way in which she administers her affections don't go unnoticed. Sooner, rather than later, you'll note that despite her feigned innocence, there's certainly something deliberate in the way things just happen; how her neck finds a downtrodden brown's to caress post-flight, or how the lissome form of her body can always find a willing wing to tuck herself beneath.
Not possessive to the least, her charm will find ways to sooth the irate females that may be strewn along the path, either from her naive flirtations with someone else's chosen mate, or due to some slight of being accidentally ignored when a male steps into the picture.
In flights, Kirath's more flirtatious nature will overcome any gentleness, a certain predatory instinct factoring in that draws on all her charms and turning them to a darker side. The ease with how she handles other dragons and makes friends, coupled with her way of getting what she wants, becomes sharper, slyer, more deliberate as she draws dragons to her slowly glowing form. The mating instinct overcomes her better judgment and may start well in advanced of when she begins to glow, a slow build up rather than one big pow the days immediately preceding, and when she soars, oh, those overly large, back-swept wings will come in hand for the angelic way in which she races higher, a cape that billows in her wake, or a train of a fluttering dress for the males to just try and catch. She'll tease and coax both friends and strangers to greater heights, winging circles around the slower beasts and when spent find release in the sheer joy of being with someone else in such closeness. Those who win her flights won't be forgotten, though the reasons why they hold a fond place in her mind may slip away with time.
Public Impression Message
On Wings of Beauty Green pauses in her graceful dance along the sands, the sudden pause in motion not stilling the vibrating thrum that coasts along sinewed limbs. It's the ever large wings that react first, the spars of which begin the pivot motion of rotating the lengthy frame in the opposite direction, and in this tableau she lingers, the sudden fire of a joyous blue-green interrupting the predominant orange of hunger. There, across the way, the coppery-red and snub-nosed girl has captivated her heart: It's for her that motion ceases to exist. And in a second, the tableau is shattered, feet and tail catching up with what her wings and neck already know, prior grace forgotten in haste to find the side of this long-limbed beauty to match her own.
Private Impression Message
Whispers of winds, delicate along a winter breeze float along the periphery of your subconscious, easily ignored should you be too distracted to notice, especially since it's a good deal later that it picks up again, a breathless sort of abatement separating the pair. It's the silence that's more palpable than the intrusion, this quiet divide that's separating two halves of one soul, two pieces to complete one larger puzzle, a shard to fit perfectly into a whole. The sounds of laughter, highly feminine and imbued with the potential strength of womanhood, trickle faintly in the distance, growing louder, as in the physical world eyes latch onto you. As with everything, she is subtle, the slow build up dramatic in its own right - but to be fair, she doesn't _mean_ to be dramatic - and as the laughter rises, so does that slow seep of feelings to fill you with the lavender essence of her liquid adoration. « Savaughna. My sweet delightful, Sava. We were made for each other, you and I. I am Kirath, and we should find food. Together. »
Mindvoice
Liquid lavenders and all the varied shades and colors of rose and lavender are characteristic of Kirath's dealings with the world. She is all sweetness and ethereal light in thoughts, though it all, as with her personality, masks an inner strength that is as willful as it is loving. Much like her dam, her tangible thoughts won't be louder than a baby's breath, with the poise and ability to convey all she wishes in it, and like her sire, she'll find comfort in imagery and sensations; hers however can go from the softest brushes in someone else's mind, to a torrent of feelings that carry the potential to overwhelm.
Dragon Inspirations
Kira from Dark Crystal. She assisted the main character, Jen, in his quest towards the Dark Crystal in order to fulfill a prophecy. Gentle and kind, well-loved by her adopted family, this delicate creature had extraordinarily beautiful wings that saved their life at one point, and it is from there that the hatchling name, dragon name, and basics for her personality come.
Egg Inspiration: So I know High Reaches did 'Tea Eggs' not too long ago, but there's always good to be found at the bottom of a cup of very good, very hot, very sweet tea, especially if it involves rosehips as well. Its good for the spirit, the soul, and the sweet tooth. What -more- does one need?
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