Never Been Clear-Cut Green Amareth
| Never Been Clear-Cut Green Amareth | |
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| Impressee | Rhaelyn |
| Hatching Date: | 12 August, 2011 Day 22, Month 6, Turn 26 |
| Current Age: | 42 turns |
| Egg Name: | Soap Bubble Egg |
| Size: | 21.6 feet |
| Dam: | Imperial Faberge Garden Gold Iovniath |
| Sire: | Kinetic Knucklebones Bronze Cadejoth |
| Lineage: | Here |
| Clutch: | Clutch:41 |
| Egg Credit: | K'del |
| Dragon Credit: | Lujayn and Taikrin |
| Puppeteer: | Lujayn |
Narrow, narrow, narrow: this tall, birdlike green dragon has a particularity to her, in her bony build and the frosty pine-needled hide that shivers over it, but even more so in the way she carries her head. She might have never truly left some primordial forest, with the way her paws are mossy-soft, her legs wound about with ghostly lines of ivy and low-lying fern, her pinched haunches smudged darker as though her pine's needles had fallen and are settling slowly, slowly back into the wet earth. Her wingsails might seem delicate, pallid and misty as if they'd catch upon the dark thorns of her spine, as though they were seen from between the more solid branches of their spars... but it's not the sails that drag her down. It's the spars after all, the strong branches that betray her, the final two on her left wing fused into one lumplike bone. Deformity touches her tail as well, but here it's aid rather than impediment: shortened but lively with a scorpion's barbed, backward twist.
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Soap Bubble Egg
It may be no bigger or smaller than most of its clutchmates, and certainly shelled no less thickly, but there's an undeniably fragile quality to this ethereal, pastel-hued egg. It seems to glisten, somehow, as though coated in fluids that have never dried; it gives the swirls of color a translucent, insubstantial quality, as though it might be possible to see straight through to the dragon within. You can't, though: there's nothing but swirls of baby pink, dapples of powder blue, and the occasional waft of soft lemon yellow, curling about the egg's narrow tip.
Pop! Bursting free at last, the shards of the Soap Bubble Egg are shaken off as quickly as they were broken, the dark dragonet meticulously nipping at every remaining offender before taking any notice of the candidates at all. Even then it's a thin, wavering sort of attention, more concerned with the spread of her wings and the placing of each paw on the sands as she stands with a low creel.
Never Been Clear-Cut Green
Narrow, narrow, narrow: this tall, birdlike green dragon has a particularity to her, in her bony build and the frosty pine-needled hide that shivers over it, but even more so in the way she carries her head. She might have never truly left some primordial forest, with the way her paws are mossy-soft, her legs wound about with ghostly lines of ivy and low-lying fern, her pinched haunches smudged darker as though her pine's needles had fallen and are settling slowly, slowly back into the wet earth. Her wingsails might seem delicate, pallid and misty as if they'd catch upon the dark thorns of her spine, as though they were seen from between the more solid branches of their spars... but it's not the sails that drag her down. It's the spars after all, the strong branches that betray her, the final two on her left wing fused into one lumplike bone. Deformity touches her tail as well, but here it's aid rather than impediment: shortened but lively with a scorpion's barbed, backward twist.
Temperament
It's a good thing that Amareth is overflowing with self-confidence; in another dragon, her malformation might prove overwhelming. But, to your Amareth, it's just another problem to be solved. And solve it she will, or at least figure out how to make day-to-day life work out with a minimum of fuss. She's not a big fusser, really; she prefers to identify a problem, analyze it, then attack it until she finds a solution. Steely determination, coupled with a startlingly logical mind for a green, means that the two of you will be an unexpectedly formidable pair.
She's the tempering for your impetuousness, the implementer behind your schemes. If you decide that something needs to happen? Amareth will be right there with you, figuring out how to make it so. And she's /good/ at it; good at seeing patterns, good at putting the pieces together, good at making things happen... if it weren't for her handicap, she'd likely have ended up as the clutch's most technically capable flyer given how much time she'll spend sitting around and thinking about it. She usually tends to think before she leaps, and is pretty good at controlling her base impulses. The times when she does let annoyance or jealousy take over will tend to be on your behalf, and not yours: « How /could/ Temrianth's say that about you?! How dare he! I'm going to go and give Temrianth a piece of my mind. »
Life as a weyrling will be one unending exploration after the other. Everything is fascinating! It's even /more/ fascinating when you, as an exile, don't have all the answers; that means it's doubly a mystery for the two of you to solve. Be prepared to be forever diverting her from whatever shiny thing has currently caught her attention, or else being pulled along endlessly in her wake. It's a good thing that young dragons sleep quite a lot; Amareth will sleep less than most even so, and lightly at that - she's no Vysravth with his deep dreams. Sleep deprivation might be in your immediate future, until the two of you can strike a balance.
Once dragon classes start up, at least, they'll divert her attention. She'll find them fascinating, and will happily attempt to chat up Isath for 'bonus information' afterwards. She simply won't understand why you might not be as enamored of yours, and should you try to cheat or blow the work off, well, that might be enough to provoke the very-rare argument. While she's not above twisting the truth or using a little deception to benefit the both of you, she's got a sense of academic integrity. « Rhaelyn! How can we master this lesson if you don't do the work! » she might gasp, horrified. Or, once she's a bit older and wiser, « Perhaps Vysravth's rider can explain this idea better? » If it's something she can grasp -- something related to formations or flight training or visuals -- she'll take it upon herself to tutor you endlessly until you've got it right (or until you want to throttle her).
Watch out for Temrianth; she'll find in him a kindred spirit, even if she doesn't quite like how much /trouble/ he gets into. The two of them will be forever discussing the theory of one thing or another, and she might find him an especially good dragon to discuss her wing situation with. It's something she'll expect you to brainstorm over with her, too: what effect the fused spars will have, how she should compensate, what it might mean in the future. Due to the limitations of draconic memory, expect to have this conversation many, MANY times.
As she grows and mellows, Amareth will be happiest to find herself part of a clique. If that's an exile-clique, so much the better- but she won't be exclusive. She's quick to make friends, and a loyal friend once she's done so. Though leery of Ysavaeth's calculating ways, she's likely to succumb to the gold's flattery should she choose to recruit her. Yanijath, though somewhat baffling to her in her overt femininity, will at least be a more straightforward friendship.
She /will/ be able to fly, though it'll take rather a lot of experimentation to figure out how to do so without constantly making circles in one direction. She'll even be good enough at it to get tapped into a wing, though she'll never be capable of the acrobatics most greens her size seem to enjoy. She won't particularly be happy in one of the traditional wings, as drilling beyond the point where she's got something mastered strikes her as pointless and boring. Instead, she'd rather be out exploring, or meeting people outside the Weyr, or doing /anything/ to expand both of your horizons. She likes new experiences. A lot. Not in a hedonistic sort of way, but rather for that tingle of delight that comes with acquiring a new bit of information. It could be as trivial as the new fashions the Weaver hall is pushing for the spring, or as important as what Devaki is up to at the Hold -- it's all valuable, to Amareth.
Though it's not in her nature, your ability to plot and scheme will tend to push her down those lines. Don't be surprised when she shares choice bits of gossip with you, or goes out of her way to stick her nose in where it might not belong if there's a potential payoff that you might find valuable. First and foremost, she loves you and wants you to be happy and prosperous, and she'll go to almost any length to ensure that happens.
Amareth is not a particularly girly creature; though she'll spend just as much time with males as females, it's not because she's flirting, but rather because she doesn't tend to perceive much difference between them. Both are equally capable of intelligent conversation, in her view, and that's what she values most highly. She won't rise as often as most greens, and when she does it'll come on her all at once. /That/ will probably be fun, because you're likely to go from sedately eating lunch to being thrown into a wild mating flight from one second to the next. As if to make up for such brevity, her flights /will/ be wild, limited only by her wing handicap. She'll shriek, hiss, and flirt all out of order, and will fly like a little hellion until the least-intimidated male manages to catch her. Oddly enough, he won't tend to be one of those she's closest to, though they might get lucky from time to time. Rather, she'll prefer the most aggressive, physically dominating male she can find; the bigger, the better.
Public Impression Message
The Never Been Clear-Cut Green finally gives up on inspecting her own body, and turns with some curiosity to regard the remaining candidates. She gets to her feet with some difficulty, rocking hard to one side as she attempts to re-fold the malformed wing, then staggers forward. She stumbles and ends up nose-down in the sand, briefly; the call she lets out is high-pitched, a strange hybrid of a trumpet and a squeal. Undeterred, she's quick to get back to her feet, and resume her beeline towards one particularly pretty exile girl. Oddly tentative for a newly-hatched dragon, the little green peers up at her with a mix of hope and delight.
Private Impression Message
There's a darkness creeping in on your vision, like the encroaching blackness that precedes a fainting spell. Everything goes black, but far from being unconscious, it's as though there's new life all around. The sweaty scent of nervous candidate is sharper, the heat of the sands more intense, the sounds of crunching sand grands louder from the hatchling crouched down in front of you. Wait. A ripple of brilliant green fire tears across your vision, whisking away the blackness to reveal a scorpion-tailed hatchling staring up adoringly at you. « Oh, Rhaelyn. I waited so long, and now I've finally found you! I'm Amareth-- please don't leave me again! »
Mindvoice
Amareth's mind brings to mind the beauty of a star-filled night sky. You can gauge her mood by the twinkling of the lights; when her emotions get high, it's supplemented by the sweeping curtains of green light in echo of the northern lights, and the crisp scent of alpine forests. Her mental voice is a husky contralto, at odds with the piercingly high noises that often seen to come out of her mouth.
Itchyspots
Long and devoid of impressive musculature, though they certainly do the job to get her into the air, Amareth's wing joints will require extra oiling, especially the two fused spars at the tip of her left wing where hide stretches taut and the sails fold uncomfortably close, rubbing raw if you're not careful to keep them in good shape.
Dragon Inspiration
Your Amareth was based on Samantha Carter, of SG:1 and Atlantis fame. Her description is meant to evoke the lovely forests of Vancouver that were home to nearly every external shot in the show. The theme for our dragons this time around was premium television. As Stargate: SG1 initially premiered on Showtime, it dovetails quite nicely.
Egg Inspiration: Soap operas.
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