FTWClutch:17/NPCs

FTW Clutch 17/NPCs

Pratka and Green Gabrieth

Aquatic angels Egg shakes rolling a little ways from the mound. With a loud CRACK it splits down the middle and a little green spills out. She struggles to stand up, waving her oversized wings for balance. After a short rest, she starts to wander around, creeling hungrily. She dodges a boy from Keroon Hold who tries to stand in her path, but loses her balance and rolls to the feet of a young Fortian woman. Pratka helps the dragon up, then calls out, "Her name is Gabrieth!"

Woodcraft Boy and Blue Lavanith

Weeping willows Egg wiggles gradually becoming more violent. Suddenly a claw punches out, and another one. The dragonet trapped inside tries to stand up, but can't quite pull it off. It falls, and the impact breaks the rest of the shell to reveal a blue with a very loud voice. He shrieks his displeasure at this indignity, not yet ready to explore his new world. He sees his father and he wobbles over to inspect the big brown blob. This big dragon is not what he is looking for and he hurries toward some white things, creeling desperately. He smashes into a boy from the Woodcraft, knocking him on his butt. Boy and dragon stare at each other for long seconds and Impression is made. "His name is Lavanith," the boy yells out.

Zanta and Green Gomanith

Melancholic Misty Mire Egg has been lying quietly minding its own business. Slowly a series of cracks spread across the shell, and the shards fall away to leave a small peridot green dragonet on the sands. She creels unhappily and hides her head under the biggest remaining shard. NO, I want back IN! The noise and chaos on the Sands penetrate her fog of fear, and galvanize her into awkward movement. Wearing an egg shard she waddles around helplessly, trying to hide behind other eggs and other dragonets. But eggs hatch and dragonets find their own lifemates, leaving her all alone. That is, until a plump girl with an Istan tan speaks gently to her. The scared green hurries in that direction and fairly flings her skinny self at Zanta who calls out the name," Gomanith," in wonder. Impression is made.