Inspiration: Tefiath!
Sweet-tart Gooseberry Green Tefiath in the Mountain Sunset Egg
Egg desc:
Patterns dance in palest berylline where the sky is the bluest ever seen;
yellow and orange clash as one, lowering shadows of reddened sun. Below
bright crimson starts to flow: strong lines of red that catch and grow;
valleys dip into dark green hopes, warmth fleeing from still-verdant slopes.
Umbered etchings tinge the shell in blackest shadows where trees fell, while
mountains at their soaring heights capture the last bands of swift-fading light.
Hatchling desc:
Slender ridges of lucent yellow-green radiate back from headknob's outward
tilt to tail's decided end. Large eyes swirl above a rounded nose, set to
accentuate pert muzzle's curving tip; the exquisite length of long, lithe
neck offsets the rotund convexity of weighty haunches and condensed tail.
Gooseberry's crisp, verdant green gives way to the pastel of cloying
sweetness along the wide reach of her belly, rising up to encompass the
narrow-hooked ends of slender set wings.
hatch_msg: loses a few bits of sun-shadowed berylline as a sharp winghook
escapes its confines. A struggle ensues, and in the end the dragonet is
victorious, standing sunshine green in an avalanche of shards.
impress_msg: The chaotic roar of the caverns seems to die down, if but for
a moment; a long moment, an intensely sweet moment. Then another presence
looms, foreign but loving; gooseberry green fills not only vision but all
senses, and the rush and roar of a sweet, exuberant voice rings soft as
cotton against your mind:
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Name: Tefiath is a name that we got from Kh'rys, who made it up Just For
You. I'm not sure exactly if there was any other motive in mind other than
sound, but she was playing with /your/ name in particular -- and it just fit.
Mentality and physicality:
Tefiath is overall a clear, strong green tinged definitely with yellow --
fresh gooseberries that are just off the vine. However solid her hue may be,
though, it still, of course, has its variations; those eye and neck ridges
tend towards the yellow side and her underbelly is a cloudy green, like
cream had been mixed with the coloring of her hide. Palest yellowy-green
stripes striate her hide, especially on her tail, where they curl round like
a tabby cat. Her talons are almost yellow, they're so light.
Physically, she's a bit on the rounded side, with full, heavy haunches and a
thick, short tail. She'll always be a bit heavy as she grows up, without the
litheness that some other greens have; she's a powerful girl and while she's
perhaps not the classic example of green beauty she's perfect to your eyes
-- of course -- and her own. Once she's older, at least. While she's young,
she might be a little insecure about the sheer breadth of her shoulders and
legs -- but she'll grow up to be a mid-sized to large green, and that bulk
will fit her fine. Her wings are narrow like a falcon's rather than broad
like an eagle's which makes her wingtip turns almost neck wrenching, but
making it a little harder to ride the winds for long stretches; those wings,
by the way, have a definite inclination to start drooping downwards when
she's tired, even if she doesn't want to admit that she is. With your healer
background, it's one of those things you'll have to look out for. Tefiath's
neck is long and graceful in contrast to the rest of her body, with a large
intelligent head, and eyes that are a big larger than the norm. Her roman
styled nose is rounded as well, yet with daintily small nostrils.
Of course, she does have her little quirks. While all dragons like to be
oiled, Tefiath takes special delight in feeling your healer's hands
administering the soothing liquid over those fretful itchy spots -- and she
only wants you to do it. No one else can even help, ot it's Not Right. She
likes to have the spot where her neck meets her shoulders scritched. It's
hard for her to reach it and it tends to flake there more often than in
other areas. As well, she tends to itch between her toes and on the
undersides of her wings -- at the base /and/ at the very tips.
Mentally, Tefiath's voice is soft and hazy, a light soprano that only
brushes the edges of awareness -- she's often more a thought than a definite
voice, though she can -- and does! -- use that voice for effect when need
be. Her mind colors tend towards pale pinks and yellows, touched by cloudy
white; pastels.
However, don't be fooled by that voice! While she is definitely focussed on
/you/ (you're perfect the way you are) -- you don't need to make yourself
feel more important because, after all, she's there and that's all that
matters; you're the most important thing in her life and she'll support you
in almost everything -- she has a tendency towards the... acerbic. While she
can keep those comments to herself, Tefiath tends to be something of a
chronic mutterer. You know what it's like? Those people who always have
something to say, and say it under their breath -- and, like them, Tefiath
tends to get louder as she gets more annoyed. This will manifest itself not
only in her outwards rumbling and annoyed half-bugles (squeaks!) but also
in her mental touch as well -- to you, those around her, the weyr as a
whole... It can be quite embarrassing, especially when she siezes on
something that annoyed you, or something you did that annoyed her. <<
grumble mutter grumble Nefra didn't tell X she liked him grumble rumble
grumble >>
But she /is/ solid and generally stable. She's not a flirt and tends to be
somewhat more grounded in reality than some of the other greens; she's not
flighty in the least, in fact, in most of her outward behavior. /However/
because she is so insecure at first -- and then is so proud of herself later
-- she takes particular delight in adornments. In fact, you're one of her
adornments -- << You have to look lovely Nefra. For me. >> She has a
tendency to adore leather. Her straps are a favorite, so much, actually,
that you'll have a hard time getting them off. She wants to fly, she wants
to be beautiful, she wants to swim and roll in the mud in them... And
speaking of those straps, she'll insist on a pair to match all your outfits.
Different colors. Different designs. Unfortunately, she sometimes lacks the
comprehension of the work it takes to make those and tends to go dive in the
lake, roll in the mud, lie down in that particularly greasy spot of oil
before you can force them off of her.
When she's proddy, she'll tend to let you know. Loudly. For days on end,
likely, before she rises. And only then does she flirt. Vociferously. How
this affects you, however, can be different -- perhaps different every time,
or the same. It depends on her mood. And when she does rise she'll be a
whirlwind, blooding even more ruthlessly than usual (for she's a messy,
savage eater) and flying swiftly to outdistance early -- but that energy
sometimes goes to waste, spent too early until she starts to learn finesse.
She won't rise early, but rather midway through all the other greens in the
clutch. And she's consistent with her risings after that, almost to the
point of clockwork.
In all, she can be a trial -- but she can also be the utmost in delights for
you. Her love of you is complete, her confidence in you and who you are
absolute. While she does occasionally get upset with you, she only does so
when she thinks you are doing something that is /not/ good for you -- and
she's perceptive, towards you if nothing more. You are who is important, and
while she likes to talk to the others at length, sharing images, perhaps
commiserating over the strangeness of riders, in the end she always returns.
To you.
Enjoy her!
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Credits:
Name: Kh'rys
Egg: Sh'lin (Aria tweak)
Dragon: T'lon (Aria tweak)
Inspiration: Sh'lin and Ariana
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