Opal-eyed Pale Green Rhieyeth
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Dragon Description

The eyes draw the attention first, on this delicate, elegant, pallid green. They're large, wide, opalescent, and bordered above and below with a thin line of kohl-like green: those lines make every glance, every motion of her whirling gaze more distinct, more meaningful, a tad more dramatic. That same dark coloration clings like wispy webbing over her forehead, tracing like a dark, dew spangled tiara against her brow ridges and head knobs in shadowy forest-green contrast that reappears again and again over her neck ridges, her claws, her wing spars, her tail-tip. The sheen of her hide is as lustrous and smooth as satin as it luxuriously swathes her delicate, feminine curves. Neither bulky nor skinny, she is lithe, and delicate and feminine like a statuette of a limber dancer crafted of palest jade. Her color, oh her wondrously creamy color is a pale green, akin to the wave-tossed frostiness of green sea-glass found at the edge of the ocean's shore. The crisp, clean, refreshing shimmer of a sliced-through melon, wet with its own succulent juices and glittering under the brightness of a perfect summer day drapes down her back from her wing shoulders and onto her wings, only to be broken up by regular, fish-scale dots of iridescence, like the regular drops of a spring rain shower, foaming up into a flashing lace border along the rippling trailing edge of her wings.


Egg Name and Description

Stygian Egg

The very first glance at this smallish egg leaves one rather uninspired. It's dark, nearly the color of the sands it rests upon. But further contemplation reveals that it is not one uniform shade, but a riot of ripples and permutations of darkest grey on deep shadowy charcoal on cracked-leather ebony. The wider end features a certain texture, like sable bedclothes, tussled and ruffled and turned aside, a bed unmade that is redolent of restless tossing and turning, of half-remembered nightmares. One darker curl of ebony looks like nothing less than a hangman's noose, cutting across a midnight black span, spangled with tired old stars, tiny pin-pricks of brighter lights that have faded with age and exhaustion. None too far from the stars, towards the narrower end, a few round ovals peek out, like the slitted green eyes of jungle felines, the orange orbs of hungry predators or unseen malevolent dreams, feral and hungry for the unsettled sleeper.


Hatching Message

Stygian Dreams Egg finally breaks into two large shards, and reveals its pale, milky contents to the waiting world. The shimmering heat of the dark sands begins to dry that creamy shade, and as her wings unfurl they darken just a touch. Translucent, and yet distinctly melon-green, they are spangled with drops of dewy, fish-scale iridescence and they ripple and dance as she strikes an improbably elegant pose, blinking her huge opalescent eyes to try and clear them so she can have a look at her world.


Hatchling Name and Description

Opal-eyed Pale Green Hatchling

The eyes draw the attention first, on this delicate, elegant, pallid green. They're large, wide, opalescent, and bordered above and below with a thin line of kohl-like green: those lines make every glance, every motion of her whirling gaze more distinct, more meaningful, more dramatic. That same dark coloration clings like wispy webbing over her forehead, tracing like a dark, dew spangled tiara against her brow ridges and head knobs in shadowy forest-green contrast that reappears again and again over her neck ridges, her claws, her wing spars, her tail-tip. The sheen of her hide is as lustrous and smooth as satin as it luxuriously swathes her delicate, feminine curves. Neither bulky nor skinny, she is lithe, and delicate and feminine like a statuette of a limber dancer crafted of palest jade. Her color, oh her wondrously creamy color is a pale green, akin to the wave-tossed frostiness of green sea-glass found at the edge of the ocean's shore. The crisp, clean, refreshing shimmer of a sliced-through melon, wet with its own succulent juices and glittering under the brightness of a perfect summer day drapes down her back from her wing shoulders and onto her wings, only to be broken up by regular, fish-scale dots of iridescence, like the regular drops of a spring rain shower, foaming up into a flashing lace border along the rippling trailing edge of her wings.


Impression Message

You were just getting used to those hot sands, weren’t you. They were sweltering, weren’t they? But that doesn’t matter anymore. One moment, you were a little dizzy and sweaty from all that heat, all those eyes on you. And then it all…stopped. All faded away, and you were dizzy still, but chilled. All the way to the bone. Because you looked into those milky-white eyes, flecked through as they were with sparkles of red and orange, hunger and fear. And then you are standing there, in front of yourself. Looking at you, with your hair plastered to your face and your hands clutched tight to your side, and the sweat running down your back and into uncomfortable places. « Mihoyan. Mihoyan. No. No, that won’t do at all. » Her voice comes like a harsh drumbeat, impatient with you. « You are MIYAN now, and you are a mess! There’s no reason not to look your best, my Miyan…you never let them see you sweat! » And then you’re looking back at the pale, honey-dew green, with her opalescent eyes and shimmering hide. Rhieyeth cocks her gaze up to you and strikes an elegant pose. Now. She’s starving and that will also not do! Oh, but the way she says your name. Miyan. It’s like elegant, silver bells, summoning to the dance for the rest of your life.


Mindvoice Name and Description

Jingling Silver Bells

Hearing Rhieyeth is like hearing the soft sound of anklet bells, jingling as the elegant dancer hikes up her swathed veils as she runs to ensure she’s not late for her fireside performance. When she wants your attention, she begins softly, the stroke of fingertips over a drum head to test its tune. If she must, she goes a bit stronger: the distinct but crisp rattle of drumstick on taut hide. And if you (or anyone else ignores her) she becomes the sharp, staccato snap of a large hand drum, directing attention to the one who is on stage. Her, of course! Above all, though, she is sweet, even succulent. Hearing her speak to you makes you crave more of her, like fresh melon on a hot, hot summer day, though perhaps sprinkled with just a bit of salt to cut through the cloying sweetness.


Personality

Rhieyeth is a balm for you, and in some ways many things that you are not. She is calm, confidant, and composed, even from a young age. It will be hard to get her upset, unless you yourself are badly hurt in a physical way. She will take your emotional upsets in stride, comforting you in the manner of a best friend handing you a handkerchief and a bowl of sweet dessert to help you over that last awkward relationship, and in that way she is very much possessed of an unusual and solid personality for a green, though sometimes you might wonder about her. She can /seem/ as flighty, giggly, girly, and air-headed as can be, but if you question her about it? She’s sharp as a tack beneath. Why? Because your lovely green life-mate is a consummate show-woman. She is an actress, and like the very best performers of the Harper Hall, she can play almost any role she needs, all the while watching from behind the mask she wears with a wise, witty wisdom. And like those great performers, she can seem the sweet, innocent ingenue, when in reality she’s a solid, mature woman beneath.

Hand in hand with her personality is her physicality, because like any great actress, she knows that the physical can be used to emote the inner states of being better than words. This dragon can (and WILL) strike a pose, and do NOT be surprised to see her doing things with her incredibly dexterous forepaws that seem more human than dragon. She will be able to do very strange things indeed, including manipulate incredibly small objects and make motions that other dragons just DON’T. And it’s not just her paws…she can make entire statements with the slow blink of her huge, darkly rimmed eyes, with the flip of her long, limber tail, or with an arch and twist of her dancer-lithe neck. The poor blues and browns of the Weyr will never, ever know what hit them. She’ll probably even baffle the bronzes, and of course, every human she encounters. However, she does have one truly distinct personality ‘defect’, if you will.

While she’s a kindly soul, and loves humans and other dragons, don’t expect her to be particularly fond of other, smaller, lesser lifeforms. She finds flits to be annoying gossips who aren’t worthy of her time, and who have no appreciation or class. Whers are accepted as if they were slow, unworthy children, but generally disregarded. Bovines, ovines, runners, and wherries are nothing more than food, and for goodness’s sake, what’s with trying to keep small predators as pets? Disgusting! They get hair EVERYWHERE!


Growth

While she will always be inherently elegant and graceful, like a born dancer, shes going to need to develop those skills! In the beginning, she will take little missteps, occasionally trip, or bumping against another unintentionally. She will take the little stuff all in stride, almost with a knowing giggle, but if she makes a /real/ mistake as a youngster she will be genuinely upset and flee to sulk in her couch, refusing to talk to anyone but you just like the humiliated young starlet she is. Rhieyeth is, at heart, a perfectionist, but since things come to her so easily, when she DOES have to work hard at it it will baffle, confound, and upset her (inwardly anyway) and she will need you more then than ever before. Conversely, she knows you arent perfect, and accepts and loves you for who you are, but occasionally she will get down on herself. After all, she will need you too, to learn and grow and become all she can be! Most likely, she is going to be overly eager to learn to fly, and try very hard. Probably too hard, and its possible that shell wind up doing herself a minor strain in those first few precarious flights into the air. Having to be grounded to heal is going to be a major blow, so be prepared to deal with a young actress who doesnt tolerate failure on her part gracefully at all! However, she will grow in time, and come to understand that those are teaching moments, where she can learn more about herself. She will also learn to be more careful!


RP Tips

One little physical quirk with Rhieyeth is her eyes. The dragonhealers are going to want to look at her immediately after Impression, because her eyes are as pale as her hide. No doubt, at first, theyre going to think shes blind, because unlike the vibrant, jewel-tone colors of her siblings (and most other dragons), hers always have a distinct milkiness to them, so they very much resemble two HUGE, fist-sized opals. However, its nothing to worry about. YOU know that Rhieyeth can see perfectly well despite her unique eyes, and you might even want to have them mature into regular dragon colors as she grows. Its entirely up to you.

Personality wise, when she is young Rhieyeth is nothing BUT eager. The whole world is an adventure, and you are one twice over! She will want to know everything, right now, and if you dont have an answer for her, she will grow somewhat petulant, but never pouty. Shes too sweet natured to get nasty (lucky for you), but she is almost impossible to ignore. Remember being her rucksack when she was still in the shell? You still are. Sometimes, it is going to feel like youre little more than an accessory (a necklace, a bracelet, or the seasons must-have fashion) to her, being yanked around by her schemes, plans, and performances. But thats not true. You might be…erm…utilitarian, but you and your experience and wisdom and ability to remember what you had for dinner the night before will supply her with all the foundation she needs to be her absolute best!

As she grows older, and wiser, and more experienced, you might just find that role reversed in surprising ways. She will be your confidant, your advisor, your sounding board to help you navigate the world. She is, very much, the much beloved little sister, the worlds best friend forever, and older, wiser mentor you will need to make your way through the world of a Weyr and keep your sanity and integrity intact. She will very much help you embrace those parts of the Weyr that can make it awkward or hard for a Craftbred to fit in. You might well find that by the end of Weyrlinghood things like being naked in the hot springs, wearing a bathing suit, or just wearing that fabulously outrageous dress you always wanted but were never able to talk yourself into come as natural as breathing. Why? Because of her advice, which often boils down to this: Baby, if you can fake it, you can make it! Also, that colors dreadful on you and you need to consider your appearance more often. Luckily, she can help with that, too!

Rhieyeth will grow to become that consummate, almost archetypal actress: the one that can play a lovely young maiden, when shes really into her late middle age, and so convincingly that everyone who sees her perform believes that she cant be more than 20! Once shes mature, had a few mating flights under her belt, and generally knows her place in the Weyr and the World, she is going to be so unflappable, and with a personality more like Dame Maggie Green or Dame Judy Dench, or even Betty White: putting on a greatly nuanced performance, but with a knowing wink and a sly smile on the side!


Inspiration

Egg by Ur’con (inspired by K’nan). Dragon by Ur’con. The biggest inspiration for Rhieyeth was a poem by Sarojini Naidu I found while contemplating the photo of that beautiful woman in the gorgeous green sari. It’s called ‘Indian Dancers’.

Eyes ravished with rapture, celestially panting, what passionate bosoms aflaming with fire
Drink deep of the hush of the hyacinth heavens that glimmer around them in fountains of light;
O wild and entrancing the strain of keen music that cleaveth the stars like a wail of desire,
And beautiful dancers with houri-like faces bewitch the voluptuous watches of night.
The scents of red roses and sandalwood flutter and die in the maze of their gem-tangled hair,

And smiles are entwining like magical serpents the poppies of lips that are opiate-sweet;
Their glittering garments of purple are burning like tremulous dawns in the quivering air,
And exquisite, subtle and slow are the tinkle and tread of their rhythmical, slumber-soft feet.

Now silent, now singing and swaying and swinging, like blossoms that bend to the breezes or showers,
Now wantonly winding, they flash, now they falter, and, lingering, languish in radiant choir;
Their jewel-girt arms and warm, wavering, lily-long fingers enchant through melodious hours,
Eyes ravished with rapture, celestially panting, what passionate bosoms aflaming with fire!

The other part of her personality came from that one scene in ‘The Hobbit’ when Bilbo Baggins ran out on a grand adventure with little more than a rucksack, a hat, and a walking stick, abandoning all the comfort, security, and unchanging life he’d known before that…it’s an interesting synthesis, but makes perfect sense if you think about it. Our theme for the dragonets this turn was ‘heroes’…but by heroes we meant the idea of a person who overcomes adversity and triumphs. Mihoyan has her own hurdles to conquer, and Rhieyeth is right there to help her do just that…to leave the past behind and grow into the woman she’s capable of becoming!


Credits

Name Rhieyeth
Dam Gold Arolaeth
Sire Bronze Fenrith
Created By Ur'con
Impress To Mihoyan
Hatched February 11, 2012
Eastern Weyr
PernWorld MUSH
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