Post by parallel on Mar 16, 2011 18:45:41 GMT -5
What would you like to be called OOC? Parallel
Recruited by:
Email: ellevampiro@hotmail.com
Character Info:
Name: Marlaey (pronounced Marly)
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Rank: Apprentice Weaver, Weyrling
Family: Amelia - Mother - Weaver
Oltan - Father - Miner (deceased)
Appearance: Blue grey eyes, quite feline in shape glow with curiousity in Marlaey's face regardless of what time it is or where she happens to be. Her pale complexion is smooth and seamless, as are the contours of her face. She is pretty without intent. Her dark brown hair is highlighted from constantly being outdoors with lighter tones. It floats around her head in whisps and light curls. At it's longest point, framing her face and her fringe, it's just over a finger length, but nearer the back it's a little shorter. It seems to grow out more than down! She hasn't quite decided whether or not to let it grow longer because she enjoys the benefits of short hair but also likes running her hand through the longer parts.
From broad faced grinning to sourly pouting, Marlaey's natural facial expressions are highly animated. With one glance someone could instantly tell what mood she was in. Her emotions are always clearly written across her face. She bites her lip and frowns ever so slightly when she gets worried. she beams with joy when she's happy, her whole face lighting up up, eyes wide and smiling broadly. When she's sad her whole body slumps dramatically, her eyes downcast, breathing in heavily and deeply. No matter the feeling, her features communicate it, animatedly yes, but also genuinely. She has never acted out any emotion and is quite unaware of how expressive she really is.
Marlaey's shoulders are quite narrow, but she has a long back that contributes to her heaight of about 5ft 8. In her mind that's very tall, according to the rest of the world it's not. Her arms and hands are basically just tools with which she speaks. If she's describing describing something she describes it very clearly and excitedly with her hands. She points, she gestures, she flails wildly, she acts out scenarios! Even when it's just a word she can't quite remember her hands roll as she hums, trying to grasp it. When she's cross however they're folded tightly under her rounded chest, forcing it to look more well endowed than it is.
She is thin, but not overly so. Her stomach is flat and she has long legs to boot, but she is slim, not skinny. Her hips, and even her calves, have pleasing curves to them. Her feet are bare as often as is practical because she loves to feel the world beneath her feet rather than boots.
Though not overly feminine in her dress sense she has recently started to embrace a less tomboyish look. Her clothes are simple in style and make, often earthy tones with a hint of brighter orange. When she was younger she had to learn how to sew very quickly because due to her buoyant and adventurous nature she is always aquiring small rips and tears in her clothing.
Personality: Marlaey can be summed up in one word: Curious. Her mother always said she was, in actual fact, the personification of curiosity. She has an unquenchable thirst for knowledge and is always interested in other people's insights as well as understanding how the world works. She wants to know how, where, when and why things happen. If she can't learn it from someone she wants to experience it. She always wants to try things out, to see if she can do it too, to see if the results differ. Some people dislike the constant stream of questions, but Marlaey is all about understanding the ways of the world so she can show other people the best way to do things.
As a child she held a very romantic view of the world due to to her artistic talents. She has been drawn to the world of art since she was little and no matter how her mother tried to instill a more practical skill in her daughter Marlaey persisted with making little dragons from sticks and cloth. She paints when the mood strikes her and enjoys any creative activity, including creative problem solving! When looking at the world around her she sees beauty in all things, especially Pern's fauna. She sees very clearly the purpose of every creature and revels in the hierarchy of it all. Pern inspires her in life like nothing else and knowledge of the inner workings of everything makes her appreciate it more and her respect deepen.
Being a little daydreamy Marlaey's attention sometimes wanders too soon into a task and she inevitably gets distracted with her own persuits, focusing on what she deems is more important. Her poor mother had her work cut out for her trying to teach her weaving, but with a little bit of patience and alot of lectures on the importance of consistency Marlaey began to show promise in the craft. Once she learns something, she rarely forgets it, but the beginning lessons in anything are the most difficult as she struggles to understand the concept or the basics.
Marlaey wishes she had more of a rapport with the animals of the Pern. She has often wished for that special ease which some people have around animals. It's not for lack of trying, which she will continue to do until she feels she confident in herself, but she just doesn't have a natural flare with them. She can keep good company with the creatures of Pern, but compared to farmer or breeder she feels pretty inadequate. She has always wanted a flitter of her own but never seemed to manage to get close to a hatching on time, she was always just a little too late to claim one. Besides, she didn't think her mother would appreciate another mouth to feed, no matter how small it would be!
She has always been interested in who visits the weyr and is a little bit too nosy for her own good, often sneaking out of her room to find out the latest news or see who the searchdragon has brought back with them. Over the years she has seen a number of the weyrbrats get chosen to stand for a hatching and though this has made her slightly envious for awhile, for some reason she never doubted that her life would always revolve around the dragons of Pern and that she just had to wait for the right moment.
As a young adult now Marlaey sees the importance of authority and taking responsibility for herself and those around her. She has risen to the challenge beautifully and seeks opportunities to share her opinions and instruct others in tasks. It makes her happy to think that she can impact their lives in some small way. Always willing to share her past experiences she takes pride in on her knowledge, knowing that she too is a student in other areas. For her, life is divided into opportunities to teach and to learn, and you must never stop doing either.
Hobbies/Skills:
~ She is a talented artist, often making her own art materials from nature to amuse herself in her spare time.
~ Thanks to her persistant mother she is a skilled weaver.
~ She loves dancing, though is a little embarressed to let go completely with lots of people around. With a little encouragement however she would happily dance with anyone.
Pets: none (to her great disappointment)
History: Midway through her mother's pregnancy with her Marlaey's father died in a bad mining accident. There had been no whers with their handlers in the tunnels so there was no warning of the cave in. Stricken with grief and heavy with child Amelia had sold everything she owned to pay for passage to the nearest weyr. She knew that if she would be allowed stay there that her and her young child would be safe. When she arrived she had set up home as a weaver and was pleased to learn that she was a valuable addition. So for many years she worked hard earning her keep and providing for her young daughter.
Marlaey was born and reared in the weyr so she was very accustomed to the sights and sounds of the dragons she loved. She was well integrated into weyrbrat society, even if her peers regarded her as a fanciful daydreamer. She had played with many of the younger weyr kids, but her friendships never lasted very long as she tended to irritate them with her need to correct their mistakes. Due to this she spent alot of her time learning her trade with her mother and doing odd chores around the place. Unfortunately Marlaey isn't particularly gifted when it comes to these day to day jobs. She tends to feel slighted about having to deal with such mundane jobs when her mind could be elsewhere learning much more important things. From a very young age she learned the skill of delegating and has since used it to avoid repetitive tasks.
There were quite a few close calls when her mother or another of the adults almost walked in on her teaching a younger weyrbrat how to do something that was her responsibility because an interesting person had arrived at the weyr. A particularly close call involved a young boy on his hands and knees learning the finer elements of floor scrubbing in Marley's room when her mother came round the corridor. She was forced to throw her dragon stick models under her bed and quickly grab the nearest cloth to dunk it in the bucket of hot water beside her. Her mother presumed she had just gotten the young boy to give her a hand, but later when she asked her daughter to wear her new dress to dinner she got a little suspicious when Marlaey proclaimed it couldn't be found..
Among adults Marlaey was often told to be seen and not heard as her opinions weren't as valid because she was a child. This irked her alot. She wanted others to listen to what she knew, what she had learned from observation, but she was too young at that stage. But her mother always listened to her and her views on life here without judgement, for which she was eternally grateful. And as Marlaey got older she began to really see how hard her mother had, and continued to work for her. She admired her completely. From her she had learned assertiveness and among other things she was taught that everyone deserved respect, regardless of rank. She was always able to go to her mother about anything, having a very strong relationship with her. During her first experience of a mating flight as an adolescent she had been completely overwhelmed and if she hadn't had her mother's support she might have done something she'd have regretted. As a young girl living in a weyr she knew how frivolous the world of relationships were, but she was still quite intimidated by it.
When she is on her own Marlaey always finds a place near where dragons are gathering and just sits and listens to them. She has always felt comforted by the sounds they make, knowing that they are the great draconic protectors of her world. She never disturbs them, only sits and listens. When she was a baby her mother used to do this with her, bringing her to the weyr bowl on warm sunny days and speaking softly to her baby daughter about these great beasts and how important they were. So Marlaey had kept the tradition of seeking dragons out to be with and listen to without even realising it. Though very easy to talk to she can be quite introverted at times and enjoys her own company. From time to time she feels it necessary to disconnect from people around her and to connect on some level with the dragons.
Spending most of her days helping her mother and watching out for the younger children that were always running about the place Marlaey was surprised, but very pleased, when she was asked to stand at a hatching. She had no expectations whatsoever, but hoped with impression that she could help improve the weyr and in turn her small family's life.
((18 when Impressed))
Color Preference Gold would be wonderful (All That Glitters)
Dragon Information[/u]
Name: Elynth
Age: 2 Turns, Turn 1262
Color: Gold
Appearance:
Pixel by the wonderful Savanna
The Maiden of the Sky is a brightly hued Gold if not quite the sunny color of her mother. Elynth does come close to Aeriath's shade except that hers is a bit more muted with slight bit more orange in the tone. However when not standing near Aeriath it would be hard to see the light differences in hide color. Elynth has even coloring throughout her hide with the only darker shaded areas being her webbing and her eyeridges.
Large even for a Queen it is expected that she will grow to be upwards of 42 meters. Aeriath being only 40 herself this is a great length for the young one to achieve. A well-built Gold there is nothing small about her, from her muscular body to the tip of her tail. She is power through and through. Her body in fact would be considered proportionate in every way. Which would match her meticulous persona to a tea.
The young Queen always takes great care to go slow after hte Hatching. She does have a clumsiness about her that all dragonets have after Hatching but which will linger till she is almost full grown. Despite this she always walks with her head held high. Her tail is often held higher off the ground than the other dragons too. She claims it helps her balance.
Personality:
The first personality trait one notices when around Elynth is that she is rather upbeat. Not much gets her down as long as things are going her way. All things really should be done as she wishes anyway. The Queen can be overly analytical and critical of things that others might oversee. She is detail oriented and will not forget to check the little things. Despite this, she is one to get things done well and quickly. Her efficiency as a flier will make her a great addition to the Queen’s Wing. For the moment though, the young Queen is awkward and clumsy on foot.
She enjoys helping those less fortunate than herself and will go out of her way to be there for a friend. A more loyal dragon you may never meet. Elynth enjoys the little things in life and often comments to her rider about the things she notices. (Such comments are more likely to be random and have nothing to do with conversation, eg. Rider: What do you think would look good on that wall over there? Dragon: The water in the lake is sparkling.) Elynth is a sweet Gold although a bit judgemental when people don’t get things done up to her standards which despite her seemingly kind demeanor are quite high.
The Gold enjoys sunning and spending time with male dragons. Although the occasional green might be a friend, she prefers the males as they tend to do whatever she wants them to do. The attention they lavish on her is also an excuse for her to like their company better. She likes to be the center of attention when she is in the mood to be but she is not the type of Gold who needs the spotlight all the time.
History:
Clutch: Aeriath's 5th by Bronze Nienoth
Hatching Order: 9th, From The Maiden of the Sky Egg
Mind Voice: Katharine Hepburn
Text color: DAB500
Hatching Post
The entire cavern seemed to hush to complete silence as the Golden shell of The Maiden of the Sky Egg began to crack. The shaking of the egg signaled to all that the newest Queen of Refuge was about to make her debut. Even as the young women made a semi circle around her shattering shell, the little Queen paid them no mind. Shell pieces went fling every which direction, even hitting some of the closer Candidates. Here was no weak little hatchling, here was a Gold dragonet with all the power she needed to take on the world that was the Hatching Cavern. Clumsily she stumbled out of her egg, showing finally the full extent of her body. Not quite the sunny hued Gold of her mother, The Maiden of the Sky was more coppery hued, especially under her wings, on her webbing and around her eyeridges. She was a large Gold dragonet in comparison to Rhiannoth and Aeriath.
The Queen moved past the broken shell and quickly walked forward trying to keep her momentum and balance but lacking in the latter. She staggered into three young women one of whom was likely dead now. Blood had now stained the Hatching Sands and sadly this would only be the beginning of what the young Queen would leave in her wake.. Instantly apologetic the Queen turned around, unfortunately doing the same thing with her tail. The girls closest did their best to dodge but one of them was slashed in the arm.
The young Gold began her walk forward toward the semi circle of young women. She liked all the warm feelings they were sending her but there was that nagging feeling that she had to pick the best of the best. So she walked from one girl to the next. At first it seemed she had beganto regain her footing but as she turned she ended up tripping and her claws dug into the chest of a young woman named Kestrel. It was clear even to the Healers that the young woman was so severely injured she would not survive. The Queen was feeling confused by the panic and terror that began to spread.
She tried to spread her wings out to help her balance but ended up tripping again nonetheless. She fell into two young women standing near eachother. Neither one was so badly injured they would die but some of their bones had been crushed. Laure and Lyndel were unconscious but would live, the Healers hoped. So long as the Queen didn’t walk on them they stood a chance. The other women seemed to be a bit more nervous now that the Queen had shown an almost malicious side. Although the Queen had no idea how much damage to people she was causing. Increasingly confused by the mixed emotions she looked up at her mother who dipped her head. She should move on. Find her lifemate.
As the Queen walked past Therion, she noted the young woman’s vanity. She was strong enough but was she right for her? Then she walked by Trelia who was kinder but just as stubborn as Therion. Something about her did click with the Queen but it was not quite right. Finally coming to Marlaey she found a kindred spirit. The Queen, now afraid of touching any of the girls simply looked into Marlaey’s eyes and said Marlaey I am Elynth. Are you not hungry? I am. I’d like to eat. In fact all the Gold could think about seemed to be the burning hungry feeling in her stomach.
Recruited by:
Email: ellevampiro@hotmail.com
Character Info:
Name: Marlaey (pronounced Marly)
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Rank: Apprentice Weaver, Weyrling
Family: Amelia - Mother - Weaver
Oltan - Father - Miner (deceased)
Appearance: Blue grey eyes, quite feline in shape glow with curiousity in Marlaey's face regardless of what time it is or where she happens to be. Her pale complexion is smooth and seamless, as are the contours of her face. She is pretty without intent. Her dark brown hair is highlighted from constantly being outdoors with lighter tones. It floats around her head in whisps and light curls. At it's longest point, framing her face and her fringe, it's just over a finger length, but nearer the back it's a little shorter. It seems to grow out more than down! She hasn't quite decided whether or not to let it grow longer because she enjoys the benefits of short hair but also likes running her hand through the longer parts.
From broad faced grinning to sourly pouting, Marlaey's natural facial expressions are highly animated. With one glance someone could instantly tell what mood she was in. Her emotions are always clearly written across her face. She bites her lip and frowns ever so slightly when she gets worried. she beams with joy when she's happy, her whole face lighting up up, eyes wide and smiling broadly. When she's sad her whole body slumps dramatically, her eyes downcast, breathing in heavily and deeply. No matter the feeling, her features communicate it, animatedly yes, but also genuinely. She has never acted out any emotion and is quite unaware of how expressive she really is.
Marlaey's shoulders are quite narrow, but she has a long back that contributes to her heaight of about 5ft 8. In her mind that's very tall, according to the rest of the world it's not. Her arms and hands are basically just tools with which she speaks. If she's describing describing something she describes it very clearly and excitedly with her hands. She points, she gestures, she flails wildly, she acts out scenarios! Even when it's just a word she can't quite remember her hands roll as she hums, trying to grasp it. When she's cross however they're folded tightly under her rounded chest, forcing it to look more well endowed than it is.
She is thin, but not overly so. Her stomach is flat and she has long legs to boot, but she is slim, not skinny. Her hips, and even her calves, have pleasing curves to them. Her feet are bare as often as is practical because she loves to feel the world beneath her feet rather than boots.
Though not overly feminine in her dress sense she has recently started to embrace a less tomboyish look. Her clothes are simple in style and make, often earthy tones with a hint of brighter orange. When she was younger she had to learn how to sew very quickly because due to her buoyant and adventurous nature she is always aquiring small rips and tears in her clothing.
Personality: Marlaey can be summed up in one word: Curious. Her mother always said she was, in actual fact, the personification of curiosity. She has an unquenchable thirst for knowledge and is always interested in other people's insights as well as understanding how the world works. She wants to know how, where, when and why things happen. If she can't learn it from someone she wants to experience it. She always wants to try things out, to see if she can do it too, to see if the results differ. Some people dislike the constant stream of questions, but Marlaey is all about understanding the ways of the world so she can show other people the best way to do things.
As a child she held a very romantic view of the world due to to her artistic talents. She has been drawn to the world of art since she was little and no matter how her mother tried to instill a more practical skill in her daughter Marlaey persisted with making little dragons from sticks and cloth. She paints when the mood strikes her and enjoys any creative activity, including creative problem solving! When looking at the world around her she sees beauty in all things, especially Pern's fauna. She sees very clearly the purpose of every creature and revels in the hierarchy of it all. Pern inspires her in life like nothing else and knowledge of the inner workings of everything makes her appreciate it more and her respect deepen.
Being a little daydreamy Marlaey's attention sometimes wanders too soon into a task and she inevitably gets distracted with her own persuits, focusing on what she deems is more important. Her poor mother had her work cut out for her trying to teach her weaving, but with a little bit of patience and alot of lectures on the importance of consistency Marlaey began to show promise in the craft. Once she learns something, she rarely forgets it, but the beginning lessons in anything are the most difficult as she struggles to understand the concept or the basics.
Marlaey wishes she had more of a rapport with the animals of the Pern. She has often wished for that special ease which some people have around animals. It's not for lack of trying, which she will continue to do until she feels she confident in herself, but she just doesn't have a natural flare with them. She can keep good company with the creatures of Pern, but compared to farmer or breeder she feels pretty inadequate. She has always wanted a flitter of her own but never seemed to manage to get close to a hatching on time, she was always just a little too late to claim one. Besides, she didn't think her mother would appreciate another mouth to feed, no matter how small it would be!
She has always been interested in who visits the weyr and is a little bit too nosy for her own good, often sneaking out of her room to find out the latest news or see who the searchdragon has brought back with them. Over the years she has seen a number of the weyrbrats get chosen to stand for a hatching and though this has made her slightly envious for awhile, for some reason she never doubted that her life would always revolve around the dragons of Pern and that she just had to wait for the right moment.
As a young adult now Marlaey sees the importance of authority and taking responsibility for herself and those around her. She has risen to the challenge beautifully and seeks opportunities to share her opinions and instruct others in tasks. It makes her happy to think that she can impact their lives in some small way. Always willing to share her past experiences she takes pride in on her knowledge, knowing that she too is a student in other areas. For her, life is divided into opportunities to teach and to learn, and you must never stop doing either.
Hobbies/Skills:
~ She is a talented artist, often making her own art materials from nature to amuse herself in her spare time.
~ Thanks to her persistant mother she is a skilled weaver.
~ She loves dancing, though is a little embarressed to let go completely with lots of people around. With a little encouragement however she would happily dance with anyone.
Pets: none (to her great disappointment)
History: Midway through her mother's pregnancy with her Marlaey's father died in a bad mining accident. There had been no whers with their handlers in the tunnels so there was no warning of the cave in. Stricken with grief and heavy with child Amelia had sold everything she owned to pay for passage to the nearest weyr. She knew that if she would be allowed stay there that her and her young child would be safe. When she arrived she had set up home as a weaver and was pleased to learn that she was a valuable addition. So for many years she worked hard earning her keep and providing for her young daughter.
Marlaey was born and reared in the weyr so she was very accustomed to the sights and sounds of the dragons she loved. She was well integrated into weyrbrat society, even if her peers regarded her as a fanciful daydreamer. She had played with many of the younger weyr kids, but her friendships never lasted very long as she tended to irritate them with her need to correct their mistakes. Due to this she spent alot of her time learning her trade with her mother and doing odd chores around the place. Unfortunately Marlaey isn't particularly gifted when it comes to these day to day jobs. She tends to feel slighted about having to deal with such mundane jobs when her mind could be elsewhere learning much more important things. From a very young age she learned the skill of delegating and has since used it to avoid repetitive tasks.
There were quite a few close calls when her mother or another of the adults almost walked in on her teaching a younger weyrbrat how to do something that was her responsibility because an interesting person had arrived at the weyr. A particularly close call involved a young boy on his hands and knees learning the finer elements of floor scrubbing in Marley's room when her mother came round the corridor. She was forced to throw her dragon stick models under her bed and quickly grab the nearest cloth to dunk it in the bucket of hot water beside her. Her mother presumed she had just gotten the young boy to give her a hand, but later when she asked her daughter to wear her new dress to dinner she got a little suspicious when Marlaey proclaimed it couldn't be found..
Among adults Marlaey was often told to be seen and not heard as her opinions weren't as valid because she was a child. This irked her alot. She wanted others to listen to what she knew, what she had learned from observation, but she was too young at that stage. But her mother always listened to her and her views on life here without judgement, for which she was eternally grateful. And as Marlaey got older she began to really see how hard her mother had, and continued to work for her. She admired her completely. From her she had learned assertiveness and among other things she was taught that everyone deserved respect, regardless of rank. She was always able to go to her mother about anything, having a very strong relationship with her. During her first experience of a mating flight as an adolescent she had been completely overwhelmed and if she hadn't had her mother's support she might have done something she'd have regretted. As a young girl living in a weyr she knew how frivolous the world of relationships were, but she was still quite intimidated by it.
When she is on her own Marlaey always finds a place near where dragons are gathering and just sits and listens to them. She has always felt comforted by the sounds they make, knowing that they are the great draconic protectors of her world. She never disturbs them, only sits and listens. When she was a baby her mother used to do this with her, bringing her to the weyr bowl on warm sunny days and speaking softly to her baby daughter about these great beasts and how important they were. So Marlaey had kept the tradition of seeking dragons out to be with and listen to without even realising it. Though very easy to talk to she can be quite introverted at times and enjoys her own company. From time to time she feels it necessary to disconnect from people around her and to connect on some level with the dragons.
Spending most of her days helping her mother and watching out for the younger children that were always running about the place Marlaey was surprised, but very pleased, when she was asked to stand at a hatching. She had no expectations whatsoever, but hoped with impression that she could help improve the weyr and in turn her small family's life.
((18 when Impressed))
Dragon Information[/u]
Name: Elynth
Age: 2 Turns, Turn 1262
Color: Gold
Appearance:
Pixel by the wonderful Savanna
The Maiden of the Sky is a brightly hued Gold if not quite the sunny color of her mother. Elynth does come close to Aeriath's shade except that hers is a bit more muted with slight bit more orange in the tone. However when not standing near Aeriath it would be hard to see the light differences in hide color. Elynth has even coloring throughout her hide with the only darker shaded areas being her webbing and her eyeridges.
Large even for a Queen it is expected that she will grow to be upwards of 42 meters. Aeriath being only 40 herself this is a great length for the young one to achieve. A well-built Gold there is nothing small about her, from her muscular body to the tip of her tail. She is power through and through. Her body in fact would be considered proportionate in every way. Which would match her meticulous persona to a tea.
The young Queen always takes great care to go slow after hte Hatching. She does have a clumsiness about her that all dragonets have after Hatching but which will linger till she is almost full grown. Despite this she always walks with her head held high. Her tail is often held higher off the ground than the other dragons too. She claims it helps her balance.
Personality:
The first personality trait one notices when around Elynth is that she is rather upbeat. Not much gets her down as long as things are going her way. All things really should be done as she wishes anyway. The Queen can be overly analytical and critical of things that others might oversee. She is detail oriented and will not forget to check the little things. Despite this, she is one to get things done well and quickly. Her efficiency as a flier will make her a great addition to the Queen’s Wing. For the moment though, the young Queen is awkward and clumsy on foot.
She enjoys helping those less fortunate than herself and will go out of her way to be there for a friend. A more loyal dragon you may never meet. Elynth enjoys the little things in life and often comments to her rider about the things she notices. (Such comments are more likely to be random and have nothing to do with conversation, eg. Rider: What do you think would look good on that wall over there? Dragon: The water in the lake is sparkling.) Elynth is a sweet Gold although a bit judgemental when people don’t get things done up to her standards which despite her seemingly kind demeanor are quite high.
The Gold enjoys sunning and spending time with male dragons. Although the occasional green might be a friend, she prefers the males as they tend to do whatever she wants them to do. The attention they lavish on her is also an excuse for her to like their company better. She likes to be the center of attention when she is in the mood to be but she is not the type of Gold who needs the spotlight all the time.
History:
Clutch: Aeriath's 5th by Bronze Nienoth
Hatching Order: 9th, From The Maiden of the Sky Egg
Mind Voice: Katharine Hepburn
Text color: DAB500
Hatching Post
The entire cavern seemed to hush to complete silence as the Golden shell of The Maiden of the Sky Egg began to crack. The shaking of the egg signaled to all that the newest Queen of Refuge was about to make her debut. Even as the young women made a semi circle around her shattering shell, the little Queen paid them no mind. Shell pieces went fling every which direction, even hitting some of the closer Candidates. Here was no weak little hatchling, here was a Gold dragonet with all the power she needed to take on the world that was the Hatching Cavern. Clumsily she stumbled out of her egg, showing finally the full extent of her body. Not quite the sunny hued Gold of her mother, The Maiden of the Sky was more coppery hued, especially under her wings, on her webbing and around her eyeridges. She was a large Gold dragonet in comparison to Rhiannoth and Aeriath.
The Queen moved past the broken shell and quickly walked forward trying to keep her momentum and balance but lacking in the latter. She staggered into three young women one of whom was likely dead now. Blood had now stained the Hatching Sands and sadly this would only be the beginning of what the young Queen would leave in her wake.. Instantly apologetic the Queen turned around, unfortunately doing the same thing with her tail. The girls closest did their best to dodge but one of them was slashed in the arm.
The young Gold began her walk forward toward the semi circle of young women. She liked all the warm feelings they were sending her but there was that nagging feeling that she had to pick the best of the best. So she walked from one girl to the next. At first it seemed she had beganto regain her footing but as she turned she ended up tripping and her claws dug into the chest of a young woman named Kestrel. It was clear even to the Healers that the young woman was so severely injured she would not survive. The Queen was feeling confused by the panic and terror that began to spread.
She tried to spread her wings out to help her balance but ended up tripping again nonetheless. She fell into two young women standing near eachother. Neither one was so badly injured they would die but some of their bones had been crushed. Laure and Lyndel were unconscious but would live, the Healers hoped. So long as the Queen didn’t walk on them they stood a chance. The other women seemed to be a bit more nervous now that the Queen had shown an almost malicious side. Although the Queen had no idea how much damage to people she was causing. Increasingly confused by the mixed emotions she looked up at her mother who dipped her head. She should move on. Find her lifemate.
As the Queen walked past Therion, she noted the young woman’s vanity. She was strong enough but was she right for her? Then she walked by Trelia who was kinder but just as stubborn as Therion. Something about her did click with the Queen but it was not quite right. Finally coming to Marlaey she found a kindred spirit. The Queen, now afraid of touching any of the girls simply looked into Marlaey’s eyes and said Marlaey I am Elynth. Are you not hungry? I am. I’d like to eat. In fact all the Gold could think about seemed to be the burning hungry feeling in her stomach.
