S'fox's Blue Baharith

Ode to Klah Egg

This medium sized egg starts off with a dollop of cream at the top. A wide band of light beige comes next. Sprinkles of nutmeg colored spots are the only things that mar the beige band's smoothness. Another wide band in tan follows and is sparingly blemished with amber wisps. Subtle striations in rotating hues of chestnut and hazelnut wrap themselves around the middle of the egg. The next to last layer of color is the swirling mix of rich cocoa with cinnamon in glorious harmony. The final tint is a splotch of the deepest, darkest chocolate one can imagine.

Egg Inspiration: Scenes good, bad, and ugly have been dispensed with over this simple beverage. From Flirk's Klah to Runner's Klah to the beverages made aboard the cabin of every sailing vessel made by the Seacraft, Klah has been an underlying presence in the roleplay on Pern. This egg is meant to honor those "simple" moments that pop up with rp'ing. No threadfall, no convuluted plotlines or soap opera-ish twists, just folks getting together to talk. Sometimes these moments are the best... and most fun!

Hatching Message: The Ode to Klah Egg appears to have had enough of its predicament; there's a rat-tatting from within, a hammering that batters the shell into irregular halves.

Languid Cerulean-Shores Blue

As the brilliant blue of the waters off Boll wash up upon its white sands, so does the ultramarine hide of this dragon's torso and tail wash up upon the light cyan of its legs and neck. Alternating bands of slate and aquamarine flash across the wingsails of this compact, relaxed, and well formed dragon, the colors blending to a much lighter hue when the wings are extended and stretched, somehow reminiscent of the ocean sky dotted with puffy white clouds. Pronounced headknobs are a darker shade of cornflower blue, standing out against the light sky blue of muzzle and wedge-shaped head, directing attention to his intelligent eyes.

Final Size: 24.7

Dragon Inspiration: This dragon is based off a Southern Boll Style; that is, eminantly tropical and relaxed, even so far as to say the traditional Earth rasta man interested in cool breezes, fine women, sunning on the beach and big waves. The ultimate Rastafarian duo of Bob Marley and his son, Ziggy Marley, with a dash of Bobby McFerrin's "Don't Worry, Be Happy", and a healthy serving of every beach surfer dude seen in the movies. He is the ultimate beach bum, just living and enjoying and wanting to spread the word that everything's all right... not discounting that touch of adventure and trouble from time to time.

Name: Baharith - After 'Bahari' which is an African name for 'man of the sea'. Your 'ari is nothing if not a water lover, letting the tides take him where they will and enjoying whatever adventures they bring him.

Mindvoice:

Internal Impression Message: A beautiful haze washes into your mind, making your head swim with sudden heat, the rush of water and wind pounding in your ears. As the sun burns off morning's mist, the haze begins to clear leaving only one feeling, one thought, but it's not your own and you can't quite make it out. That shroud of otherworldly heat fades, leaving the very real feeling of the baking hatching sands beneath your feet. The noise that filled your head grows into the steady beat of your heart and drifts into silence. That thought comes through again, more clearly now, and the small blue hatching before you seems to smile. No, you -feel- the smile and you hear his thought as a clear voice in your head, a sense of rightness, of belonging. There's stunning realization, a sense that with him everything can be, will be alright. << S'fox. >> It's a voice oddly your own yet at the same time strangely different; and with it comes a wave of acceptance that you've never felt before, or even realized that you longed for. << Stop standing there so stiff. I'm yours, S'fox! And you are mine. I am Baharith. >>

External Impression Message: The Languid Cerulean-Shores Blue gives a heart-breaking creel, a clear question to everyone and no one. Blue head raises - and then all the laziness of motion is gone, as with a rush of damp wings and a voice turning to joyful croons he's in front of the one boy he needs, drawn to him as inexorably as the moons draw the sea tides.

Temperament

Weyrling:

Happy just to be, not a worry on his mind, your lifemate would rather laze in the sun on the beach or exert himself for a frolic in the surf, than put much effort into training and drills. No pleasure there, only fuss, and life's too short to stress on the details. And by details, we mean rules. Guidelines. What Society Expects You To Make Of Yourself. Forget that! Better to spend one's time finding just the right body position for sunning, or catching a wave, or entering a different state of mind: fluid, relaxed, and one with the world. He's all about equality - his pleasures are simple enough he has a hard time wrapping his mind around the ambition that created Pern's highly structured ranks. << You're listening to that? Hold oppression, that's what it is. Putting down the man so a What's Faorath call them? Lord Holder? Yeah, puttin' them down for a Lord Holder. Who cares? There's always herdbeast to eat. Stop listening to that stuff, who's in charge of what makes my head hurt and I'm hearing a good groove from Essieth >> Did we mention your lifemate is just a little bit socialist? ;) His idea of success is doing what makes him happy, and being taken care of in return - he may well turn perfecting this into a lifelong pursuit. He's more than willing to share his growing experience on this topic with his siblings, but while he is always welcoming of company and opportunities to socialize, that company had better not throw his groove. He's an inspired conversationalist if the topic interests him, but turn it from whatever strikes his fancy - or worse, to bad news and heavy, unpleasant thoughts - and this boy's as likely to shut down as during lessons.

Naturally, this is going to make it a challenge to keep up with the weyrling lessons. It might take a lot of cajoling and begging and threatening to get him to focus long enough to understand the lesson.

Adult:

Some might say that this fellow is the prototype Interval dragon: No Thread, No Worries. His lackadaisical attitude about lessons and rules has developed into something that might conflict with your own tendency to flatter authority figures. His attitude of relaxed equality doesn't have much room for authority. All that yelling and orders. He's not defiant; he just sees no more reason to listen to the wingleader than that old senile blue who likes fishing with him. Everyone gets their say, like a crowd of friends at the Sandbar rather than a Fighting Weyr looking out for the safety of its holds. If he thinks they've got their head on straight, then sure, he might listen. His mindvoice is droll, and while Aesarth likes replacing one word with ten, your lifemate is all about using emotion and tone of voice to convey his feelings with as few words as possible. Or the same word, whenever he can get away with it. There's a warmth to his voice, an almost palpable temperature that can soothe away worries as well as a warm rock against tired wing-muscles, or flare like his own flames with fervency. And though he's never tasted a drop of alcohol, sometimes a sweet flavor of the bartender's latest mix wraps 'round his words when he's trying to be charming. A natural flirt, he's easy with the ladies, charming without being lecherous. It isn't about the sex, it is about the good time. Everybody must have a good time, after all.

He'll get along well with Ayannath, as her desire to stay out of conflicts meshes with his into a live and let lie policy. Except for in one matter: He always seems hungry, but never finishes a beast. Other dragons eat ever few days, this one eats every day, and sometimes twice in a day. And he almost seems to be addicted to fish. Little fish, big fish, whatever's handy so long as he can hold it in his claws, slurp out the soft parts, and nibble away. You may find fishbones start appearing in the oddest places. Not to mention inspections aren't going to go over well if you're standing in full riding gear, his blue hide gleaming with a fresh coat of oil... and some plump packtail is casually meeting its demise.

Flight:

Unfortunately for you, as much as a charmer this blue might be, his relaxed being extends into the efforts he puts into flights. If the green wants him, she'll let him catch her; and there are ways to catch greens. They involve flattery and seduction, not getting all riled up and sweaty, bumping around in some pack. These other boys just don't know how it's done. It's all about the allure, man, the allure. Show off, jump a thermal, ride the air right into her waiting wings. He's good in the air, -really- good, and has a talent for those tricky Istan winds that makes him appear simply an extension of those gusts, and can anticipate thermals and underclimes as though he were inventing them himself.

Wing:

Repeat after me: No Thread, No Worries. More time for trick flying! If there still is Thread falling once he's out of Weyrlinghood, he'll heed the call, for he is a dragon. He's not stupid by any stretch of the imagination, and will not put himself or you into danger, though if he can get away with it he does enjoy a little loop-de-loop here and there. Alright, alright, so effort's a good thing when it's -showing off-. Flame and get back to the beach, that's the ticket! There's always a party on the beach after Fall, right? If not, he'll make one.

Credits:

Egg: Claia
Description: K'tdan, A'ley and Griere
Name: Reye and A'ley
Temper: K'tdan, A'ley and Reye
Puppeteer: Griere