Danica's Green Samaranth

Weyrwoman's Curse Egg

An apex of fire crowns this egg with tongues of yellow and orange flame. Like a ribbon of firelight, the brilliant hues spiral downward, arcing across the pale ecru and saffron shell, aiming for the dark muddy chaos that coats the lower half of the egg. Here the firelight turns to shadow. Oranges deepen into browns and browns into black. Random smudges of color, a line of dark blue, a dash of forest green, just add to the turmoil. Along the edge of this darkness is a pale mixing of color, a flare of light that almost seems to take the shape of a dragon diving into the void.

Egg Inspiration: They're murdered, they're maimed, they're blinded and they're driven insane. The Weyrwomen of Ista must impress with a curse hanging over their heads! Since the beginning of the pass nearly every one of them has met a tragedy. Becoming senior is like the kiss of death. ;)

Hatching Message: The Weyrwoman's Curse Egg seems cursed to have been left to near the end of the clutch. Isn't it time to be free already? There's a persistant, steady tapping from within, and finally the occupant pushes a muzzle-tip, a pinion, a foot through; and then the egg is no more, just shards on the sands.

Tenacious Copper-Traced Green

This unusual dragon is all about stark contrasts: exotic beauty in the midst of barrenness, colour playing against itself, melding with divine tone and form in one unique whole. Bursts of emerald mark the dainty lines of her muzzle, fluting back around expressive eyes, sculpted ridges and delicate haunches only to march back along the top of her long, sinuous tail. That shade, though remarkable, is common enough on other dragons. What makes her truly noteworthy are the striations of tawny burnt umber that darken the undersides of her wings and the round of her haunches in intricate patterns, seeming almost like the morning's shadows on parched desert grass aching for rain. Glimmering veins of amber stretch gauze-like beneath her sails, wending their way across her belly like so much sunlight glistening on webs. Those light specks of muted oranges and reds that float their way across the emerald coalesce in small eddies and concentric patterns along the bunching of muscles, almost like exotic creations that floated there on the wind from dust motes, pollen and dew. It's a shimmering, entrancing effect that plays with the ambient light as she moves; and the best artist could not have formed it better.

Final Size: 22.6

Dragon Inspiration: Samaranth is based off a desert oasis, a splash of vibrant color hidden amidst barren red sands.

Name: Samaranth - We thought you should get the name you've been wanting forever. :) It's also somewhat close to another word we found meaning desert flower: Sharne.

Mindvoice:

Internal Impression Message: Everything around you goes pale until even the black sand beneath your feet turns white and the cavern overhead is gone, replaced by a blinding light. The heat that has been rising off the sands intensifies, sending lines of hot air undulating upwards, marring whatever shape rests before you. There is nothing but that shape. All around you there is nothing but a straight line to the horizon. There is only this shape, shimmering in the hot air, growing darker until umber gives away to green like the desert gives away to the oasis. You feel yourself drawn towards it though you feet never move. Need rises in you like a thirst you've never known, a thirst for this green creature that remains just out of reach. << Danica. >> The fingers of your mind reach out and find something there. Something real. Something that reaches back and holds fast. The caverns start returning, ghostly pale at first and then regaining color. But all you can see is that green form. << Yes, I am yours, Danica. >> She knew your thoughts! But then, you know hers... her thoughts, her feelings, her hunger. << I am Samaranth and I am yours. >>

External Impression Message: The Tenacious Copper-Traced Green is looking from face to face, wondering, uncertain, and then uncertainty dies as the whirling eyes fix on one individual in particular. This girl is her match and her own, is the other half of the whole, and not a mirage at all.

Temperament

Weyrling:

Living in the desert takes a unique strength, and it's one that Samaranth embodies rather well. She isn't one of those flighty, gossipy, annoying greens that get on one's nerves the moment they're left to their own devices. No, she keeps to her own counsel, for the most part, which means of course to -yours-, and you will get quiet, apt observations on just about everything. How much she catches on and takes in may well give you a surprise or three. You'll find her peaceful mood work its own magic on you, too, and often you'll feel yourself just not worried about things that used to concern you most. So some silly Weyrling managed to drop his dirty laundry in your cot again; you're better than he is, now. There's a steady strength to knowing you can do anything you set your mind to, and Samaranth has that, and has gifted it to you.

You may find in the beginning that she tends to be a little too withdrawn though; not from fear, never that, but from a simple desire to watch, first. Her bright mind will be focused on other, more important things. No need to join the others clunking about in lessons when you can see them fall on their faces and learn from it. In fact, you may find you need to temper your own impulsive nature in order to coax her out, softening your edges to act as intermediary between assertive WeyrlingMaster and stubborn dragonet. But as she gets acclimated to the process you'll soon find her getting the best of some of the most competitive weyrling pairs in the group, both physically - that early clumsiness will ease itself out into a diminutive form that's quite agile - and mentally. She'll enjoy making witty quips at the males' expense, full knowing her quick humour is over their heads. But as much as she's a balance to your sometimes fiery nature, the desert does get hot at midday; and there will be times, particularly when frustration rears its ugly head, that her temper flares hot and quick. And it's then you'll have to be at your best to reign your lifemate in.

Adult:

One thing you'll grow to love most about your Samaranth is the soft touch of her mind in yours. Hers has all the warmth of the Igen desert at sundown, but whispered through it is a hint of that green miracle. Rain. Life in the desert. So too does she seem to carry an eternal optimism, a brightness to her tone and a quiet confidence that will suit you both, if you're ready for it, to more than you ever dreamt possible. Her humour too will blossom like bright spots in your mind, and soon you may find her irreverent commentary setting you to stifling laughter at the dinner table. She can be stubborn at times - particularly when she believes she is right - but that can work to your advantage as she faces off blues, browns and even bronzes in areas of authority. Not to say she isn't respectful of it - she is, though will edge their commands with comments to you about what she thinks of them, for good or ill - but when she is in charge, that's it. She doesn't need to make a noise of herself to earn attention, she simply gets it. It's the feel of her, the aura of ability and strength she wears like a cloak. She's aware of her diminutive stature and what 'some others' think of greens; and she's always quick, all the more determined to prove otherwise. She is Herself.

Flight:

Remember how hot the desert can get? Multiply that by fifty and you might get the idea of Samaranth in flight. She'll be a firestorm, and will fly like one too; and keeping a hold of both her and you will be a challenge unlike you've known before. After the first it'll grow easier - practice and all - but with that first will come a deeper sense of awareness between the two of you. No matter how that first flight turns out, you both will have reached a new level of understanding. She's discerning when it comes to men; her exotic appearance will attract no end of suitors, but she has her standards. When she does see one she likes she'll be coy, polite, drawing him in in her own way.

Wing:

Some dragons just go all-out fierce in Fall; not Samaranth. She prefers to take a more tactical approach. Even as she's ordered to fly formation, you'll notice one small part of her mind focused on the strategic surroundings about you, on which dragons have slipped out of formation, on which have been injured or are growing weary. She seems to have a fair mind for categorizing, slipping each into their own tidy boxes in her mind. This is something you may not even realize until afterward, a thought that might spring forth while washing her down in the pools. She's singleminded up there, and won't even acknowledge this innate ability; which might lead you to wondering, for the first while, if you simply imagined it.

Credits:

Egg: Griere
Description: Reye
Name: Danica
Temper: Reye
Puppeteer: S'dar