Art's Soulful Embrace green Ynsyth
Life's Colorful Egg
There is the hand that life deals one, and this egg is no exception. What it has been dealt is expressed vividly upon its surface in a rainbow of hues that roll vibrantly from one to the next, and collide in starbursts. Either end of the ovoid gleams in a polished clean and pure cloudy white. That most innocent of hues gives way quickly enough to the brilliant waves and bursts of lively color. Here, azure and lemon twine next to a spiral of ochre and peach which fade into a playful twist of ruby and olive. Violet and fawn wrap the center with starbursts of chocolate and mauve, and silver and rose to either side. And blue. One can hardly miss the lovely blue that somehow seems to tie everything together in a way surprisingly pleasing to the eye. Beyond its coloring, the egg is otherwise entirely normal. It is neither the largest nor smallest and is shaped quite typically. The shell itself is fairly smooth and unblemished and kept comfortably warm as it rests in its sandy bed.
Description Inspiration
Finding the right green was a little bit difficult, until I realized that there was one place on the dragon that had just the tone and textures that I wanted. So I looked up cats eyes and hit upon one with the texture one expects from the eye and the right flair of texture in it. There was a desc from where I took her from, that added some of the more interesting sized bits and pieces. It just didn't have quite the flair that HT dragons deserve. So after making a hack of it myself (seriously, I'm that bad at descriptions), Kyara was an absolute doll and took the description and tied in this imagery.
Name Inspiration
I'd love to say that there was something special that went into this, but really, there wasn't. In the series Abhorsen series, by Garth Nix, the Free Magic creature Mogget (who usually appears as a cat bound by one of the magic bells of the charter) is revealed to be one of the orignial 9 free magic creatures who created the charter, by the name of Yrael. 'Syth' just sounds pretty, add an extra N to match Saren, and we end up with Ynsyth. "Yen-Syth". Not, of course, of the Star Wars fame, as there's nothing even a little Sith-ish about Ynsyth.
Hatching Message
Greater movement comes to the life's colorful egg. Rocking in earnest in its sandy nest, the occupant within has apparently decided its cramped quarters are no longer suitable. Large white cracks appear in the eggs midsection, girdling the circumference of the colorful shell. The cracks around the center of the life's colorful egg give way with a sudden snap. The shell slips neatly in half, the two pieces dropping away to either side of the once occupant. It might make an interesting decoration should it be salvaged, or more likely to be trampled into colorful shards to glitter amongst the black sands. The hatchling released seems unconcerned of her shells fat as she stretches out of the cramped quarters and gives her wings a little shake.
Hatching Description
Rain-radiant moss and gold-threaded veridian glisten wild upon the frame of this sleek green, striking streaks of deep jade and frosted leaf brushed even and regular over and down each curve of a front-heavy build. Shadows mottle earth-veined wings and speckle her spine, gathering to darkness deep as jungle night to form each smoothed and streamlined neck ridge. No angle resides within the build of this lushly-hued lass, even throughout the blunt, heavy triangle taper of her head and broadly-wrought chest and shoulders giving way to a nearly too-slender belly braced by muscular haunches. Feral emerald fire finely polished is this lissome lady to the eye, finesse and fierceness made flesh.
Impression Message
The frantic rush and the chaos upon the sands, crooning hatchlings and breaking shells is surely too much. Too much for such a gentle and shy soul as your own as you wait with the last shells broken, the final hatchlings to choose and the quiet of your 'normal' life to return. «But what fun would that be?» A playful whisper accompanied by notes of orange and pomegranate tickles the back of your thoughts. As if you must argue with yourself - this whole ordeal has to come to a conclusion: no new faces appearing in the barracks each day, no random strange chores to deal with «Oh, definitely no fun at all then!» Wait, but it's just that perhaps your definition of fun is a bit different from «Ynsyth» is supplied conversationally… from Ynsyth's. That's right, right there it makes total sense now it's… It is the coming realization that the not quite balanced little green hatchling last wandering the sands has come before you, never quite still and somehow with a rather bemused expression upon her blunted face. «Hello Saren.» In fact, you can sense this quite clearly from your partner, you were never meant to have that pesky S for a name, she was! «Why, thank you for saving it for me my deal Saren.» and so your new journey begins.
Mindvoice
Ynsyth's mind is a bubbly colorful abstract landscape. Of tone it is pleasantly feminine, although a younger sounding voice. As if you are speaking to a young teen, rather than the fully developed tones of an adult. It is frequently accompanied by color or taste, but rarely by sound. Not that she is quiet, just that her mind is expressed in the other sense predominantly. While her mind ranges through all possible colors, most frequently found are oranges and reds. The deep fruity colors and associated citrus, cheery and/or pomegranate flavors. On the rare occasion her ire is raised, the stinging burn of alcohol washes in as well.
For some, the mindscape will grow slowly, organically, as the bond grows. But for Ynsyth's, there is no gentle introduction. From the moment she sweeps you up off the sands you’ll be pulled into the wild riot of color and smell that are Ynsyth's mind and heart.
As a budding painter, you’ll appreciate how she uses color to create the mind. Very rarely will pastels make an appearance here. If a color has a bold or bright hue, be sure, that will be the one that appears on the mindside.
Bright yellow envelops your mind, sweeping away the darkness of sleep. « Saren! It’s morning time, the sun is already up, we have to go!»
When she is first hatched, the use of color will be more than a little slapdash. Drips, bold strokes, and abstraction rule her interactions with you and with those she first interacts with. It’ll be common, those first few months, for her to choose a color for those that she or you interact with. The color chosen will match their particular personalities, and it'll take a lot of doing to get it to change. Her color palate is limitless, and she'll use it to explain the world around her.
It might sometimes be a bit overwhelming to a girl so much in tune with the more blunt colors of Telgar, but in Ynsyth's mind you’ll come to experience color like you never quite could have done elsewhere. Perhaps that’s why she has such a fondness for sunsets and sunrises- the colors there feed the painting in her mind.
As she grows so will the complexity of her mind pictures. The drips and lines will branch out, and the colors multiply into each of their hundreds of hues. With all of these colors available any picture is possible. There will always be an awareness that there is something just… slightly off with the pictures that Ynsyth's creates. But you’ll come to realize that she’s doesn’t really care about accuracy. Ynsyth's mind pictures are all about the emotion behind the picture.
She’s very careful about her use of color. Each emotion has it’s own range. Happiness? Bright yellows. Sorrow? She dives into the blue spectrums. Red? Oh, love abounding. And it goes on, each color of the rainbow representing some emotion. Sometimes, she won’t even have to open up her chatter for you to realize how she is feeling. Just a simple touch of the mind can reveal her emotions. Given enough time and perhaps, maybe, even you can communicate back to her with those hints of color.
Layered on top of the colors is something Saren will appreciate, having once mixed her own paints. Smells. No paint is completely without odor, and those which exist only within Ynsyth's mind are no different.
Each of her colors has roots in a real world source, some of which are highly exotic. (What could possibly create such a bold silver? No natural plant for sure… or is it just one that hasn’t been discovered yet?) No matter. The odors exist. Her favorites though? Natural fruity ones.
Orange drips downwards, forming a puddle below as bright chatter bubbles up. « I really think we should go to that hatching at Fort. I think you will just have the most fun. I mean, you can put on that party dress and I can wear one of those ribbons you got me! Isn’t that fun? » As quickly as it had begun it fades again, leaving behind the tangy smell of citrus, rising upwards from the slowly spreading puddle of orange.
Some smells aren’t quite as nice as others, and as Ynsyth grows, there will be times when things will catch her particular ire.
«I can’t believe she told us to shut up! I STILL want to know where Lanea got that hair cream from! » Angry blacks strike out a bright blue background, their bold lines sharp and edged as they slap upon the peaceful background. An acrid smell, harsh and burning, slips past, driving home the anger in the thought.
Not all paints can be made naturally, and black? It’s one of the very worst. Carrying the tang of alcohol Ynsyth's angry colors (blacks, blues, and the occasional flash of white) are a slap to the mind.
But as with all paints, it is possible to color over them. Ire can last only so long, and soon enough Ynsyth will forget what caused her to paint her mind black.
« Ugh, I hate black. I think… yellow. Maybe orange. » As swiftly as it had come, the black disappears behind swift strokes of yellow. A sunrise, coming up over the mountains, hope and peacefulness twirling together. « Better. Saren, I say we go out to the ocean. A dip would be divine. »
Physicalities
With her almost awkward shaping, it’s almost inevitable that the way that Ynsyth moves is highly unique. She seems just always slightly unstable, torso heavy, rather than her weight resting more centrally. The green has to be careful, which she rarely is, when stopping to make sure that she doesn’t land head over heels.
To make matters worse, Ynsyth simply has too much energy. Even as she grows older there will always be a tendency towards running when walking will do, towards flying speedily when a gentle glide might fit better. The fact that she biffs it more often than her siblings? That simply doesn’t bother her. She’ll brush the dust off and jump right into things.
It’s probably a good thing, with all that biffing it that Ynsyth is in for, that her hide is easy to care for. While some dragons tend towards rough, itchy hide, Ynsyth's is smooth. While dust may cling to it there will be little scrubbing needed to make it leave her. A quick swipe is all that is needed to leave it smooth and clean again. A little oil goes a long way, and really, Ynsyth would prefer if she didn’t have to sit still while you rub the stuff all over her. Just enough to make ::between:: safe, thanks.
When it comes to sleep, Ynsyth is all her own. Because she tends to fall asleep just about anywhere her posture when sleeping tends to be… interesting. Only when she chooses to sleep will she be tucked neatly in a ball. The rest of the time Ynsyth simply sprawls outwards, heedless of where her body parts end up. It'll make you wince, more than a little, when you see her in some of these awkward positions. But she wakes up without any cricks (really, is she that boneless?) and so you'll simply have to get use to it.
Personality
Weyrlinghood should prove most interesting and probably quite a bit stressful for you. Your partner has only just entered the world and knows nothing of it, or the proper behaviors in it. She is nearly uninhibited at first. Any moment that she is awake she wants to be there, see that, and asks a million questions along the way.
Except she’s already asking the question before her hand could ever even be raised….
«Why is leather so chewy? How come it is called a bakers dozen if there are thirteen cookies? Did the weyrlingmaster really say we could go skydiving? What is skydiving?»
The questions run an unimaginable range. Thankfully, they'll taper off after a few months as you get over the initial hump, but always she's apt to ask something totally random and not necessarily on topic. She wants to know things as they come to her right then please and thank you. It's something her wingleaders will have to come to grips with, as she's apt to interupt mid-instruction to ask something off the wall.
Then, of course, there is the simple getting into everything. She's particularly fond of anything that might shade her hide in different colors, and it's best to just find some way to keep her from the dying vats altogether.
"Did you just dye your muzzle purple?!"
«Well I thought it was one of those scented oils I heard about. A couple of the weavers did not seem very happy. I told them to come talk to you if there was some problem.»
If she should ever meet a harper who specializes in painting, she'll be almost impossible to tear away until she's gotten to see them put more than a little paint on their canvas. Of course, she won't be any help in this endeavor, because once that paint comes out? she just wants to touch it.
It's all so innocent. Perhaps her extreme is a reflection of your own and together somehow you'll both temper each other either side of the middle depending on the moment. Manners are definitely not her greatest suit, and you'll likely spend countless hours trying to get some of the basic concepts thru her mind. She's just as likely to continue on up to someone and sniff at their hair. Poise? Not exactly her strong point.
«Oooh! Dear Saren you /must/ ask how she got such curls! Your hair would look great like that.»
Or it might be,
« Bailey smells good,» as she bounds over to the weyrwoman and sniffs «You must ask what that is!»
For whatever reason, there is a line. She'd really rather you do most of the actual talking to others, though she certainly can herself when you are not present and the need presents itself. Maybe she’s just helping you by always insisting that you do the talking.
Ynsyth is the addiction you never asked for that you so perfectly need. A bubbly, playful, outgoing beast that is all over and into everything and everybody. Good humored, she chases life with a vigor that is inspiring. She will eventually reach a level of maturity that will keep her from outright drooling on folks, sniffing up skirts and pants, or licking up a drink or snack left out on the beach or in the local bar. Well. At least when folks are looking.
Eventually she’ll develop a level of tact that will allow her antics to (hopefully) become less terrifying for you. She'll ever work to drag you along in her shenanigans, unintentional foibles and, usually, unplanned adventures. Her energy will seem completely endless. Well. Until it ends.
At the end of the day she'll drop into the deepest sleep from which even a rising gold could not wake. It doesn’t matter really where she is when it happens. The middle of the bowl? Get comfortable. Lake Shore? Hey, at least it is warm in Southern? As she grows older it’ll be easier to predict exactly when Ynsyth energy with abruptly flag, and you can get her back to a familiar home.
You can look at her with a warm fondness in those moments, feeling the love and warmth of her being that wraps about you in the zest of life that she just wants to share each moment of every day with her most perfect rider, and reflect that despite all its challenges you'd never go back to what was before that fateful day she broke from her colorful shell.
Flights
When nature calls you'll know far in advance. The change in her personality is as dramatic as your own because she becomes a mirror to how you were that hatching day. The formerly outgoing, playful, even charming and humorous green will find that she doesn't very much feel like leaving the weyr, heck even leaving her ledge. She'll go find a spot in the bowl and when anyone wanders nearby she's apt to move somewhere with more isolation. Suddenly quiet and ultra-shy it builds up until that moment of the actual flight.
«I can't stand it!»
Hide glows brightly, heat flows off her body in a way nearby males won't miss. If she intended to hide and wait out the cycle, well it will never work.
«I'm out of here!» she'll shriek, her challenge, her defiance. Away is all she wants and knows until there is the cool high sky and the sudden warmth in her body and that personality starts flipping back, a sudden interest in her chasers and it'll soon all be over.
There is one thing you will never doubt about her. The unconditional love and affection she shows you. You are her everything, and whatever she does, never is it done to harm or cause you distress. You're likely to have many cringe-worthy moments simply due to the she that she is, but she is here for you, to you above all and any other.
Thread
You know what cats like more than anything else in the whole world? String. Just dangle a bit of that stuff in front of their faces and they're going to be entertained for hours. So it's not too surprising that Ynsyth, when she rises to fight Thread, tends towards the extreme of almost enjoying the exercise for what it is.
Inside of the formations she's the type of green that is able to move flexibly within a wing. She can hold just about any position, and as she falls firmly within the green size band, is a strong anchor in any level of flying. Her bubbly personality makes it easy for her to get on with others, so long as they're okay with her random questions in the middle of a fall.
Her flame is more like a spatter of bullets versus a sustained flame though. She'll never be one to catch everything in a large clump, but she's rather good at clean up. Open she'll put herself astride a length of thread, keeping up with it as it falls so that she can spread her flame throughout it. Only once it is gone will she move on to others.
Credits
Original credits to Neyuni from PW.
Dragon Description credit to Kyara.