Prymith

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Dearest Nalaski… when you first set your soul upon Prymith's firmament, you found yourself blinded by the dawn's light, filtered through foliage. Golden bars of light lighting the darkness within your own soul… but over time perhaps that initial burst of glory faded…

Somehow, you lost touch with Prymith — not that you stopped loving her, but merely the pivotal moment of Impression overshadowed everything else. Weyrlinghood became a mirror to such burst of light. As if a mist had settled upon your passage through time. Perhaps, it's what brought you to such fear when first you flew Thread. Perhaps it's what perpetuated a disconnect with self, but oh, Nalaski. Prymith is more than mere dawn…

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… she is the light of the world.

Your world, and it is not dawn to which her soul calls — as such it is easy to see how disconnected you may have become for her mysteries will slowly unfold across the span of your lives, but first you must under stand your beautiful Prymith.

For she is a green of the golden hour, of the dusk and loam, of shattered light of sunsets scattering beautiful colors across stormy-hued skies. Oh, perhaps Raiyodakarith influenced her in the shell with his dawn's light, and her light is similar, kin, to his… but her very own.

… behold, Nalaski, behold what comes…

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Spring's Golden Hour Glory Green Prymith


Verdant greens cultivates vibrant beauty upward from enriched soil-laden paws, talons of loam-and-bark catching Rukbat's light in natural sheen reminiscent of spring rains. Pale fern grows across sweet swell of belly, limning her lines in hues of golden dawn before pine-dark shades collect in treasured emerald in the curvatures of her body, drifting across her haunches in formations reminiscent of petals, delicate and soft. Behold such beauty in nimble wings, narrow and tapered in aerodynamic perfection! Lo, such majesty of nature's secrets in outspread canopy of wings dappled in collected patterns of leaves saturated in chartreuse and lime where light gifts in gilded glory. From tailtip to headknobs, impressive length of form lay masked in tendency to coil like a creeper plant, whilst delicate, small legs hold the secrets of burnt umber and rich, soil-laden browns as if tiny feet with tiny talons perpetually hold splashes of mud and muck.
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… first, a baby must be born …

Birth: Physical


As you know, Prymith has had little issue in weyrlinghod. Oh, she's grown as a good little green should. In all the right parts and places to a point where you've been able to focus on getting to know your green. Yet, Prymith is like a rose: first comes the boring bones of the plant with glossy leaves and sharp thorns. It is long after the plant has matured that you find the nuances of your green burst into bloom. Suddenly, did you see? The slight roseate hues touching upon the undersides of her wings like secrets you find in the gloaming of sunset-twilight.
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She's perfect in every way, but she's a creature of Mother Nature, as well. Wingspars, talons, headknobs; all of the pointed parts of her will be throny like a rose when Rukbat swings far and wide from Pern and the ground grows cold. It's as if she melts the very fat from her bones, becoming skeletal like branches reaching for a winter-bright sky. Only when the spring comes — how wonderful! How amazing! How beautiful! — will she fatten up, rounding out the sharp thorns and grow the beautiful roses under her wings. Her scent, even, will change threading sweet scent of delicate flowers born of the chilling bark-scent of winter. She's elemental to her very core, but more than that, she's seasonal. Winter, Spring, Summer, Autumn… collectively she changes with the seasons and is her brightest and fullest in the Spring and Summer, dimming with red-orange hues of vibrant foliage. Fall, oh fall!

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Can you feel the chill in the air around her? As summer fades and flowers drift away, her scent shifts to crisp leaves and cold winds. Of pine cones and sugar-spice as her color dims 'neath Rukbat's paling light. From sun-gold laden green to darker, deeper tones tinged in buttermilk and moonlight. Lo! How red-touched her wings may be! Do her feet shift in hues of green-brown?

Oh, no one will ever know she's not herself nor is she a color-changing creature of myth, but subtle changes occur as she walks through life, growing and shifting. It will be long past graduation that the first of these beings to occur, and always with winter. Before Spring can give life, Winter must first tear asunder all expectations. All understanding.

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For, see, Nalaski, soon you'll find yourself again. Connected where once you were disconnected. Beloved where once you were fearful.

« My darling, fear not. All of life comes to an end, but it must also begin. As birth arrives, so too must death. Together, we have nothing to fear for life is meant to be lived. »

… Not all of life is the physical…

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Growth: Mental


Behold! How achingly beautiful Prymith's mental self becomes once the fog of weyrlinghood is lifted. Where once was such glorious moment as the dawn of life itself, now pales in comparison to such rich and varied hues of sunset. Oh, how your heart might have lifted to have a dragon touched by the very dawn itself, but it is the sunset which holds all promise. It is the sunset which breaches the barrier between day and purple dusk.

Peaches and pinks overwhelm your senses as vines sheen in gilded glory, enriched from verdant hues by Rukbat's dying light. « Nala-skeeeeeee, my hide itches oh-so-terribly. » Leaves rustle in purple-dusk twilight, limned in touches of silver moonlight which never materializes. « I have need of you and do not care if you are with that boy again! »

You'll be hard pressed to say no to her nature-and-spring inspired imagery once she really comes into herself. She will be glorious, Nalaski, and weave a spell upon you that will have you leaning on your mindvoice lessons long after you've graduated. She's lain in wait, see, until you were ready.

Until she was ready.

Now, Prymith is not all sunsets and glory, no, for she stalks the shadowed forests as well, spilling butter-gold light through thin aspen trees of alpine foliage.

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Beyond trees, she is all of nature — mountains and sunset, streams and waterfalls. From rushing water, to depth of crushed ground, Prymith borrows and uses every nuance nature provides her to weave the magic of her spells, her thoughts, her love.

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Mountains rise above the four winds, touched in Rukbat's kiss whilst waterfalls tumble and fall from peaked tops, flowing into alpine forests below. « Hurry, Nalaski. Hurry! We must go! Throw the firestone in, and get up, get up! » Urgency tumbles through streams flowing over rocks and falling so, so, so, so, so far down below. She is the wind and water in her urgency, her fear.

… for you, only the imagination limits what she can do …

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Life: Coming of Age


Prymith lives in a world of creation, and it's a world she must explore. Her lens is you and through you is how she shapes the bones of her understanding. As bright and playful as a baby kitten, she bounds through life, stretching as tall as the trees will allow. Yet, she's not afraid to push you to expand your collective knowledge.
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« Why are trees green? »
"I don't know…"
Pause. « Well? »
"Uh… well what?"
« Go find out, silly! I'll be right here, waiting. »

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Be ready, Nalaski, for once she's set free from weyrlinghood, from babyhood, she will be voracious in her hunger for knowledge. For more than mere food, and the sustenance of life. She will thirst to explore the natural world. Will you want to go the distance? Will you enjoy getting dirty like your cousin?

Buckle up, buttercup, because there is no inch of Pern to which Prymith will forego exploring nor will she save you from having to find out what it is, whatever that it may be.

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Each day for Prymith will be a dawning of a new day — and this is where you may grow frustrated with her. She can be… well.. Like each dawn must come a sunset, but with each day, very little of the first remains. You'll find yourself with a little green who's imagination is AWE INSPIRINGLY massive, yeeeeeeeeeeet. One caveat.

« Today we fly, right? »
"No, Prymith. You're injured, remember?"
« I am injured! … uhhhhh, how? Was it in that REALLY BIG WATER FALL?! »
"…."
« No, seriously, it was when we barrel rolled and our wingleader about had a heart attack, right?! »
"…"
« How did I get injured, Nalalalala?! »
"It was Thread, Prymith. Don't… you… remember?"

See, in weyrlinghood, every day is largely the same. So these little… peccadilloes did not really come out so much, but your Prymith. I'm so sorry (kind of, but not) to say that she has the memory of a flea. She bounces from one beautiful idea to another, but as much as nature continually surges forward in time, so does your green.

So… you know. Awkward.

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What is a thing of beauty if it has no flaws? Prymith is full of depth and character, shadows and light, sunrises and sunsets. In truth, she is a green of contradictions, which will lead to some very interesting trails through life, but Prymith is sure that you can handle it.

After all… she chose you from the sea of white, to the very heart which beat akin to her soul.

You wanted freedom, so did she. You wanted a life full of stories, well she's got the stories and the life in spades. You wanted, desired, something more.

Prymith will gift to you everything she has to offer… which mean lead into some issues, but, love will never be a question.

… from life to death, birth to salvation …

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Death: Thread


Prymith soars like the moon at every chance she gets, reaching for the stars whether she means to flame Thread or traverse the skies for a flight. To her, they are one and the same, see. One is fighting for life, and one is fighting to stay alive, but both are precious for what they are. In her times of flight — she will shift hues internally. Gone is the glory of the sunset! O, rise, fair maiden. O rise, Belior! O rise, Timor! Shine yon treasured light upon all of Pern.
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She gives her all, so much so Nalaski, that you must hold her back. If you don't, you both will perish, burning out like a shooting star.

« One more clump… »
"No! We must fall back! It's too dangerous!"
« One.. more… I… »
"Prymith! Stop!"
One more is too much, to the ground you fall, spiralling in freefall.

If you do not keep a tight rein on her — which you must learn to do, that terrible first Threadfall notwithstanding, she will push and push and push and push until her body gives out. Until she has nothing left, for she does this for you. To keep you safe, to give you life and love and wonder and magic.

But you must be the steward of such undying love, for if you are not?

You both will fail…

But if you keep her in check, be the barrier and guide she needs?

You'll rise to the heavens, Nalaski, and experience a world so rich in wonder and might your heart will break ten times over in pure joyous adulation.

The choice, my dear, has always been yours to make.

The End: Into the Wilds

I hope you've enjoyed what little bit I have created for you, my dearest friend. Every picture, except the first, is one I created and wanted to use for you. Prymith is a love-letter for you, but no part of this must be used if it doesn't resonate within. Prymith is a beautiful green and you play her wonderfully so well that my hope is I have somehow enriched her for you.

From your home, I give you the longest and most rewarding journey: the one in which you enjoy walking.

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~ all my love,
B.



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Clutchmates

Harper's Tale's 92nd PC Clutch
Hatched 13th July 2022