K'bai's Sun 'n Sangria Brown Seishuth
Wine Bibber
Robert Service
I would rather drink than eat,
And though I superbly sup,
Food, I feel, can never beat
Delectation of the cup.
Wine it is that crowns the feast;
Fish and fowl and fancy meat
Are of my delight the least:
I would rather drink than eat.
Though no Puritan I be,
And have doubts of Kingdom Come,
With those fellows I agree
Who deplore the Demon Rum.
Gin and brandy I decline,
And I shy at whisky neat;
But give me rare vintage wine,—
Gad! I'd rather drink than eat.
Food surfeit is of the beast;
Wine is from the gods a gift.
All from prostitute to priest
Can attest to its uplift.
Green and garnet glows the vine;
Grapes grow plump in happy heat;
Gold and ruby winks the wine …
Come! Let's rather drink than eat.
KibiKibiKibi! Ha! You're stuck with us now, boy-o! KiberK'bai, we sincerely wanted to give you what you wanted, so we tried our hardest to give you that. You wanted brown, you got brown. You wanted relaxed, you got relaxed… maybe on a bit of overload, actually. Here's your very own laid-back, casually cool Seishuth!
Once upon a time, in a weyr not very far away, there was a pudgy gold…
As unexpectedly as ever, the Reign of Fire Egg falls, as gently as possible, into a groove in the sands. The sizzling flame that is Nissionath has began yet again, still not ready to smother the flames just as of yet. Her latest egg is, however, is sheltered with sand, perhaps the gold trying to ebb of some of the heat that seems to radiate from it. Oddly enough, as the grains are shoveled away, another hole comes into view and with that, comes another egg. Glowing Embers Egg has appeared, proving that not even a raging fire lasts forever and sooner or later must be smoldered. Even with the flames seeming to be dying off, Nissionath still is not quite happy with the two eggs. Something is missing, and that last link comes not a moment to soon, the Out of the Ashes egg plopping onto the sands. Now, the sparks are completely gone, leaving only the powdery remains. But from the dark ashes, a small light can be seen, showing that the fire can be rekindled and start ablaze once more.
… who clutched a fiery egg …
Out of the Ashes Egg
A panoply of color rises from the ashen bottom of this small egg like a phoenix; scarlet and saffron edge every dusky hue as the feathered tones ripple and swerve from the darkish base to the flame-seared upper reaches. Gold and green, magic's blue, wand's brown, copper's bronze: all the colors of Dragon are here in a phlogiston of brilliant tones and spirited spirals.
Out of the Ashes Egg comes to the conclusion that it cannot stand it any longer. A pity, it had such a good life as an egg… but as it's philosophy goes, what is will die, and be born again. Yeah, that sounds pretty good. So, without further ado, it crumples downwards in a sudden shower of multicolored egg-shrapnel and goo, revealing the idyllic life which it has decided to go with: Sunsets and Sangria Summer Brown Dragonet.
… which hatched a magnificent hatchling …
Sun and Sangria Summer Brown Dragonet
Sunkissed glimmers of tropic's twilight set amber and peach against the brown horizons of this middling dragon and dusky purples compliment the lazy alcoholic swirls of sangria and merlot that trickle down his high-arched neck. Indeed, the afterglow of sweet red wine flavors the curves of his neckridges to the their edges, where citrus bites in sharper yellow and salt's clear crystal. Rolling up his compact shoulders to soak the sand-dry expanse of wingsails and spars, the indolent hues of summer burn towards autumn's harvest gold and green mixed to sparkle with the easy fizz of soda and a slice of zesty lime. A drizzling of brandywine spills across the ripe mango-orange of his paws and blends up the wine-sotted sweep of stocky legs and sides. The same warmly brown hues intoxicate his 'knobs and head, trickle down his easygoing visage, and disappear beneath the juice of pineapple, orange, and too-sweet pear that mellow his languid muzzle.
… who had to pick /someone/ to Impress …
Sun 'n Sangria Summer Brown Dragonet finally thinks that he's got a good grip on what he wants. He wants— tall. He wants— dark. He wants— blue eyes. C'mon, it's not too much to ask! He heads down the line of candidates, lazily looking over each. Hey. Wait. You there. You'll do. Stumbling to a most improper halt, he stares up, awed, at Kibai. You.
… so he Impressed to Kibai-K'bai- to become Seishuth …
The rather abrupt heat of the Sands is shattered in a heartbeat. A heartbeat, one breath, a lifetime's pause.. and then, all that there is to rest and relaxation resides at the foot of your mind: the simple warmth of sun-heated rock, mild and lazy; a bubbling of cool water, perfectly serene… and then, with a sudden whoosh of a settled presence, it is Not As It Has Been. « Kib.. kiba.. » Drawling words stumble over so simple a word- so it fixes things. « K'bai! » The relief in middle-toned tenor is tangible, along with the joy. « We will do great things, you and I. » The idle drawl crispens, then, focusing in with unusually intensity: « You and I. K'bai and Seishuth. Forever. »
… to become who he is.
So, here he is.
Theme Inspiration:
Seishuth is a combination of many elements. He's Shigure, he's Harper— Faranth help us all, he's Yohji. Fruits Basket, Andromeda, Weiss Kreuz: he's a combination of, uh, perhaps a bit unusual characters, but that makes him Who He Is.
Fruits Basket. You know what it is. The show with the Zodiac, with the people who turn into animals as soon as a member of the opposite gender hugs them? Yeah. That show. You know Shigure. Yeah, the journalist, y'know, who is kinda perverted, laughs too much and generally causes mischief wherever he goes? <http://www.fruits-basket.com/> — and <http://www.fruits-basket.com/chars.cfm?character=shigure> — are good links.
Andromeda. People haven't heard of this one that much; it's got a cool plotline- but it really is a character show. And, perhaps the most beloved of all characters - besides Tyr, the resident heartthrob - is Harper, the goofy surfer-dude mechanic of the Andromeda Ascendant, who happens to be infatuated with the ship's AI. Oh, did we mention he's a genius? < resource for Andromeda info: <http://www.scifiminds.net/cat.php?cid=1> >
Weiss Kreuz. It's mediocre in some aspects, but the fandom's worth it! … Yes, the fandom's worth it, if only for Yohji, the blonde playboy of the four assassins that make up the show's core group. He's lazy, he's gorgeous, and he chain smokes. On the up side, he can kill a man with his ubernifty strangling wire faster than you can look at your watch. A good, quick sum-up of the series is <http://starry-vortex.net/>
Name Inspiration:
You wanted Japanese. You tossed out ideas. You thought they were cool— and so did we! Eventually, Ike wandered down to his friendly JEDI translator and started idly musing over things. At that point, we hadn't done -anything- on him, yet— but we knew we wanted a name that was pretty, relaxed, and not-too-long, and that the dragon was going to be Sun and Sangria based. So… Ike pulled up 'konseishu', which literally means sangria: sweet spiced wine with fruit. A few musings, and Seishuth was born.
Desc Inspiration:
Sangría
The sharp knife slices the skin of the ruby red apple
the tangy orangethe succulent peach
Mellifluous blood of fruit flowing onto the wooden board
Sticky juice and memories clinging to her fingers with each cut of steel
Salúd por eso
She wipes the dust from the dark green bottle
a Spanish Rioja— vino tinto
Full with the flavors of mediterranean sun and the soils of the Valle del Ebro
She peels back the foil,
pierces the cork, and opens the wine
Salúd por eso
Her hands grasp the blue and white earthenware jug, Spanish Talavera
the sweat of 15th century artisans held deep in the clay
She gently pours the wineadds the chunks of apple, orange and peach
and a touch of honey
stirring the mixture of sweet fruit and musty wine
Salúd por eso
The rich red rioja absorbs the blood of the fruit
like she, so many years ago, absorbed the blood of Spain
absorbed with each step on old cobblestone streets
with each afternoon in the Plaza del Sol
with each kiss from Raul
Salúd por eso
She closes her eyes
her head swaying to the rhythms of memories
memories of dancing memories of dining en la plaza
the scents of olive oil and garlic carried by the summer breeze
memories of sun on her face
and memories of sangría
Raul's lips kissing the fruit juice from her fingertips
Salúd por eso
Jenni Simpson
Dude. Why did I build Seishuth like I did? It's.. a good question. ;P The original idea was to take all those harvest-colors and manifest them in a more tropical way: eventually, the concept of Sun 'n Sangria was born. Well, Nuff was jumping up yelling 'Sun and Sangria! Sun and Sangria! I want a wine-sotted sun dragonet!' for days. Eventually it sunk in. So why sunshine and Sangria? What did that remind me of? Well, it reminded me of sittin' out on the back deck in a lounge, sipping cool sangria and soaking up the last rays of a summer's setting sun: so that's what he is! He's the cool liquor of the fruity, spicy sweetwine and the warmth of the day's dying sun. Sorta the essence of elaxation, incarnated.. /That's/ why I built Seishuth like I did. ~~ Sii'kyn
Egg Inspiration:
Well, the egg is pretty obviously a Harry Potter inspired bit of fantasy. The Order of the Phoenix was just coming out, you see, and I've always liked Fawkes. So there it was. Its fire-related. Its all about birth and death and renewal. Its pretty, without bring too cheesy. /And/ I get to feed the Hogwarts mania. What more do you need? ~~ Nuffs.
Dragonsong:
Dude, it was hard to pick just one. "A Great Day To Be Alive" and "It's Five 'Clock Somewhere" were also considered, but in the end, this is simply the best song to sum up Seishuth: No Shoes, No Shirt, No Problems, by Kenny Chesney.
I've been up to my neck
Workin' 6 days a week,
Wearin' holes in the soles
Of the shoes on my feet.
Been dreamin' of gettin' away
Since I don't know.
Ain't no better time than now for Mexico…
No shoes, no shirt, no problems
Blues, what blues?
Hey I forgot 'em.
The sun and the sand,
And a drink in my hand with no bottom,
No shoes, no shirt, no problems,
No problems.
Want a towel on a chair
In the sand by the sea,
Want to look through my shades,
And see you there with me.
Want to soak up life for a while,
In laid back mode.
No boss, no clock, no stress, no dress code…
No shoes, no shirt, no problems
Blues, what blues?
Hey I forgot 'em.
The sun and the sand,
And a drink in my hand with no bottom,
No shoes, no shirt, no problems,
No problems.
Babe, lets get packed…
Tank tops and flip flops,
If you got 'em.
But..
No shoes, no shirt, no problems,
No problems.
Physicality:
Small. Compact. Itchy. Yes, that would be Seishuth in a nutshell. He's small— a good size smaller than his brown compatriots, though he's not so ubertiny to intermix among the blues. No, he's simply /compact/, fitted together with such perfection that there is simply no more room for excess. There's bones, there's muscle, there's hide. What more could he be? Well, he could be sangria. Or a sunset. Or a summer's day. Or all of the above! He's unbelievably colored- a sight to see, just /looking/ at him coaxes feelings of relaxation. He has those shiny liquor-lacquer glints to his hide, and citrus highlights to a backdrop of fine brandy. Okay, make that citrus megalights— it's as if someone 'plated' a jar with thinthinthin, nearly translucent slices of lemon and lime and then poured in brandy. Or, in this case, sangria.
He's one handsome brute- one could even say that he's the most attractive fellow out of the entire clutch. Sure, he doesn't have that sexy sway that Taiith has, or the dark brooding rogue handsomeness of Kzavketh, but his simple, fluid lines and chiseled frame makes him far more easy on the eyes. In some aspects, he's like the handsome older brother of your best friend: mellowyellow, with that hearty laid-back appearance and sort of Californian 'hey, dude' attitude— someone you'd rather play tag football with than have a droolfest over. Well… um… maybe.
On the ground, his awesome conformation will allow him to adapt to a certain sort of loping hopskip- not the run of some nor the awkward trundles of others, purely 100% Seishuth. That loping skip of a gait allows him to cover ground at a surprising rate— not to say that he'll be able to run faster han he can fly, but he could easily match a runner's canter.
And in the air? Oh, in the air, in the air… Your Seishuth was built for the air, and he knows it. Because of his small, muscled, put-together-like-a-master's-puzzle frame, agility will come easily, and gogogo is his natural speed. Sure, he's laid back on the /ground/… But those wings, that mind, and his physical talents will make him a natural for winning green flights. Gold flights might tend to try his endurance: he simply wasn't built for his extreme bursts of speed to be held over a long period of time. However, if he can rock into a cruising speed… everyone, watch out!
And, as for the almost-forgotten itchy part of the Equation That Is Seishuth, well… he is. An itchy little fellow, the crystalline-color that stretches from underneath his jaw all the way down to mid-chest will be the 't zone' for him, so to speak: it will itch itch itch, and during weyrlinghood it'll be hellish to put up with him, if only because he won't /say/ anything about it.
« No, I'm not itchy! What would ever give you that ide… ohgoodmommathatfeelssogood, » will his argument deteriorate at the first rub of knuckles against that particularly itchy area. See, he doesn't want to trouble anyone, but he'll simply need more bathings and oilings than one would think. It could be a problem, atleast while growing: numbweed-tinted oil might be needed by the end of the day, if only to give him relief from the constant needed-to-be-scratched areas. Luckily, other than the broad strip of light on the underneath of his neck, he'll be a fairly common fellow, in terms of growing up and itchiness: sure, the occasional itch as he grows faster than his hide can keep up, but nothing severe.
The only problems he'll have is that itch— and the hide around his talons and wingspars. For whatever reason, these areas will be extremely sensitive while he grows: until he starts flying and hunting for his own, the hide will be tender and prone to easy lacerations. However, as soon as he gets to the air, the hide will firm up and become as tough as it needs to be to urvive the harsh reality of ::between::.
Speaking of growing… he'll grow evenly, in sections. Day fourteen he'll be bigger in the rears, hindquarters and back paws seemingly enormous against the not-yet-growth-spurt-ing shoulders and neck. Day twenty one it'll seem that his front finally caught up with his back- but exasperatingly enough, his wings decided to shoot off towards Belior in a mad quest for being the biggest.
At first, these 'sections' will grow one at a time— but as he gets older, they'll slowly fall into rhythm and grow (somewhat) together, ending in that compact, well-put-together brown that he is.
Mindvoice:
Seishuth is basically the epitome of relaxation. So, his mindscent suits him well: all rolling summer heat waves and faint pricklings of french vanilla and light pear, he's got that faint spice of clove and nutmeg, the bite of lemon and lime, a tingle of saltiness and the taste of summer wine and margaritas. Okay, more than 'a' taste— his voice absolutely drips with alcohol, intoxicating; it leaves one feeling gloriously lightheaded afterwards, from the rum undercurrents and the ever-prominent spiced wine which guzzles throughout his mindscape.
He likes the feel of sunwarmed pebbles so much that he often incorporates it within his mental 'presence': sunwarmed pebbles balanced with cool lakewater. From the very beginning, it was that way- and he'll continue to use that sort of mindscape, along with his 'accents'. Anything not hot, but pleasantly warm will slowly get incorporated, as his memory comes and goes: spicy hints of klah, one day, and sunwarmed oil the next; cool things will take time to dig into his mindvoice, as the majority of his 'balanced' mindprescence is alcoholic beverages. Oh, did we mention? He loves being balanced. Balancedbalancedbalanced. If something's off on one side, he'll ave to remove it from the other: he's dark and lightness, alcohol and klah, heat and cold.
Voice-wise, he's the sort to drawl- with a robust baritone to easily allow him to drawl, he does so. His voice isn't the most notable of the clutch; Jydhaeth's more soothing, rolling voice and Kzavketh's black, bleak growl often are more captivating— but in the end, his voice won't put a person to sleep or make them want to run away screaming. It fits him: not growling, not twangy, but with the hint of a drawl that will make him stumble over his own name occasionally.
Personality:
Seishuth. He's so very simple and yet so very complex; on one hand, you have the basically very happy-go-lucky, charismatic, relaxed, laid-back Seishuth who likes to sun himself for candlemarks on end, flirt with greens far more than he should, and terrorize the herdbeast herd just for fun. On the other hand, you have the very sensitive Seishuth who is, all at once, a warrior-poet who will spend hours upon hours practicing keeping his physique up, who has a hatred of Thread deeper than your average dragon, and who very much loves learning about new 'technology'.
See, Seishuth isn't a dragon with lots of facades. That's just not his thing. Instead, he's himself. He's got those layers- like an onion, you can only see that outer, flaky layer, and not the layers inside which hold so much juicy stuff that it'd make you cry. Er. Something like that, anyhow.
Indeed, when someone looks at Seishuth, at first glance, he seems to be pretty care free. He's got that Yohji/Shigure thing going on- a basic foundation of key elements which anyone who only gives him a passing glance can see. He's not lazy by nature, but it would be easy to think that, from the way he lounges around, not really taking anything seriously; he doesn't let things affect him, doesn't let things wind him up tight like some of his clutchmates. If he gets insulted, he won't get full of ire unless it's a truly malicious statement— he'll simply say something or another, joke it off, and tease the dragon who insulted him endlessly.
And if someone goes as far as to insult him, he'll be quick with a smartalek remark that will irrevocably gain him brownie points with the fun-loving dragons about, but.. probably won't win him any friends with the dragon that t's aimed for.
"We're just witnessed a classic example of what I like to call "misdirected rage". I believe the technical term is 'being an ass'?"
- Shigure
Another part of that solid foundation of his, is his instinctive love of all things female. Well, in the draconic sense, that is— he's purely masculine.. well, with a little bit of pretty boy thrown in, just because. He loves greens. He loves golds. He ain't picky. He'll flirt, flirt, and flirt up a storm; just because he's relaxed doesn't mean he won't spend a whole lot of effort trying to get the opposite sex to notice him. It's not an /obsession/, per se— but he will attempt to look good, and he'll try to make /you/ look good, too- well, better than you already do.
« Bai. That simply won't work. Try the leather pants. »
The brown ones? «
« No, no, no. The black ones. With the silvery edges. »
He's got fashion sense, surprisingly enough: his mental 'eye' has a good knack for both color and fit, and he'll instinctively know how to provoke any sort of look to a person. Sure, it might not cross -your- mind to wear /that/ shirt with /that/ pair of trous to get that one greenrider to take a closer look, but it sure crossed Seishuth's mind.
For -his- part, Sei will not be a sluggard. He'll never let himself get pudgy or overweight, and he'll try to keep himself as fit as possible: every now and again, he'll surprise you by simply wanting to go somewhere in a straight flight, or simply fly somewhere, no destination noted. He'll never /say/ that he's exercising, but that's what it'll be: a few candlemarks a sevenday, above and beyond the call of drills and sweeps, for him to keep that hard, compact frame looking completely and utterly desirable.
Speaking of desire.. It can be expected that when you get a crush, or an infatuation, or even just a craving for a certain person, that Sei'll work his hardest to see that their will be a relationship; he'll work and work and work, and pull all the stops to get you what you want, to get that one person to notice you. Faranth forbid you become infatuated with someone who's weyrmated— the consequences of Seishuth's well-meant meddling could be disastrous.
See, while Jydhaeth has that sort of noble charisma, and Taiith has a crazy sort of charm about him, Seishuth has them all beat. He's a smooth-talking sweet-walkin' honky tonk baby, to steal a line from a Travis Tritt song: he's a ladykiller, and knows it. Now, in this aspect of him, let's turn 'off' the Harper side of him and turn 'on' the Yohji side— because that's what he is, a playboy.
He'll 'wine and dine' his favorites to give him an advantage in flights, for instance: nothing that would make him actually do something that would require a lot of work, but a few carefully picked flowers(he'll get you to do that one) might show up with a note(again, he'll wheedle you into doing that) on the green's ledge(but he'll be the one to put it there!)— or he might simply drag off a particularly plump carcass to share with a 'prospective', a weyrling who's just learning to hunt.
Speaking of which, he has a very particular hunting style. Not as particularly odd as Jydhaeth's swooping heron-dive, but just something which is one hundred and ten percent /him/. He'll sort of drift along overhead, haze the herd a few times(gotta have fun, of course), and then simply drop out of the sky. No, he won't dive. It's just sort of a sitting backwing, where those wings will snap open and some poor herdbeast will tumble underneath his clutches; unfortunately, because of this hunting style, he'll have to get used to having some of his meat, er, pulverized.
languidly bragging
tiredly, brown eats keenly
clear luminescent
- from the Random Haiku Generator
A hobby of his will forever be terrorizing the poor doomed herdbeasties, even if he's not hungry. A swooping dive or two will send them charging away, scattering like bugs. You'd better get ready to apologize to the stablemaster and the WeyrHerder- perhaps a prepared speech would do, since there's always the possibility of Seishuth inciting them to riot on over in a stampede, breaking out of their pen and causing all shell to break loose.
« That was fun. »
Seishuth. You just caused the weyrsecond to get run over by an errant herdbeast. «
« Oh. We should pick him some flowers. »
When in doubt, flowers will always be his Answer. "Seishuth, should I wear—" « The flower print! » Yes. The flower print. Oh, his one weakness in his fashion sense will be a general love for flowery shirts. Y'know, Hawaiian style; the gaudier the better, and he'll wheedle away for you to buy more. « But.. but.. K'bai, that big yellow flower with the orange background… »
In order to get him to /stop/ pestering, you'll either have to submit to his will in all things concerning flowers, or tell him firmly that you will stop buying special flower-scent oil for him. /That/, of course, is probably the highest threat one could make to the brown: because he was so itchy in weyrlinghood, he needed oil, and the scent of just plain ol' oil twenty four seven simply sucks. A few drops of a concentrated flowery perfume will have him in hog heaven.
Back to his love life. He won't flirt with anything before they're graduated— unless /he's/ not graduated, of course— and he'll /always/ prefer older womenerdragons. They simply hold a particular section of his heart, and maybe his libido; he'll always be actively playing the field, even if it's just one specific green or gold which catches his attention. His flirting will never be the intense sessions that some of the other dragons in the weyr have a tendency for- no, his will be more of a mild teasing, an 'Oh you look so /good/' or a 'most beautiful green in the weyr' sort of thing.
See, he doesn't understand females at all. Well, he does, but he doesn't— he can figure out what they are, and he understands their physicality very well, and he'll be able to charm the pants off of them simply because he's good at flattery, but does he -really- know what they are, how their mental cogs work? Of course not. He's a guy. However, that's not to say he won't tell everyone /else/ that he's the love god.
"Moreover, I understand even more than females do." < pause > "You know, you're supposed to say "Shi-chan, you pervert!" at a time like this."
- Shigure
He's not one to become obsessed with one dragon or another. It's simply not his way. He likes to play the field- likes to have dozens of admiring fan-er-females. He admires them, they admire him, it's all a good cycle. However, that's not to say that he's incapable of becoming infatuated. It might happen, every now and then, when he finds a green or gold who's completely and utterly his match made in heaven. Or… even not.
Sometimes, his infatuations will be to the entirely wrong dragon. Like, erm, lets say— Zuleikath! Yes. Totally wrong. Clutchmate -and- based off of a preying mantis. I mean, really, getting eaten after a flight just isn't good, but it's entirely plausible that Seishuth could fall head over tail in lust with her, deciding to send her extra flowers and write her excessively flowery poetry and doing things he just simply wouldn't do if he wasn't obsessed.
And around his friends, when he gets like that— well, he'll be insufferable. Not /everything/ he says will be geared towards the object of his affections, but when he gets onto his topic, onto that subject, it will hard to get him off of it. Oh, and he won't be all G-rated then, either. Nope, when he's obsessed, Seishuth simply isn't a G-rated dragon. However… he'll be somewhat clean. Especially around someone he's trying to impress. But with the people he's especially comfortable around?
Shigure: "Ahh! More sorrow flows in as more time passes. Everywhere in this house, I can still see some trace of Tohru-kun. Like this towel with the strawberry pattern, which Tohru-kun left in the washroom. If I put my face in it like this…Tohru-kun's scent!"
Yuki: "Stop it!"
Kyo: "You perverted old man!"
- Fruits Basket
In flights, he'll toss up poetry- did we mention he was poetic?- for a good period of time before actually settling down for the chase. And chase he will— all that laziness in everyday life simply isn't /there/ after Seishuth bloods. He's built to go, and go he will: his bursts of speed make him an aerial sprinter, and along with his great ability in the arena of agility, he'll be able to catch greens… once he hones down his technique. It'll need.. help, for his first few times up; he simply won't know how to pace himself and how to look for openings if he gets into a pack. He's not a racerunner, and he doesn't have the eye of a jockey: but he does have the potential to become very aware of movements from his competitors.
And when he /doesn't/ win, well…
I'm just gonna go home, lie down, and listen to country music. The music of pain.
- Xander
Yes. Horrible or not, that's exactly what he'll do: bribe a harper - or a musically inclined dragon, go home, curl up on a sunny section of his ledge, and listen. It doesn't matter if the music sucks, but he'll need to have it; and if no other substitutions are available, you just might be called in to sing to him. For some reason, his sense of poetry and music will be very much more than your average dragon; he has an inherent beat for music, and his ability to compose poetry- rhyming or not- will make him fast friends with Jydhaeth.
However, where his bronzen clutchmate will prefer long epics, he'll prefer a short sort of poetry that's been known to be a specialty of the Southern Harpers: haiku. Yes, haiku is his favorite; taking ordinary elements of today's world and setting them into such manner is his most beloved form of creativity, and he's surprisingly good at it.
setting sun, a
warm ledge, cozy fireplace
simply paradise
- Sii'kyn
So. You have that outer layer of laid back flirtatiousness, which is not a facade, but merely the start of his personality. You have his vague obsession with older greens and golds, his love of music and poetry, and skill at crafting haiku— and that's only scratching the surface of what he truly is. He's not a superficial dragon, by any shape, size, mean or form: he understands things, understands them well. Perhaps he doesn't have Harper's genius, but he does have a higher-than-normal intelligence; one wouldn't know it, by simple acquaintance, but it all shows in Threadfall.
The patterns of Fall will be what he Understands. If he has a terrific grasp of anything, it will be the precise flow and variation of Fall; he'll take into consideration -all- the variables, add them up and have a knowing, a precise system of where Thread -Should Be-. All dragons have this, to a certain degree, but he excels in it- the mathematical side of his brain will kick in, and he'll be quick to offer his advice to his fellow wingmates. Short, succinct, to the point— and almost entirely accurate.
« Ainth— to your left! Chrideth, dive! »
Because of this, he'll be a much better high-altitude flier than a low-altitude one; the number of shifts and variants of Threadfall are less, up there. However, in crosscurrent winds, this will leave the orderly Seishuth at a bit of a weak point: if Thread is there someplace he doesn't expect it, it might rattle him. His first few times off, he'll absolutely /hate/ it- much like Morvorth, even if for different reasons- and he'll be back to the very basics of Threadfighting, hacking away at the gruesome death-threat of writhing silver curls with jaws wide open.
He positively -detests- Thread. Moreso than your average dragon. He could sit and seethe about it for candlemarks at a turn: the normally complacent, laid-back brown simply cannot stand that much destruction. The mindless deaths- for what? For nothing! This makes his blood boil; it's one of the few things that can get under his skin, and it does. He'll keep it tightly under wraps, but after his first few Threadfalls, people had better not mention the Red Star— he'll simply get irrationally furious.
When a particularly hard 'Fall strikes, he will grieve quietly, and then forget about it as quickly as possible. He doesn't want to -dwell- on it; he'll define it in the simplest terms, and then try to get on with his life. No use in brooding your life away- he doesn't want to end up like, say, Kzavketh.
Well, we came, we saw, we got spanked.
- Harper
And for the people curious out there, yes, Seishuth believes in fate. He lives each day like there will be no tomorrow- as far as /he/ knows, tomorrow doesn't exist. He'll take what life throws him in stride, laugh it off, and quietly come to terms with the Reaper on his own accord. If someone he knew closely dies, he will remember them fondly- and he will remember them, even with his draconic memory- but he won't excessively mourn. They lived. They loved. They laughed. They're gone; nothing can be done- so why worry about something you can't change?
The thing is, as far as the universe is concerned, we're all bugs! Just hoppin along, lovin life, until one day fate decides to introduce each and every one of us to our very own, personalized windscreen.
- Harper
One of his little quirks is firestone. He tolerates the taste of it, but when the rock gets stuck in between his teeth, he'll absolutely throw a tantrum after Threadfall, if you don't figure out a way to get it out. Outoutout! He wants it out, and he wants it out -now-. It will drive him crazy, and it's rightfully understandable- hey, there are many residents of Pern who could go stark raving mad if -they- couldn't pick out the wherry bits from their teeth, so you can't blame him.
Because he has a tendency to laze around and act irresponsible, everyone thinks he'd make a horrible leader, of this that or the other— but, in reality, that's not true. Seishuth knows responsibility like he knows Thread: just because he knows it doesn't mean he has to like it. However, delegate responsibility to him and he won't delegate it further, if at all possible; and if he does, it will be a delegation to All The Right People. Give him responsibility and he'll treat it with respect; he'll do his job, his duty, non-begrudgingly and with his all, but he will always prefer his sunning.
Speaking of which- sunning. It's among his Lazy Activities He Loves To Do; there's a whole list of fun things that he wants to accomplish in life. None of them start with the word 'weyr' or 'wing' and end with 'er' — instead, he wants to visit places. He's a traveler by nature; he'll want to roam the forests of Nabol, swim the seas of the Southern Continent, scare the runners at Keroon and Ruatha(hey, getting in trouble isn't /that/ bad, right?) and surf the coasts of Istan Isle.
Oh, surfing. Mmm, mm, mm, surfing. It's his love. Well, it will be, once someone explains it to him- he'll forever be begging to go with the Mudsliders, when they go have their fun at whichever beach it is this sevenday or that month; the concept of floating along the big waves all the way to shore is just too delightful for words!
Just because he's relaxed doesn't mean he doesn't like to move, to go places, to do things— obviously. He's just not way energetic about them. He's not lethargic, he's not crazy-genki; he's himself, which means he'll offer a suggest for What To Do Today, and if you say 'no' and give a logical reason, well, that's fine with him. He won't press matters… unless it's something he really, really wants to do.
He doesn't let things affect him, as was previously noted; he laughs 'em off. In fact, he might laugh too much, simply because he /can/ find the humor in everyday life. His laugh is a pleasant one- er, his 'laughs'. He'll chuckle, chortle, howl and guffaw- each one enjoyable, but, like all things, can probably get annoying if overdone.
It's not his fault! He likes laughing. He likes feeling good. It's a big part of him, and it will forever be a big part of him- no matter what other say. Oh, and rest assured they /will/ say something, after a while; especially if it's perceived that he's laughing at someone, when in fact, he's laughing at something completely different!
Those that can, do; those that can't, laugh at those that can do.
- Xander
You laugh too much.
- Yuki to Shigure
He likes laughter. He likes humor. People can keep him occupied for hours on end, simply telling jokes, no matter how bawdy or bad punnish they may be. He'll enjoy that— enjoy that a lot, simply being around a person, having fun. It doesn't have to be just you, or just another dragon, or just a green— anyone will do.
See, Seishuth is a gregarious sort. He likes companionship; he prefers being in the company of others than being alone. Perhaps he'll end up being good friends with Minoyath, or Hiakith or some other personable clutchmate; perhaps he'll end up being good friends with all of them. With Seishuth, life is never predetermined; he likes to kick up a bit, not being overly mischievous, but just a little spice, every now and then. He understands that change is a good thing, and that life in a military-camp-like environ such as a weyr could get dreadfully stale, even though it *is* a weyr.
He offers his love freely, his companionship without cost. He might not be the most outgoing in his affections, but they'll be there, to others but most especially you. To others, he'll simply be good ol' Seishuth, good for the latest joke- since the latest one is all he can remember- and, at times, a poignant adviser with advice offered as freely as his friendship.
"Being able to get along with people is the same thing. Without making friends, being hurt and hurting others, so that you learn about other people and about yourself, you can't become a person who cares about other people."
- Shigure to Kyou
If nothing else, Seishuth understands /that/. He understands that, and, perhaps, lives that. He wants to care. He does care. He's just not all that outgoing with that care, as we've said prior. No, he'll be outgoing in his flirtatious nature, and perhaps he'll be more popular than others because of his disposition, but to the rare person who actually gets a verbal confirmation of care or affection… well, it would take a very special person indeed- like his one and only K'bai. Yes, you'll get that confirmation all the time; it's not difficult for him to say, once he gets used to it.
People don't fall in love with what's right in front of them. People want the dream.what they can't have. The more unattainable, the more attractive.
- Xander
But, see, he did fall in love with what was right in front of him. He dreamt the dream and got it; what he loves, most of all, is not unattainable: he already has it. You. Yes, you might not know it, but you're the center of his world. You're the yang to his yin, the half that matches his own. Sometimes, it can be a little bit tough, living with Seishuth, because he'll pop up out of nowhere with something odd, and rather non expected; but let it always be known that he loves you. Whoo!
What else does our rather California surf-dude dragon like? Well, this might come as a shock, but— well, okay, it might come as a shock. Technology. He craves it. He wants to know the latest developments in all fields; he wants to know how things work. The Smithcraft will be his absolute most favorite craft ever, and he'll occasionally badger to go there, so he can see all the latest inventions (even if he has to semi-sulk outside, simply seeing the objects through your eyes). Not only will he like to see them, but he'll occasionally have ideas on how to implement them in a field beyond the range of what it's supposed to do. Sometimes his 'gadget experiments' will fail completely, and sometimes he'll have wondrous successes.
Lucky for you I'm a freakin genius.
- Harper
Seishuth isn't a genius, but he is smart. Very smart. Too smart for his own britches, some times— for instance, classes. He'll get bored rather quickly if he doesn't have a lot of information coming down on him fast; he'll ask questions that will occasionally vex the weyrlingmasters, though the smarter weyrlingmasters will be more than a bit relieved at the sight of someone being actually interested in the important things that they have to teach. He'll like formations, for instance, because they can be modified and modified and modified to suit any given wing's strengths and weaknesses; he'll shine in that area. However, with every strength comes a weakness: he'll be apt to act up in classes such as learning how to properly chew firestone, simply because he doesn't like the taste and texture.
He has his quirks. Everyone does. Yet another one of Seishuth's will be alcohol— he's entranced by the idea of humans enjoying it. There'll never be enough liquor for him to get properly drunk, but that won't stop him from wheedling away at the prospect of buying cheap, apprentice-made beer for him to try. « But it's only one barrel! How much can a barrel of beer cost? It won't cost that much. I swear. »
And if that doesn't work, he'll try alternate measures.
Like poetry.
hand me a beer please
hand me anohter beer plaese
adn won moore, thnak yu
- from random haiku listings
Oh yes. Seishuth is inventive; he's a middle-ground dragon who's not a sloth but not a nervous wreck, trying to do everything he can— he's a dreamer, a fighter, a mathematician, a poet. He's not the best or the worst, not purely good or horribly evil, black or white: he's grey, in the scales of things; and grey's good! Grey's justice. Justice is something he believes in, as well as fate, and in the inherent goodness of dragon- and human-kind, alike.
Trust in the Harper, the Harper is good.
- Harper
Yes, he's 'good'- but he's good only because he's a part of a good pairing, equal on footing. K'bai and Seishuth. Forever.
And there he is! Your slightly mischievous playboy brown, watchin' the world spin by. If there's anything in there that you don't like, feel free to not use it; this insp isn't the End All, this is just the beginning! Take bits and pieces or all of it, but remember— he's yours to play, now and forever.
The Sun Underfoot Among The Sundews
Amy Clampitt
An ingenuity too astonishing
to be quite fortuitous is
this bog full of sundews, sphagnum-
lines and shaped like a teacup.
A step
down and you're into it; a
wilderness swallows you up:
ankle-, then knee-, then midriff-
to-shoulder-deep in wetfooted
understory, an overhead
spruce-tamarack horizon hinting
you'll never get out of here.
But the sun
among the sundews, down there,
is so bright, an underfoot
webwork of carnivorous rubies,
a star-swarm thick as the gnats
they're set to catch, delectable
double-faced cockleburs, each
hair-tip a sticky mirror
afire with sunlight, a million
of them and again a million,
each mirror a trap set to
unhand believing,
that either
a First Cause said once, "Let there
be sundews," and there were, or they've
made their way here unaided
other than by that backhand, round-
about refusal to assume responsibility
known as Natural Selection.
But the sun
underfoot is so dazzling
down there among the sundews,
there is so much light
in that cup that, looking,
you start to fall upward.
Credits:
Name: Sii'kyn
Egg Desc: Nuff
Dragonet Desc: Sii'kyn, Nuff tweak
Messages: Sii'kyn
Puppeteer: Sii'kyn
Inspiration Team: Sii'kyn, Nuff, Vaeli
Clutchmates:
My Little Paradise Pony Green Sundanceth and Mehgan (Amehgani)
Statue in the Deeps Green Ericath and Pycia
Ditzy Royal Blue Tang Blue Guppyth and Fl'ush (Flourish)
Mermaid of the W.Indies Blue Morvorth and Zarelyn
Shiver Me Timbers Blue Taiith and A'ran (Caeran)
Tea with Alligators Green Chrideth and Alasse
Predatory Assassin Bug Green Zuleikath and El'wyn (Llewellyn)
Dancing Hula Charm Green Hiakith and Lexi (Lexia)
Quints Curious Treefrog Green Ainth and Lauria
Lost Gem of IndianShore Brown Neshath and Kal (Kaltia)
Shipwrecked SargassoSea Brown Kzavketh and Imi (Ulimi)
Sun 'n Sangria Summer Brown Seishuth and K'bai (Kibai)
Flaming Pink Flamingo Brnze Minoyath and M'nty (Monty)
Migratory Visitor Heron Brnze Jydhaeth and L'uc (Lucan)
Harper's Tale's 36th PC Clutch
High Reaches Weyr's 10th PC Clutch
Vaeli's gold Nissionath and B'ane's bronze Aboleoth
(Pyrene's gold Cadgwith and Sii'kyn's brown Sidramuntalath}
Sunday 3rd August 2003
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