L’denn's Pele’s Favoured Ka Le’ale’a Wai Blue Vindryth

Welcome to Southern Weyr, L’denn! Though he comes from a long time ago, in a land far, far, away, he’s here and he’s now, and he’s tied to Vindryth so we can keeps him/you forever! We hope you have as much fun with your playful waterbaby dragon as we had describing him!

In the beginning, there is playfulness…

Clutching Pose

See Khalyssrielth ignore Bailey. IGNORE. Then it's time for the next batch, and Khalyssrielth's tiny body curls over the trough she's created, halting for a single long moment as a huff that sounds curiously close to a whine of pain emits from partially open maw. Shuddering, something unfreezes as eggs come spilling into the ditch she's dug, rolling like marbles against each other (gently, of course). Hints of electric-charged yellow, vanilla-chocolate indulgence, and a tongue-melting color of dark amber. Sand is kicked over and this ditch is abandoned for another. Chaotic as she may have seemed, a pattern is beginning to slowly emerge, but what is it?

Tire d’Érable Egg

Over a background of driven-snow purest white, dark amber melts haphazardly in wide, pulling swaths of slow-moving viscosity over the shell of this small egg. The darker drizzle maintains a mouthwatering visual texture, the colour glistening throughout a spectrum of burnt-oak whiskey, rippled golden and crimson in turn: truly eye-candy coloured. The color sinks against the white, the edges crackling and staining, as if sweet syrup sinking into snow.

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Hatching Message

Tire d’Érable Egg is a soft shiver of susurration, fissures forming in the purity of snow-white perfection, the dark drizzle of honey'd maple seeming to melt in upon itself as a thousand tiny cracks are formed. From destruction comes creation: the brittle egg shells fall a million pieces surrounding the birth of twilight's dusk. Inescapably cute, the round face and even rounder haunches of a hue of blue so deep, so perfect that to touch it would break the heart. With a lash of fat little tail, twilight embodied waddles forth, breathed to life by the fires of creation.

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Pele’s Favoured Ka Le’ale’a Wai Blue Dragonet

Small and spindly, this dragon weaves himself in twilight, the furry velvet of dusk inking over his minute minutiae. A delicate, narrow head of dark sapphire is crested by nose and eyeridges lit silvery blue in moonlight that streaks up over gates of long headknobs and on to a short, slender neck that is blanketed by dark sky and trimmed by a waning moon. Over his back, stars dot and wink from each ridge of of his neck, skimming over wing spars that deepen into midnight’s inky quiet and to a short tail spackled with stars to the split. Claws are tipped in the gold-and-violet farewell of a clear day, rays of light fading up his slender limbs, while wisps of horsetail clouds brush under overlarge wings. Over his narrow chest is the brilliant red and purple of day’s end, a final star-burst that fades into a gentian blue of encroaching night. (Dragon template from here. Coloring by L'denn-player)

Public Impression Pose

Pele's Favoured Ka Le'ale'a Wai Blue Dragonet rears back on his hind legs, wings beating as if to clap them together excitedly. So exciting, he starts to move again, looking, sniffing, searching through the Candidates. Oooh, what's this? Whassat? Soooo neat, but not quite what he's looking for. Hmm. And then, the scent is caught and it smells of home. Pele's Favoured Ka Le'ale'a Wai Blue dragon starts to bound and pounce along, knocking at least one incautious Candidate aside, to blunder to the feet of just the right, long-limbed candidate, a tumble of limbs and wings and tail and things, yet not toucing any other candidate. Tadah! It ends with a boy and his dragon, the latter looking up from the former's feet. O hai?

Private Impression Message

All the colors of the sands melt away, pushed aside by the sweltering press of humid heat. A forest primordial fills your vision, subtly luminescent as each fern and vine unfold in brilliant colors you have never seen. Blues, purples, greens, browns; they all have a subtle glow as if lit from within. The pulse-beat of life hums beneath the forest's floor, strewn with detritus such as leaves, branches, crumbled rock and pebbles. « L'denn. » Your name is the rush of water, burbling over the rocks of a secret river, splish-splaying with the diamond spray of playfulness. « That is who you are now, formerly-Linden. » A shift, so subtle as you are drawn from the jungles where the heart-throb of the fires of creation pull at your very blood as the bond is formed. Standing in a vast plain where red dirt is strewn as far as the eye can see, you feel the presence tugging your attention down to the single blade of grass that stands in vibrant starkness against the orange-red dirt. « Vindryth. » His name. Your name. High above, the azure skies glow; a richness of color to bring tears to your eye. « We. » Formed and melded, you are now one with a creature beholden to the powers of creation and yet, suddenly you are filled with the impossible desire to caper across the sands in pure, utter playfulness. And so now? « Why now, L'denn, we eat! Of course! »

Inspirations

It is in the moment of creation that life begins, forged in the fires of human passion…

Egg Inspiration

In Quebec, a grand winter-time tradition is the tire d'erable, where heated maple syrup is poured over snow to chill, and then sticks are dipped and twirled into it to make a cold maple lollypop. And after a long day of trudging around in the woods on snow-shoes, you're looking forward to a sweet treat! - Yules

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Theme Inspiration

Linden! Wait. L’denn! Yes, you! Are you paying attention? You better be! The theme for these dragonets this time around is all things hot. It goes well against our Cold theme for the eggs. Now, Hannah on vacation in Hawai’i as she was, threw out the idea Pacific Ring of Fire as a possible theme options since the natural phenomenon does more than just create islands, it changes such indelible things as the ocean, as the surface of our planet.

We wanted a theme that could encompass our need for hot as well as one that could provide elements of all the things we were looking to build for your Vindryth. Fire, playfulness, deeper meanings of life, as well as the expansiveness of creating islands.

In this way, we all converged together to bring you the fiery blend of life and death to meld two ideas together: the pacific ring of fire and the birth of the Hawaiian islands. Imagine our surprise when we discovered that Hawai’i actually has otters! So, of course, we had to have a fire breathing otter to serve as the theme mascot.

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“I’m cute! Rawr!”


Here you have it, L’denn! Pele’s favoured playful water blue Vindryth. He is more than just the spirit Otter woven through the tale of L’denn’s life, more than friend, more than brother, more than soul mate: He is yours.

Description Inspiration

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Oh, L’denn, your description was a joy to put together. Who doesn’t like to go out and watch the sky at the end of the day, to see the light of the red sun fall burning beneath the Earth’s rim?

We decided to keep the Otter more firmly affixed in his personality because blue otters are kind of hard to explain beyond ‘he’s blue, and he’s furry’. In fact, there’s only one reference to the more tactile side of your Vindryth in his description!

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Instead, we looked to the sun dying at the end of the day, the first stars twinkling out as the sky darkens, even as a waning moon lights certain features over his head and neckridges. Vindryth is the early night sky, from the horizon up - the faint wisps of day’s end clouds brushing under his wings, the way the sun rays embrace his legs, and stars sprinkling him from overtop.

With such incredible visuals, he was a joy to describe.

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Name Inspiration

Oh, little Vindryth. Oh how we racked our brains. It seemed so easy, but we tossed about the Czech word for Otter, Vydry that became Vidryth and yet we STILL weren’t satisfied. So we let the name sit and settle like sand in water and then we realized: an otter is spiritual as well as playful - joyous as well as perceptive. And what more joyous a way to celebrate the combining of two minds and spirits but to take on some of your name? So Vindryth ‘borrowed’ the ‘in’ of Linden and tucked it into his own name, snug as you please - you weren’t using it anymore, right? Oh but this isn’t a one-sided affair - to you, Vindryth gives an ‘n’ to share, to be his L’denn.

From the beginning, life spirals into the unknown, taking you to emotional heights you've never felt before…

Mindvoice

From the moment that Vindryth shelled and stumbled, playfully, across the sands, L'denn, you knew that life was never going to be the same. That your life, notably, was never going to be the same, but how little did you really understand that truth to be. For while you might be drawn to the playful aspects of the blue, deeper meaning is held within, in arrest, until you are old enough to understand. To handle the concepts that only a mature heart can find.

That moment of impression, that moment where your world shattered as a new one was created, was done in fire and ash. The tectonic shift was almost a click pop! in your head as the bond was settled, the connection made. Into darkness, you were held until the world that is Vindryth slowly comes to view.

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Oh, L'denn! What a wonderful, magnificent world of colors it is! As if you can feel the earth move beneath a vast and endless sea, settling upon the creation of what is yours and his. Powerful, moving, and complete with the spewing of lava to cool into a chain of islands that, are worlds unto themselves. Familiar with Aikuonath's beaches, this is wholly and completely different. Snowy scapes, jungles, beaches, plains; everything is encapsulated in this first — only — top-down view you will ever get of your lifemate's internal workings.

This singular moment, held at the apex of Impression, will give you the only view of everything — and of just how vast and intricate the creation of life is. You'll feel the first unfurling of a fern leaf as the jungles build themselves.

« L'denn » Tenor, light. Vibrating with potential.



Your name, always sung with love, is a caress to the soul. Easing the hurts of jumping forward and springing into a new life where matters of parental divide are an issue no more.

That first call of your name and you hover no more; the bond is sealed and you crash into the light spirit of your blue. Caught just before a fatal error made, you find yourself in the first circle of Vindryth's Self: the jungle primordial.


The Forest Prime


It's nothing like the jungles of Southern or the tropics of Ista: this place is larger than life and full of rich colors that you wonder if you've ever seen them anywhere else. This green is almost electric, vibrant, giving off its own glow. The blue of the sky is a wash of inner-lit azure that stains everything in bright colors. Flowers are larger than life, more colorful than ever. Everything teems with that essence, that life force that is the engine that drives your lifemate. Here, in the Forest Prime, the skin is thinnest between you and Vindryth and you can feel the power that churns beneath everything that he is to drive everything that he will be. The blood that boils beneath is the lava driven by the primal force of continental plate shifts, and the result is this vibrant world that surrounds.

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Cut through the jungle is a ribbon of a river, wide and deep, that houses many secrets. It's where knowledge is tucked away, built into the nests of memories that should never be forgotten. This is not to say that his memory will be all that much better than any other dragon's, but that your memories are safe here. Hidden like glittery gems tucked into the debris of the river for you to retrieve later.

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Vindryth retreats here when he's at his most vulnerable, this is the sacred place where the spirit of his otter will swim and play and splash in the wide river that surpasses the whole of the jungle. But it is also where you will be most awed and most uncomfortable. For extreme emotions manifest to the bite and sting of mosquitos, the slippery feel of red mud that squishes between your feet and fingers, and the overarching canopy of larger-than life flora and fauna. Avians, insects, animals; they all live here, tools for expression.

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In the stinging reprimand of losing concentration during the control exercises, Vindryth curls within the forest primordial, towering ferns glowing with an inner-light that holds this world on the edge of glowing twilight in brilliant colors. Fire-bugs dance on the stifling night air, but mosquitos bite into the tender flesh of a mind yet still reeling from the joining. « Why must they be so … harsh about our failures? » Deeper things move within the forest; nameless, shapless fears, harnessed into the fauna of his inner-self. Despite such worries, such fear, such lack of understanding, this world of his is beautiful. He will ever find beauty in all aspects of life: good, bad, neutral, exciting, dangerous.



Little biting bugs that leave itchy spots in your thoughts are the first way in which irritation shows. It is this element that will leak into the next plane of existence, the next island forged by the ring of fire of plate tectonics of his birth. He is Fire's favored, this one.


The Sweeping Plains


The forest prime slips into the sweeping plains surrounded on one side by towering mountains and bounded by the prettiest beaches you will have ever seen in your life. Even here, that inner-lit glow suffuses everything, which only adds a beautifying effect to the way in which everything is situated. The red dirt is an electric red-orange that's stark against the brilliance of the leaf green that colors the scrub grass that stretches for as far as the eye can see. Ocean glimmers in the distance, but while you might be able to see such beaches, you will never be able to get to them. In as far as Vindryth is a dragon born of the fires of volcanoes, he is not a beach dragon. He is not an ocean dragon. He is a river dragon; that winding ribbon of moss-green waterway spills from the forest prime in the greatest waterfall you'll ever see in your life.

Nothing compares, ever. It glows with that subtle luminescence; dimmer here than in the forest prime, but living within nonetheless. The fires of the churning beast within are also more distant here. Here is where the playful elements of life take place. Here is where he draws his clutchmates too, to play and frolic. Unlike most dragons, he will seek to draw his clutchmates minds into his, because he has so much space! It's available for play!

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Mental games are fun, for Vindryth. Not only do they serve the purpose of strengthening his purpose, they serve to paint a world that's surrounds the complicated with pure, sweet fun.

« Come, come! Let us practice the mental exercises! » Tlazotezath's will be the first to be drawn into his mental scape — or tried to, anyway. Far and away, flat plains sweep hither and yon, brilliant against the azure-lit sky that glows with subtle luminescence. Red-dirt is striking against the endless waving grasses that move with each breath of Vindryth's excitement. He will ever be the gregarious friend seeking friendships and connections.



Each blade of grass has meaning to Vindryth, even if he may not yet remember why, you will. Woven within the unfurl of leaf-green blades of grass, will be the relationships formed. Wherein the forest prime, he hoards the memories of your life together, here he hoards the connections made to dragons and people alike; both of your connections.

So when he's a baby, this plains will mostly consist of that luminescent red-orange dirt — dirt you'll see no where on Pern for it is unique to him. Not even Red Sands holds this hue; that is darker, more of a truer red than this is.

Breezes will catch you here, battling back the heat of the forest prime and bringing the cool hint of salt on the air, as the sea is not so far away: a glittering jewel of promise.

« The sea? The sea is where we'll go when it's time to go into ::between:: »



Bestowed upon you at some point in your life, L'denn, you'll know that the sea will represent the end of your life. The ribbon of river will be the vehicle to transport you there, and it is then - at the end of your life - that you will look back and realize that Vindryth's essence is built of the cutest elements, touched in brown and slick with thick fur that tolerates the water well. This spirit of the otter will be the balm to any fear of submerging into the depths of that ocean.

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For, what is fear when your greatest realization is that your dragon is made for the water? You and he, together forever.

However, you are at the beginning of your life, L'denn. So the ocean is far, far away. Nothing more than the glitz and glitter of sapphire blue.

But the mountains? The mountains tower above you, forming grand canyons and snowy peaks. This, then, is the last and final essence of his mindscape.


The Snowy Peaks


Here is the final focal point for Vindryth's mindvoice. It is here that the highest peaks pierce the inner-lit glow of azure that makes up the blue of the skies painted with a heavy hand across the broad sweep of existance held overhead. At the highest point, the fire lit within is at its furthest point and thus the natural luminescence is subdued here. The brilliance of color is lacking here; only mundane tones color the ice caps, the dirt-brown of craggy rocks and the faded green of forested jungle that reaches to the peaks.

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It is the wettest place in this world, constantly surrounded by a fog of mist that dapples the skin in droplets of precious water. Snow encroaches from higher above should you ever climb that high. This place is reserved for the contemplation of the future. Whether he's discussing with his companions or with you, or even just taking a moment for himself, this is go-to place when he needs the solitude of thought.

It is easy to see that this ice is a gift from Khalyssrielth, the dam's influence touched the tips of the highest of peaks, for the essence of crystallized water has the maternal love woven through it. She, herself, is not maternal so it is a gift treasured and subtle.

Sliding from the ice-encased peaks, into the mists of the enshrouded summit, each droplet gathered on your skin, why these too, hold meaning. They are the captured dreams of your potential. Want to be a Wingleader someday? Want to find a weyrmate someday? Want to see your father held in arms of love? They are glistening spheres of promise that dance and lay upon your skin so that when you traverse this place, you can capture your dreams.

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Do you ever have to wake up?

For, L'denn, in the quietest of moments, when the playfulness ebbs and the fire of the soul has been banked, your Vindryth is a dreamer. He's the spirit of your life, he's the mate of your soul, and your dreams and his are indelibly woven together.

Deep enough to dream in brilliant

Colors I have never seen

Deep enough to reach out and touch

The face of the one who made me

Oh, the love I feel, and oh the peace

Do I ever have to wake up

In the stillness of night, where dew begins to brew upon the air rife with water, condensation forms upon the spongey surface of your skin as Vindryth contemplates what it means to potentially be a wingleader. The promise of such a life is held within a single drop, adhered to the tip of your finger. You could touch it but your heart would break for the love and life held within. « I think we could be well. »

"I feel so clumsy, so foolish." Perhaps is something you might feel.

The dewpoint of promise is suffused with saffron glow, the specular refractions showcasing the icy peaks of the ever-high peaks where long-term dreams lie frozen until their potential is released into the mists of the summit. « Never. It is promise, my brother. »


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It is then that you realize, as you move through life with your blue, that the ice-touched peaks, a gift from Khalyssrielth, holds the promise of tomorrow. Of the future. Of dreams you're not yet ready for but are still held in trust for you. They fall into the mists when it is time, when the dreams are ready.

Do you really have to wake up?

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You will dream together. You will live together. In the quietest of places, at the lulls in your life, you will sit together and be dusted with the dew of life's promise, fed by the fires of passion and cradled by the vast plains of friendships that will provide the comfort of life's problems. Your lifemate's mindscape is as vast as you desire, and it will be up to you discover the nooks and crannies, for there are mysteries still to be discovered. As your life's story is written upon the brilliance of azure skies, so, too, will the changes be wrought into the mindscape of your little blue.

Love, L'denn, and be loved in return.

Physicalities

Welcome, L’denn, to your tiny blue! Not quite a firelizard on stilts, but some might wonder if he’s a miscoloured green, especially when standing next to his brother, the much more serious Nivanth or green sister Issaeryth. His size will not be a concern for him, though - he’s just as he was meant to be, and he is happy with it.

He is small, as you requested, and though ‘compact’ would be a liar’s description, he is at least as muscled as any dragon must be for the hard demands of flying against Thread. His wings will always be a little too sized for his body but he will use them to great benefit, in either the Fight itself, when flying for sheer amusement, or swimming, and to lend some asymmetry, his tail is a little too long for him. He is adorably rounded in the haunches that narrow forward to his slender chest - when he walks, it will be a waddle that sends his tail swinging into mischief. Be ready to pick up after him, or have some quick apologies at hand

Oh, in youth, he will be a bit more proportionate, apart from his over-sized wings that he will be constantly flipping and resettling onto his back. His hindquarters will look in scale but right around when exercises for flying start, you’ll notice that end of him getting more rounded. More muscled. More muscled. Vindryth is again a-okay with this: it means he’ll be able to spring that much higher into the sky. Doubtless, Khalyssrielth will blame this on Desmeth’s genes.

Because he is so much smaller, Vindryth will have less stamina, and those wings, while they give him lift, will also lend some drag. You’d think one as small as Vindryth would have no trouble darting in and out, but he will have trouble with those tight corners that greens can manage because of how his wings stretch. He’ll always have to be a little more mindful of them spread out in a Threadfall and have a worry about their being nicked should anyone swerve too close to avoid his or her own Thread patch.

And his skin - as before, he adheres to a strict cleaning regimen, and always interested in new ways of getting clean:

//« Did you hear what Osweith said? That seaweed and sand baths are SO much better than soapsand and scrubbing, but the Weyrleaders don’t want us to know… I doubt the latter, but the first is interesting, right? »



Perhaps you’ll set some new trends in dragon cosmetics. And you’ll need to be vigilant about his skin - even if he doesn’t remind you right away. During Vindryth’s growing phase, his skin will be vulnerable to flaking where it stretches over joints, and it will spread quickly if not cared for immediately. Even the Weyrlingmasters may be stunned by how frequently Vindryth needs a fresh pot of oil - especially if it smells the slightest bit off (and on that point, he’s not taking ‘no’ for an answer - he knows what he needs). Fortunately, like watching the fading of teenage years, once Vindryth is fully grown, this need will fade to merely frequent oilings - still more frequently than his siblings, but a breather at least!

Personality

There’s no easy way to put this, L’denn. Your Vindryth is a pretty cheeky blue. He’s full of the playful joie de vivre with which sea otters splash about each day, enjoys the daily gossip column with his wingmates, likes to tell jokes and be the life of the party. He may be a thorn in the side of more serious-minded dragons like his brother Nivanth, trying to remind him of the cute, fun side of life. He does like to do that, you know - bring light and humour into a conversation, and almost no situation is too serious for a well-timed upbeat commentary.

Of course, all this cute is easier for a dragonet to get away with - the adorable tongue hanging out the side of his mouth when he’s two months old will look strange when he’s older, so why do canines get away with it? Rolling onto his back on the beach for a tummy rub is wonderful when he’s below shoulder height, but once he’s over your head, it won’t work so well. These questions will confound him as he grows and matures - part of him will try to stay the young, innocent pup, even as he knows that he must grow and adapt with the changing circumstances of the world around him.

That said, he is always serious about one thing: cleanliness. He is faaaastidious about being clean, and about clean things on him. You’ll go through a lot of rags to keep this little guy happy, and if the oil smells even a touch rancid, he’ll ask for another bucket. And bathing. Vindryth loves water. He will splish and splash for hours on end, and yes, you will end up spending a lot of time in their with him.

With this insistence on cleanliness, you’d imagine that Vindryth is a tidy eater. It makes sense, right? Not to Vindryth. As playful and fun as he is, Vindryth loves to tear into his meal, nibbling, chomping and chewing his delight at the tastiness of each meal. And speaking of his meals, Vindryth doesn’t mind herdbeast and wherry, but what he really craves and adores is fish. Packtail slides, redfin wobbles, and spiderclaws tickle - he likes them best of all. It’s hard to get enough fish to make up a good meal for a growing dragon, so Vindryth reluctantly concedes it’s a treat, but you may frequently find him begging cutely near the kitchens for just one more fish - and once he can fish for himself? Well, it’s the best of both worlds.

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Sometimes, however well the day went, Vindryth just wants to sit with you and watch the stars go by. It’s in these solitudes that you see the quiet, thoughtful side of this blue - he is considering, thinking of how drills went earlier, or how the wing morale is doing, and whether that pretty green was flicking her tail for him, or for everyone. He would like to puzzle out with you just why he can’t break through the serious facade of a fellow dragon, like why Dhioth refuses to laugh when he splashes at the larger bronze. Good luck convincing Vindryth that Dhioth just doesn’t think the same way.

Vindryth is interested in anyone and everything, at least to get the measure of them. Well, everything except for their names. While Vindryth is interested in humans and dragons alike, he only really pays attention to draconic names - anyone else will receive a specially-created, personlized-for-you nickname. And while that sounds silly and fun, it’s no laughing matter. Whether it be The One Who Brings Klah Everywhere or The Pretty One Who Smells of Fish, names are a serious consideration.

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It’s then, of course, when he will want to talk with you about your day, and Vindryth will be happy to give you his opinion or perspective, even if you haven’t asked for it. That’s what besties are for, after all. In that advice, he’ll offer solutions to problems you didn’t think you had, encourage you to grow in new ways. Maybe he’ll encourage you to take up a hobby like writing poetry. The next day, he’ll tell you to try your hand at painting or jewelry-making. Oh yes, definitely the shiny things. He certainly likes those, and no matter how terrible you think you are at them, Vindryth will love them all. As long as you’re trying, right?

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Speaking of trying. Your Vindryth is a trier. A trier of new experiences, of finding new horizons, exploring new things, and sometimes patience. He is eager to try new things, sometimes even before you’ve even thought they’re a possibility you want to say ‘no’ to. Oh, and those ‘noes’ will have to be quite resounding, backed by logic, a flow-chart, and maybe celebrity testimonials.

« I just don’t understand why Dhiammarath won’t let me look at her eggs on the Sands. I mean, they’re not close to hatching, right? »

« I’m small! I’m tiny! Why can’t I come into the Living Caverns? I hear they have FISH! »

Vindryth wants to TRY this or that and he is full of ways to get around anything other than a flat, straight, absolute ‘no’, and it will be with some quiet grumblings that he acquiesces to that request. Not passive aggressive grumblings, but he just can’t see why anyone would deny him!



Unfortunately, the flip side of the Otter medicine card is that, without some guidance and restraint, Vindryth will get a little over-exuberant and spread-out, until he’s no longer able to continue - his internal reserves do get tapped and he begins to get lethargic - you must be on guard to make sure he gets his sleep and isn’t up all night, gossiping with the other dragons. He is, after all, an extrovert and while he is energized by chatter and people, the time flies, he taxes his energy, and forgets that there’s drills, and sweeps, and cleaning to do the morrow.

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“But I am le tired…”


When he does get over-drawn, Vindryth will try even harder to prove he is the Same Ol’ Funloving Vindryth. The way you will notice that he needs rest is his jokes will be more forced, he isn’t quite as finicky about personal hygiene, and the gossip he shares with you turns a shade less positive. And of course he won’t notice this himself. You, his beloved rider, will have to tell him to take this time for himself. Drag him out for a night under the stars, go fishing with him, take him away so you can focus on each other and re-affirm your priorities to each other. He’s so busy trying to bring happiness to everyone that he has to remember to be happy himself.

With that being said…

… Vindryth is a dragon of many complexities, birthed from the fires of creation to carry many facets within. When he's at his sweetest, you will know that he swims in the waters of love and comfort and caring. But this does not mean that Vindryth is incapable of the ambitions that come naturally further along in life. Nor does it mean that Vindryth is incapable of coming to a complete standstill to deal with some problem that's important to you. He is playful yes, and he is sweet, but there's a power to him that quakes beneath the bones of all that cuteness. Sometimes, something can be so cute it hurts. He is your dreams made flesh, and as such, he is your perfect foil acting in all ways for the love of you.

This glimpse of deeper meaning is only caught at certain times: at the deepest and troubling times of your life. Happiness is easy, he would say. Sadness is hard. This is because to tumble into the depths of those emotions, he will find that he needs to face the tectonic depth of emotions that simmer beneath the emotion. Great sadness, great joy; he is a being of emotion. It is just that generally, he rides the waves of sweetness and light, but he's capable of being more, doing more.

All of the darker emotions, such as Anger, Rage, Wrath, Vengeance exists within the breast of your blue, but you'll find that it will take a lot for him to fall to those levels. There's a cushion of all that sweetness, light, and joy to go through before the fires of creation begin to churn. But when they do, you'd better expect him to hold onto, compress it, and ignore it until it's just ready to burst. When he loses control on all that heat, and energy, he will burn the world around proverbially. Not so much in cruelty, but in a heat of the fit of passion that will scorch your mind and remind that for all the pudgy, cute, adorable, fun-loving package, that Vindryth is still a blue dragon of Pern. The perfection of a fighting machine writ into the form of a dragon engineered from firelizards an aeon ago.

At the core of all of this passion is love. For what emotion is hotter than love? Hate is a cold emotion and not one that Vindryth will ascribe to, so it is love that drives. Love for you, love for Pern, love for the weyr, love for every living creature around you. It is the threat of such loves that will aspire to bring forth these heated emotions from him. The glimpses of power unrealized.

See, L'denn, how far he progresses into the stages of his life will always depend on you. He is perfectly happy to have no rank, to have rank, to fight in the wings, to rise to power or not. Perfectly content to hold himself with the happy bubble of floating in a land of happy… unless you will it differently. If you need to be more, to be serious, to begin to wear the habit of command as you aspire to wingleader, then he will easily shift into that. His internal fires are driven to please you and to create life and joy for you. He is yours as you are his and together you will save the fragility of life from the silvery threads that fall and threaten.

Whichever way you go, you will have many, many, many turns peeling back his layers, discovering the depths of the dragon you Impressed. For the little bit of words that we have created in this moment, they are but a pale shadow of who he is and what he can be and what your potential will ever be. So welcome to your playful happy water baby dragon with the fires of creation held within his heart, L’denn. We hope he brings as much delight to you as writing him has to us!

Thread

“Nothing is so strong as gentleness, nothing so gentle as real strength.”

-Saint Francis de Sales


A gentle heart is not a soft heart, L’denn.

Vindryth is a fierce enemy of Thread. He is alive with the molten blood of the earth, the soupy mud of his forest prime, thrumming with the spirit of the green and growing vibrance of his forests and plains.

And Thread… Thread is the enemy of life. It is unnatural. It must not be.

Flying Thread, he does not fear injury. He does not even fear death. The earth itself, born in fire, yields life out of destruction. Life itself arising from change, transition, many deaths. But Thread is not part of this natural order… it has intruded. It will end the cycle of life, death and rebirth. And so Vindryth battles with a terrible purity of purpose, a thundrous wrath that unsettles even fierce warriors like Bryntaeroth and Tlazotezath.

Vindryth’s raw elemental fury is as effortless as it is complete. It comes upon him as soon as the Wingleaders assemble their flights. Flying Thread, he is almost a different creature. Almost. If his fury was born out of anything but his deep love of life, of creation -of you, L’denn- he would be lost to bloodlust and the pursuit of glory like his bronzen clutchmates. But he is not lost. He is whole.

You will experience this wrath as a river in flood. Water is and enemy of Thread, and your playful waterbaby’s mind will burst with the river’s power as you fight:

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Silver strands twist towards the ground air sizzling with their passage. Below, swollen, the placid flow is churning, white-capped, at the height of elemental fury surging to meet them, drown them, rend them against the rocks in powerful currents. « You will not touch us. »


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Couldn’t resist.


So. Do not fear for your gentle lifemate, L’denn, he has heart enough for you both and then some. And if you find yourself frightened, those raging waters will bear you up safely until it passes.

Flights

In the beginning, he is playful.

There’s so much excitement around a flight, he wants to be part of the hullabaloo. Blooding? Right! Chasing! Right! It’s like a scavenger hunt! Catching? It doesn’t really enter into his motivations. Now, tag… a big game of tag? THAT’S right up his alley and he’ll chase and nip at the heels of the males in pursuit and may even simply and literally tag the female he was chasing before swerving away, heart full of joy, as another catches and takes the female off to pleasures of little interest to him.

Losing flights will not be stressful, particularly, unless the other dragons get violent. In fact, it’s very likely that Vindryth will excuse himself from a flight if the participants are shedding blood. He has a warm and gentle heart and will be sad to see others hurt in what he sees as a celebration of life.

The glory of flight without the danger of Thread? What could be better?

As he matures, and you do, there will be greens that catch his fancy. But his affection won’t be limited to when their hides are glowing. If he likes a female, he’ll bring her gifts or leave surprises on her ledge (usually fish -his favorite treat), or invite her play chase or swim or go for a flight, or to simply join him watching the night skies. Your sweet, gentle blue will not see any reason to limit expressing his affections to the ruckus of a flight.

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Females that he catches will be special to him forever, and he may even give them pet names, namer that he is.

And even though their names will be writ in his heart, he’s not one to linger, lazing in the afterglow. The river flows ever onward. There are things to do and see and explore and… AND… a lifemate to get back to. He wants to regale you, L’denn, with all the twists and turns of the flight. While you give him a bath. Flights will always trip his desire for cleanliness. A quick sluice, nothing more. Or, maybe it’s just an excuse to reconvene with you, the heart of his heart.

Regardless of if he wins or loses, he’ll want to be with you afterwards. This may be handy, if he’s caught someone that you’re not terribly fond of - an automatic out. “Oh, you know, I’d love to stay, but… you know Vindryth,” tapping wrist, “Gotta have that bath.” If you’re inclined to linger, he may leave you to it, but he might very well insist that you wrap your post-coital cuddlings up so that you can get to washing.

Close to your heart, L’denn, he won’t chase until you’re ready and even then, catching isn’t the point.

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Connectedness, sharing the thrill of flight with his brothers and sister, celebrating their lives together, the ichor singing in their veins in the face of all that threatens… That. THAT is the point, L’denn.

In the end, isn’t that the point to everything?

Temper: Icy Hot

Your Vindryth is such a sweet, soft soul that it’s hard to imagine he might have a temper. But a temper he does have… it will take him a while to get to that point of breaking, of course, and he’ll never be proud of himself after.

Deep under that cheerful, energetic demeanor, Vindryth compresses the torrent of anger, hurt, frustration - the kindling that piles up to set it forth helps to contain its pressure until one tinder, one final, outrageous spark will forth the terrible slow, inevitable roiling anger, and whoever set it off will flee or be consumed. And ultimately, as above, the final spark is usually some outrage to you.

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And try as he might, little things do bug Vindryth. He tries to cover it with his usual cheerful veneer, but sometimes little things do bug Vindryth - Bryntaeroth’s insistence on brea… bending the rules, or what he perceives as Tlazotezath’s pomposity. He’ll cover this as best he can, though, veiling his annoyance behind a wall of ice, the chill of knowing his annoyance will not change their behaviors.

At this point, Vindryth will make his escape, back to the highest, snowcapped mountains of his mind, where he will watch from afar, apart from those fiery outrages that he tries to quell in the chilly atmosphere.

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Into the long days of your life, you'll find Vindryth a playful bundle of joy through which a richer vein of depth runs through… He will follow you all the days of your life, never to be separated.

And of course, as much fun as we had creating Vindryth, he is yours. We hope you find him to be the perfect cheerful, encouraging lifemate for L’denn; and as always, we encourage you to play and develop him as you wish to, and most of all, have fun! — Yules, Hannah, and T’ral

Credits

Name: T’ral, Yules
Egg Desc: Yules
Dragonet Desc: Yules, Hannah
Messages: Hannah
Puppeteer: Yules
Inspiration: Hannah, Yules, T’ral

Clutchmates:
K'lir's bronze Bryntaeroth
N'vik's blue Nivanth
N'tael's bronze Tlazotezath
Niyati's green Kaiyth
Prymelia's green Issaeryth
Qu'inn's brown Khozyvraith

Harper's Tale's 68th PC Clutch
Southern Weyr's 2nd PC Clutch
Bailey's gold Khalyssrielth and Yules's brown Desmeth
June 28th, 2014