Kumiko's Spicy Ginger Brown Zenzorath
Hatched at High Reaches Weyr, May 1998
Harper's Tale's 18th PC Clutch
High Reaches Weyr's 1st PC Clutch
Nuff's gold Tiareth and Jh'ral's bronze Rennth
May 10, 1998

Clutchmates: Lani and gold Rhyath, T'vim and bronze Eldiath, K'len and brown Keshalth, L'shil and brown Piccath, S'phen and brown Trebinth, E'ren and green Xeth, Kay and green Verth, H'ot and brown Tamaleth (NPC), F'ral and blue Bellanth (NPC) and Sushi and green Sashimith.


If possible, try to find a way to come downstairs that doesn't involve going bump, bump, bump, on the back of your head.

— Winnie the Nuff.

Kumiko! :D Something's been cooking the day you got here — and I mean back, way back, back when everyone was something other than they are now and no one was anything. But you were you, and you were missed, and now you're here. It's like finding a snug somewhere that you'd forgotten someone had ever left it for you — happygushymushywarm feeling that's almost like porridge, only less lumpy.


Cryogenic Canine Nose Egg
Shivery swirls of glacial blue glitter in frozen eddies across the hoary expanse of this egg's shell, each frosty spiral curling and coursing in ever-tightening curls. Bulky and markedly obtuse, it squats in icy, crystalline splendor, as shockingly frigid as the touch of a puppy's nose in the darkest depths of the night.

Hatching Message:
Cryogenic Canine Nose Egg nuzzles its neighbors, causing them to shiver in response to its very, very chill. Warmed by the heat of the dragonet within, those frozen eddies thaw and hairline cracks appear. Ice fractures quickly follow, violently sparking and aiming ice fragments on a trajectory towards the galleries. With a final shudder the shell disintegrates into a scattered heap of rubble and a quite bemused %n is left on the sands.

Spicy Ginger Brown Dragonet
Ginger spikes the thick, dark ochre that bakes this young dragonet's body in subtle, spicy warmth. He's all awhirl, aswirl with a conflagration of burnt gold and the deeper, sharper brown that dapples heavy flanks. Painstakingly elegant, arched sails contrast the rough prickles of his spine, his jagged shoulderblades and high-crested neck-ridges tempered with tan-heath accents. Roguish and likewise, rascally, his eyes are perpetually lit with incorrigible mischief and jesting, joyous glee.

Impression Message:
Spicy Ginger Brown Dragonet gives no mercy from the victor! It's all about focus you know….this spicy brown is /not/ stopping until it gets what it wants! And so it speeds on, Kumiko in sight. There's no escape you see and….he suddenly realizes that Kumiko is close, real close. Tiny wings flare outas brown claws dig into the soft sand and the Ginger Brown screeches do a dusty stop, his tail tangling his legs as he falls forward to the sands and lifts whirling jewel-like eyes to Kumiko's. Mine, fair and square.

Personal Impression Message:
Warmth tingles at the back of your mind, prelude to the sharp, tangy sweeping as something — /he/ — combs the dark recesses belonging to you and mingles them with his own. » Zenzorath is me, « his rusty, rumbling tone naughtily giggles; perhaps it is the distinct hint of fiery self-confidence that says it better, but he is positive in his words and the flighty, impish way he nibbles on your essence.


Name Inspiration

Just about every member of the SearchCo had some input in the naming of Zenzorath whether it be suggesting one of the many names we went through or picking out the name we thought you'd enjoy most of all. We'd been clued in that you liked the letter 'z' and thought the double z's would be neat. Plus, as I like to notice, there is 'Zen' in his name. (Zen Buddhism!) The way I pronounce his name — Zen-zorath — I can even pull a 'zoro' out.
[D'renn note: and Zenzorath originally came from Zenzeroth, from the Italian word for ginger, zenzero.]

Scent

Zenzorath smells mildly of earth, of the ground and moist soil rather than plants. The scent of September belongs to him, the warmth that is cooler than summer, smelling of upturned dirt full of roots and little critters. It does not pervade the air surrounding him or cling like perfume; the aroma is faint but identifiable his, different from all others.

Mindvoice

His voice is dominated by gingery brown, although the muted colors of autumn leaves gently rustle about in there. Zenzorath has a low, deep tenor that crackles and crunches — he blows whirl-wind style through your mind, very flighty and light. There's nothing heavy about his warm, earthy touch except the way he will linger and even then it is not unpleasant. In the early hours of the morning when he awakens Zenzorath will hover like a cool fog, not crisp but something easy to wake up too: slightly damp but warm, a morning starting in the fifties while the day promises to rise much higher. No matter what, though, he'll always be enjoyable, flavored with the perfect amount of spice and harvest so that he never overpowers you.

Physicality

There's no avoiding it, Zenzorath is /big/ and not necessarily in length — this boy has meat on his bones! His bones are heavy, his limbs thick and stout; but, for all this, he isn't ugly or what you might call fat. Pudgy suits him better, both in connotation and overall fit. His figure is rounded, smoothed over with the exception of his shoulders and wings: they jut at odd angles, are thin and very light-weight. In reality they aren't made for him, all willowy and pretty, but Zenzorath likes they very much. He tends to be vain about his sophisticatedly crafted sails while he could care less about the rest of how he looks .. or how /anyone/ looks, you included.
His ridges jumble across the high crest of his neck, wide and slightly misshapen. Perhaps because of their haphazard arrangement they tend to itch more or possibly it's their squared (as opposed to triangular) shape. Zenzorath will be hard to fit and you'll likely spend more time on straps than any of the other weyrlings - not because of your talent but due to /him/. Incidentally, he may be a very comfortable ride, a perfect fit for almost any person — except that Zenzorath has two ways of moving: smoothly or jumbly and he only reaches a happy medium when he puts in the effort.

Brown variegates his awkwardly constructed frame. Starting at the rear, his tail has a ruddy-brown of embers that sharpens at his fleshy haunches. The arch of his spine is lighter, the burnt gold of grain pouring over his ribs and trailing to his rattling wingspars. Russet underscores the corrugation of his belly, the hollow of his neck and just beneath his jaw. For all the patch-work of his hide Zenzorath /is/ pleasant to look at. The hues blend and harmonize melting into one another instead of jolting, dark then light then medium, fiery and burnt and— well, simply put his color scheme is exotic and interesting.

[—-Saoirse wanted a description of Zenzorath included that we thought you could incorporate into him, if you liked, or use to go by as he matures. Please do as you like with it. :}
Spiky neckridges spear the drizzling of syrup that slides down to coat the ginger-flecked shoulders of this pudgy dragonet; a rich maple shade that trickles down to pool in the hollows of flanks and shoulders before glazing a trail along the length of his craggy tail. Sharper russet hues mingle there, flickering in ruddy highlights that peep along coiled haunches, then burrow down 'neath his broad belly like banked embers. Ginger's hot ochre sifts, too, in a layer of spice over that twitching tail, then drifts along the elegant curve of surprisingly long wing-arches, before dappling hindquarters with its exotic snap. His sweeping sails are vanilla-laced mocha; a dark foil for those paler spars. A roguish rascal, for all his extra bulk, his eyes are ever awhirl with incorrigible mischief.]

Zenzorath has a 'pretty' head, a long and slender muzzle sneaking up on his broad forehead. Twinned, antennae-thin headknobs branch at skewed angles, colored the same golden-brown as his eyeridges and the rim of his wide, flared nostrils. The blades of his shoulders are, too, the same color and the first of his neckridges. Right there, where the baked brown burns his hide will his most intense itches occur. He'll enjoy hard, vigorous scratches but even more, Zenzorath will enjoy the feel of your fingers. He'll always be fond of your touch on his neck when you ride, or a butterfly flutter at his eyes.

Personality

Zenzorath — a naughty mixture of five year-old and thirteen year-old. He knows it all, has /experienced/ it all, according to him; think of the girl eating potato-chips in Matilda. » I chewed the star off Nuff's hat, but you wouldn't know about /that/. You're too young — you /couldn't/. « He'll enjoy proper oooh'ing and aaaah'ing over his deeds, some of which may be daring but others can just be pathetic; yet Zenzorath will expect the same treatment no matter what. He loves being adored and likewise, he adores you and wants the same for both of you.
While he may not have unadulterated innocence, Zenzorath does have the curiosity of a five year old in him: he wants to know but he may not always ask first. Trial and error is /his/ method for deducing what will happen when you drop eggs off ledges, or bite Rhyath's tail or perform any sort of experiment. This might be something you'll want to curb — it's near certain he'll get into your personal belongings not once or twice, but many times. Still, it is cute and when he looks up at you with mud-pie filling all around his jaws he's just so adorable and forgiveness is in line.

Zenzorath is quite sociable, somewhat noisy and he always loves a party, at any time of day. He'll be inclined to pester you until he gets his way but frequently whatever he wanted he'll forget — within minutes of asking — and so he'll quite his sulking within minutes of starting. His moods /will/ jump from one extreme to the next, even more-so during in the first turn of weyrlinghood then as he matures. His favorite things to do will switch daily: today he likes sun-bathing and sleeping, tomorrow he relishes slaughtering wherries and adorning your weyr with their bones. There is no intent to annoy you, Zenzorath merely forgets to consider some of your needs.

Still, when you are in need of a friend to pour your heart out to, he'll be there. The warmth of his mind will wrap yours in a hazy fog and he won't leave you alone until you are both satisfied and happy. Late at night, especially after long days, Zenzorath will enjoy philosophical conversations - with you, if you'll stay awake, or with the rest of the weyr. » Why does the sun set? —I flew into the sun once, I was burnt afterwards. « His low tenor will /always/ carry some self-assured arrogance, but it doesn't truly characterize him: he is adoring, puppy-dog loyal and always forgetful.

When Verth - or any green - goes proddy he will acknowledge the fact and store it away in his mind, fascinated for the moment but it doesn't preoccupy him. Flights never will and consequently he'll forget that Verth is proddy and Zenzorath will want to /explore/, to wander the abandoned beaches of Ista or do whatever it is he likes. When greens or golds do finally fly he will chase them but his goal will be to reach new heights; the racing ichor invigorates him, not the female leading the chase and while he wants to win he knows he can do whatever he likes and won't feel disappointed after a loss. » I wanted to scrape the side of the spires, that's why I fell! « He can admit no fault within himself or within you — you and him are one and the same, what goes for him passes for himself and likewise.


Credits

Egg: Cryogenic Canine Egg
Egg Desc: Tarmel
Dragonet: Spicy Ginger Brown Dragonet
Name: SearchCo
Description: O'feri
Inspiration: O'feri
Puppetteer: S'fyre