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Colour: iridescent purple
Breed: Ryslen (Flurrier) Mutt
Size: About Old-World Blue-sized.
Dam: iridescent green Saktishanatath (Ryslen Flurry 01)
Sire: light brown Khalbalahath (Ryslen #2)
Clutch: Starburst #4
Abilities: standard telepathy, teleportation, fire breath (assisted w/
Description: Shirith is an excitable dragon who
loves all things girly: flowers, baby animals and all colours of the
rainbow. Never say that she is "just" purple. She is so much
more than that. She is a warm swirly mix of Lavender, Violet and Rose and
just as fragrant!
had spent his time at Lantessama isle growing up. With his personality he
managed to stay out of trouble - at least that the Laedrysses knew about.
He'd taken up a living space at the Northern side of the island,
overlooking the ocean and free from anything that might hinder him
entering or leaving his chamber. It could get a bit chilly in winter but
with his feathers and fur he honestly didn't mind a bit of cold.
Right below him though, was the house of a small purple dragoness. Shirith
she was called and she smelled of spring and flowers. Suffice to say that
she did get cold in the heart of winter. Sadra often heard her shivering
at night and he wondered why she didn't use her magic to keep warm. But
apparently after hearing around, Sadra managed to find out that she didn't
So one night he climbed down in his human form and decided to strike up a
conversation. Going as a human meant he wouldn't be as imposing. She might
turn him away but Sadra felt like that wouldn't be true to her character.
Everyone he asked told him that she was friendly and innocent.
Sadra cleared his throat and called: "Hello, Shirith?"
A wave of rose and lavender assaulted his sensitive nose. Shirith's purple
head appeared around the bend and she curiously approached.
"Hello, I'm Sadra, I live in the unit
above." he told her.
"Nice to meet you. How can I help you?"
"I was wondering if I could help you. You seem
rather cold at night."
"Have I been keeping you up?" Shirith
asked horrified, wondering if maybe her teeth had been chattering. Also,
wasn't the one above her that silver feathered dragon with the nice
sparkling blue gem on his forehead?
"Yes, that would be my other form."
Sadra told her, "I thought I'd fit in here
better like this."
"True, it's a small space but I live
alone." Shirith answered.
"Is that why you don't move?" Sadra
"I was told the southern-facing rooms are
larger and reserved for pairs or large dragons. So I don't really have an
"That sounds discriminating." Sadra
said, genuinely worried about the dainty purple dragoness.
"I don't know..." she
started to downplay the issue.
"No that won't do. Let me escort you to a place
where you can bond." Sadra said, "I
have heard some of the dragons talk about a place called Ryslen. There is
supposed to be a large clutch there and several of the native people are
there already to bond. It wouldn't hurt for us to go there too."
Shirith grew silent and thought about things. She hadn't really intended
to bond quite yet but Sadra was like her night in shining armor. He was
offering to escort her and to keep her safe while she waited. Could she
really turn him down? The more she thought about it, she felt like this
might be her destiny. Girly dreams of love and fated encounters filled her
mind until she could only say one thing:
"Yes, I'd love to go."
And so it wasn't long after that conversation that Shirith found herself
waiting for her silver knight who'd transformed back into his dazzling
draconic form. Together they took flight and shared the mental image that
would take them to the peculiar cauldron that housed Ryslen.
They were greeted with a magical white-edged world. Snow was everywhere
and Shirith found herself shivering. A sudden wave of heat warmed her from
her core and when she looked up, she saw Sadra's gem sparkle.
He smiled reassuringly at her and together they spiralled down, landing
and announcing their purpose for visiting. Shirith felt all the more
certan that she would enjoy her time here.
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Shirith is a candidate at the Ryslen Flurry