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Colour: iridescent purple
Breed: Ryslen (Flurrier) Mutt
Size: About Old-World Blue-sized (6-8 feet).
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!
Sakishanatath was, though happy about having children of her own for a
second time, not one to be kept waiting. So when she finally felt her
nice-sized clutch of seven eggs begin to radiate movement from under her
wings, she was relieved and called for Khalbalahath to summon all the
Sakishanatath purred and Khalbalahath beamed as their firstborn broke
shell. The hatchling was a rich iridescent green, her hide shimmering with
all the colours of the spectrum under the dominant green colour. She shook
herself off, and pranced to the candidates.
Two more dragonets rocked themselves into the world - when their eggs
broke, they got up and started off towards the candidates. These two were
an iridescent blue of a sky-like colour, and the second a brown who was
also iridescent, like earth that held many shimmering jewels.
The brown made his choice first, and while the blue trotted off to the
nearest food source, another iridescent green hatched, this one paler than
A short pause made a couple of pessimists in the crowd think that hatching
had come to a close, but they were proven wrong when an iridescent blue
came free of his shell and made his bond immediately.
The next egg to hatch began to crack slowly, and the first limb that
emerged was something different to the Old Worlders that resided at
Starburst (most of them, in fact). A purple forepaw chipped away at the
shell, and the crowd seemed very happy. A rare, hatched on the sands! When
the hatchling came free, the searchrider Silvri - who was just passing by
at the time - nodded. Purple was a common Ryslenese colour, her own dragon
was of a violet hue. As she continued on her way, the purple directed her
mindvoice to Emynth, the Weyrwoman's dragoness.
"Would you mind if I stayed here? I would
like to spend time alone. I think it would be good for my creative mind."
Upon the dragon's approval, the purple smiled.
"My name's Shirith!" She
sang, in the most beautiful of voices.
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.
came the telepathic call to any who would hear it.
Candidates, spectators and officials all hurried to the designated place
in the Drift. The drak mothers still had their wings screening their eggs
from view, and dozens of the hundred or more visible eggs were rocking
where they sat, the little dragons within working on the double to out and
find their One. Though not all of these would need to bond to survive.
Eggs hatched one after the other, the resulting hatchlings showcasing a
myriad of features, colours and patterns, though with the expected white
and snowflakes being the most abundant. Trying to follow the hatchlings
soon became impossible as they mixed with the novos.
The whiter of the two prism children of Winter and Elizabeth was
quicker to find her bond, hurrying right up to iridescent purple Shirith.
‘Hello, hello, hello.’ The hatchling
babbled to the adult dragon. ‘I’m Gwyneth! I love
White Wild Prism
Old World Mutt
8 feet at
* Telepathic Speech
* Teleportation (self)
* Assisted Fire Breath
Sadra walked to the edge of his lair and shifted into his
draconic form. He now shared his home with Namaskar. Shirith had vacated
the cave below and had moved with Gwyneth to one of the larger
southern-facing lairs. He'd helped the two of them pick and believed they
had found a great place with a natural wind break. The two girls got along
great and were training for some sort of future event involving aerial
"You do realise they're up to something?" Namaskar asked.
"Why do you think that?"
"We would have heard about any upcoming aerial event."
Sadra shrugged. Whatever it may be, they would find out sooner rather than
later. It's not like Shirith or Gwyneth could keep a secret.
Meanwhile, in the girls' home,
Shirith and Gwyneth were plotting plans.
"I understand why you call him a knight." Gwyneth said, "But I don't feel
that he fancies you."
"He took care of me. That must mean something."
"And what about Namaskar?" Gwyneth asked, "He's pretty too."
"Handsome, men are called handsome." Shirith said, "And you have a point.
he's pink and fluffy."
"Sadra is silver and fluffy though. Fluffiness won't tip the scale either
"Choosing is hard." Shirith sighed.
"So why choose?"
Shirith sat up, "Why indeed?"
Shirith and Gwyneth made
certain Sadra and Namaskar were in view. Shirith made certain the wind
carried her scent to them and Gwyneth called out for good measure. Next
thing the boys knew, they had been challenged to a flight. Dragons around
them knew better than to join the flight as the girls had sent a very
clear 'stay-away-if-you-know-what's-good-for-you'-signal and so the sky
was theirs alone. Sadra soon realised why the girls had been practicing
aerial dancing. They did look radiant while they swerved, ducked and raced
through the clouds. But neither he nor Namaskar would back down from the
The boys chased, swapped and tagged each other. Never losing sight of the
girls but not being clear as to who they were chasing. At the isle, no-one
had a clue of what was happening. But with a closed flight, a clutch was
sure to happen so no-one really minded who flew who. The resulting
offspring would clear up that mystery...
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Shirith is a candidate at the Ryslen Flurry