Age: 15 (16 at impression)
Family: Mother Tryl and Father Dey,
Younger sister Durya
History: Theyan is as lithe as her mother was and looks like a boy
even though she's starting to grow up and being interested in the other
sex. With her mother and uncle on the small side, it doesn't look like
she'll grow much larger.
Personality: Theyan is a real girl. She likes pink, frills and romance.
She's just started to be interested in boys and hates the fact that she's
so boyish, just like her mother did at her age.
Hobbies: Theyan enjoys running and being active.
Skills: The long jump, she also has great aim.
Pets: Chocolate Firelizard Bark (from Isla
ďItís timeĒ 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 next egg to hatch seemed to gently pop itís top off, and the
hatchling inside - a delicate pink - stretched cutely before hopping out.
She had a light pink sawtooth crest and ridge down her tail and
silver-sailed hathian type wings, with spars that were about as long as
her front limbs.
Many wondered if this hatchling would be able to fly, but
she was hovering now by sheer force of will.
The short-winged pink Hathian-hybrid bounded across the sands in larger
leaps than a dragonet her size should be able to due to her wingless
flight ability. She purposefully tumbled after her last leap to land
dramatically in front of a regrettably-boyish young woman. Theyan smiled
at the pink hatchling, and her chocolate brown firelizard chittered
encouragingly at her.
ĎMy name is Zemza! Letís go play!í