Cynhede & Eibenth
Description: A skinny girl,
5'10 tall, with freckles, fluffy rust brown hair that brushes the back of
her neck and wide brown eyes.
Personality: Serious, Hating, Obedient
Short Bio: She was Searched a while ago by dragonriders, but failed to
bond at first; she agreed to bond a dragon because they love dragons.
Cynhede fiddled with her tunic. She seriously hated
how nervous she was but she'd failed once before. She'd been at Darkling
Dawn for over a year now. Her life at the hold had not been bad. But in
her heart she'd always wanted to become a dragon rider. Being a sixth
daughter in a household of merchants, she had little to offer her family
but her obedience. But she seriously hated having to conform to what
everyone expected from her. There was no way her family would allow her to
try to go to a Weyr. That is until she'd been searched. Suddenly that road
opened up for her and she'd grasped it with her both hands. She still
needed to be obedient and do chores. But the prize at the end was worth
it. But would she get the prize or would it all be for naught?
"I like being a prize." a
small voice told her.
Cynhede looked down and stared directly into the adoring eyes of a green
dragoness. She felt the truth in her words but also an insecurity that she
hadn't expected to feel in a mighty dragon.
"You are a treasure, Eibenth." Cynhede assured her bond.
Size: 24' long
Parents: Gold Jhajerth x Brown Boosteth
Species: Pernese Dragon
Teleportation, Assisted Firebreath
Personality: Downcast, Steadfast, and Honest
Eibenth looked at her reflection in the lake.
Melancholy swamped her mind.
"I know there are many green dragons, but
why must I be green?" she asked no-one in particular.
"I like you being green." Cynhede answered though she knew it
had been a rhetorical question, "After all that means we can goof off
now and then and we don't have to bear as much responsibilities. I'm quite
happy with how things stand."
"But I don't get to do everything the other
"Like?" Cynhede asked.
"I'm not allowed to clutch."
"You know Darkling Dawn does allow green dragons to
"Yeah, but they don't often clutch."
Cynhede's heart broke for her dragon. A small flare of rebellion surged in
"Nothing says you have to rise here. I bet we can find another place
where you will be welcomed as the mother of a clutch."
There were so many worlds in the Nexus, surely one would work.