Snowdrift Ahead

HATCHING
Winter was progressing at an alarming rate, and the eggs on the flurry hatching sands were slowly hardening. Almost too slowly. Some worried that so many eggs on and in the soft red sands were just too many and they weren’t kept warm enough. Logical minds argued that if there were a problem, the experienced mothers on the sands would have said something.
An unseasonably warm week had wreaked its havoc on the snowbanks of Ryslen, turning the winter wonderland into a sloppy wet muddy place. Many of the candidates - tiros - were reassigned from the “traditional” chores to keep the floors clean and dry in the major entryways. Some, if not all of them were pleased to be out of barracks cleaning duties.
It seemed that a breath of fresh air was what everyone needed - especially the eggs. Shortly after the sun passed zenith, a harmonious rumble issued forth from the hatching grounds. The call had been anticipated for so long that half of Ryslen was quite startled and the other half... weren’t. At any rate, the hatching grounds were quickly filled but the hearts of the tiros were heavy - many of the eggs showed no sign of movement, and a few even seemed flaccid.
Cephari, the wind drak who'd been flown by White-Streaked Black Onurnmosoth, nudged her still second egg gently, and it gave a rock in response. Zealously guarding her egg, the Icarian mother screened the actual hatching from the view of others while her daughter hatched. Within moments the shell had fallen completely away and the hatchling was blinking at the brighter outside world. 
“Her name iss Meddinsori. Sshe will not Mind Pair either.” Cephari said, naming her second drakling and revealing the Rain Drak to Ryslen.

Flurry Rain Drak Meddinsori
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SQUIRE
Meddinsori had stayed close to her mother, learning the things that Draks were supposed to learn. It didn't take long before she could communicate with the humans as most draks were quick to pick up language. 
"Sshall I shnow you?" she quipped to one of the humans.
Her lisping pronunciation meant she could play with the words in a way that the humans mostly didn't. The humans sometimes didn't understand that she'd made a joke, but one of the caretakers who liked to play word jokes himself, had absolutely taken to teaching her about the fine art of language humor. 
"Only if we are outside," he told her, "I wouldn't want to get cold feet."
Meddinsori chuckled and blew some wet snowflakes toward him anyway. 

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KNIGHT
Meddinsori had left her mother's side half a year ago and had transferred to Castle DesCas. The desert-based castle was maybe not the logical choice for a drak who had been born of wind, rain and snow but the contradiction appealed to her. 
She was an unbonded drak and not many of those were around but Meddinsori didn't feel left out. Her sense of humor and her way with words had earned her a special spot in the hearts of the knights. They called her their little refreshment and Meddinsori always happily obliged by breathing a little winter magic their way. 
Maybe someday she'd find a mate or a knight. But for now she was perfectly happy being on her own. 

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Read about how Meddinsori returned to her roots and flew in the Flurry 2021 here.
While she was there, she decided the time for pairing or bonding had come and she secured a spot as a hopeful Novo at Ryslen. 

HATCHING
“It’s time” 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.
A silvery hatchling stretched his wings out after climbing out of his shell. All four of them. His wingsails had a soft rainbow on them and the fuzz on his head and tail suggested he would have rainbow-tipped silver fur once he’d had a chance to grow some.
He trotted right off towards the novos with a particular focus. He went exactly to where Susin and Sasun had been, and then looked up at a particular lady with Flurry Flakes of her own.
‘Meddinsori, mine, please come down.’
The rain drak paused a long moment, then drifted down to the sands as light as a feather.
“Yahel Diemicana-Pariyani…” she said aloud. She was at a loss for words.
“A rainbow comes after the rain.” Yahel said, snuggling against her furry foreleg.

STATS
 Name: Yahel Diemicana Pariyani
 Colour: Silver-Rainbow-Rainbow
 Gender: Male
 Species: Asandus-Danachian (Piralan/Askan)
 Parents: Decolo & Oruntworepth
 Origin: Ryslen Flurry 2021-2023
 Size: 9.5 feet at the shoulder
 Personality: Relaxed, enjoys teasing his bond, friendly and open.
 Abilities:
   * Telepathic Speech
   * Verbal Speech
   * Teleportation (self)
   * Full Shifting: Can shift into a fully human shape, but retains the coloration of their dragon form.
   * Body-Heat Control: Can consciously regulate their own body temperature.
   * Avengaean Functional Magic
   * Breath Weapon: Fire (unassisted)

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Read about how Meddinsori trained Yahel and some other Flurry squires here.

FLIGHT
Time had a funny way of taking you where you needed to be. Would her life have been different if she'd stayed on Ryslen? What if she hadn't gone back to Icarus with her mother all those years ago? And yet, Meddinsori had enjoyed her time on Icarus. But though she would still feel at home on the distant planet, she now felt the need to stretch her wings - she had four of them after all - and explore.
The two youngsters she'd judged and brought to Ryslen gave her the very idea that she needed. The two of them had grown starry-eyed at the possibilities that the Nexus brought after a few years of exposure to it and while their dreams were big and brilliant, they'd been approached by a person from someplace called WindChill. A place with draks but also with other types of dragons and all ranges of mutts. A place with humans and elves and magic. And a place where a home could be forged.
A place where she and Yahel would be able to strengthen their mindpair or bond or whatever their connection could be called. And a place where they would be able to maybe hatch a clutch of their own.
"I very much like that thought." Yahel told Meddinsori
"I'm ssstill szurprised when you do that telepatshy thing." Meddinsori said.
"You should be getting used to it." he teased her by doing it again.
"But you can alzso talk."
"This way I can talk to you privately."
Meddinsori grinned, "You want to ghet private?"
"How about we practice for when we are ready to become parents?"

Meddinsori and Yahel joined the Snow Armada at WindChill Castle

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Lantessama Isle - Ryslen