K'bai's
Sun 'n Sangria Brown Seishuth
Wine Bibber
Robert Service
I would rather drink
than eat,
And though I superbly sup,
Food, I feel, can
never beat
Delectation of the cup.
Wine it is that
crowns the feast;
Fish and fowl and fancy meat
Are of my delight the
least:
I would rather drink than eat.
Though no Puritan I
be,
And have doubts of Kingdom Come,
With those fellows I
agree
Who deplore the Demon Rum.
Gin and brandy I
decline,
And I shy at whisky neat;
But give me rare
vintage wine,--
Gad! I'd rather drink than eat.
Food surfeit is of
the beast;
Wine is from the gods a gift.
All from prostitute
to priest
Can attest to its uplift.
Green and garnet
glows the vine;
Grapes grow plump in happy heat;
Gold and ruby winks
the wine . . .
Come! Let's rather drink than eat.
KibiKibiKibi!
Ha! You're stuck with us now, boy-o! Kib--er--K'bai, we sincerely wanted to
give you what you wanted, so we tried our hardest to give you that. You wanted
brown, you got brown. You wanted relaxed, you got relaxed... maybe on a bit of
overload, actually. Here's your very own laid-back, casually cool Seishuth!
Once upon a time, in a weyr
not very far away, there was a pudgy gold...
As
unexpectedly as ever, the Reign of Fire Egg falls, as gently as possible, into
a groove in the sands. The sizzling flame that is Nissionath has began yet
again, still not ready to smother the flames just as of yet. Her latest egg is,
however, is sheltered with sand, perhaps the gold trying to ebb of some of the
heat that seems to radiate from it. Oddly enough, as the grains are shoveled
away, another hole comes into view and with that, comes another egg. Glowing
Embers Egg has appeared, proving that not even a raging fire lasts forever and
sooner or later must be smoldered. Even with the flames seeming to be dying
off, Nissionath still is not quite happy with the two eggs. Something is
missing, and that last link comes not a moment to soon, the Out of the Ashes
egg plopping onto the sands. Now, the sparks are completely gone, leaving only
the powdery remains. But from the dark ashes, a small light can be seen,
showing that the fire can be rekindled and start ablaze once more.
... who clutched a fiery egg
...
Out of the Ashes Egg
A
panoply of color rises from the ashen bottom of this small egg like a phoenix;
scarlet and saffron edge every dusky hue as the feathered tones ripple and
swerve from the darkish base to the flame-seared upper reaches. Gold and green,
magic's blue, wand's brown, copper's bronze: all the colors of Dragon are here
in a phlogiston of brilliant tones and spirited spirals.
Out
of the Ashes Egg comes to the conclusion that it cannot stand it any longer. A
pity, it had such a good life as an egg... but as it's philosophy goes, what is
will die, and be born again. Yeah, that sounds pretty good. So, without further
ado, it crumples downwards in a sudden shower of multicolored egg-shrapnel and
goo, revealing the idyllic life which it has decided to go with: Sunsets and
Sangria Summer Brown Dragonet.
... which hatched a
magnificent hatchling ...
Sun and Sangria
Summer Brown Dragonet
Sunkissed
glimmers of tropic's twilight set amber and peach against the brown horizons of
this middling dragon and dusky purples compliment the lazy alcoholic swirls of
sangria and merlot that trickle down his high-arched neck. Indeed, the
afterglow of sweet red wine flavors the curves of his neckridges to the their
edges, where citrus bites in sharper yellow and salt's clear crystal. Rolling
up his compact shoulders to soak the sand-dry expanse of wingsails and spars,
the indolent hues of summer burn towards autumn's harvest gold and green mixed
to sparkle with the easy fizz of soda and a slice of zesty lime. A drizzling of
brandywine spills across the ripe mango-orange of his paws and blends up the
wine-sotted sweep of stocky legs and sides. The same warmly brown hues
intoxicate his 'knobs and head, trickle down his easygoing visage, and
disappear beneath the juice of pineapple, orange, and too-sweet pear that
mellow his languid muzzle.
... who had to pick
/someone/ to Impress ...
Sun
'n Sangria Summer Brown Dragonet finally thinks that he's got a good grip on
what he wants. He wants-- tall. He wants-- dark. He wants-- blue eyes. C'mon,
it's not too much to ask! He heads down the line of candidates, lazily looking
over each. Hey. Wait. You there. You'll do. Stumbling to a most improper halt,
he stares up, awed, at Kibai. You.
... so he Impressed to
Kibai-K'bai- to become Seishuth ...
The
rather abrupt heat of the Sands is shattered in a heartbeat. A heartbeat, one
breath, a lifetime's pause.. and then, all that there is to rest and relaxation
resides at the foot of your mind: the simple warmth of sun-heated rock, mild
and lazy; a bubbling of cool water, perfectly serene... and then, with a sudden
whoosh of a settled presence, it is Not As It Has Been. << Kib.. kiba..
>> Drawling words stumble over so simple a word- so it fixes things.
<< K'bai! >> The relief in middle-toned tenor is tangible, along
with the joy. << We will do great things, you and I. >> The idle
drawl crispens, then, focusing in with unusually intensity: << You and I.
K'bai and Seishuth. Forever. >>
... to become who he is.
So,
here he is.
Theme Inspiration:
Seishuth
is a combination of many elements. He's Shigure, he's Harper-- Faranth help us
all, he's Yohji. Fruits Basket, Andromeda, Weiss Kreuz: he's a combination of,
uh, perhaps a bit unusual characters, but that makes him Who He Is.
Fruits
Basket. You know what it is. The show with the Zodiac, with the people who turn
into animals as soon as a member of the opposite gender hugs them? Yeah. That
show. You know Shigure. Yeah, the journalist, y'know, who is kinda perverted,
laughs too much and generally causes mischief wherever he goes?
<http://www.fruits-basket.com/> -- and
<http://www.fruits-basket.com/chars.cfm?character=shigure> -- are good
links.
Andromeda.
People haven't heard of this one that much; it's got a cool plotline- but it
really is a character show. And, perhaps the most beloved of all characters -
besides Tyr, the resident heartthrob - is Harper, the goofy surfer-dude
mechanic of the Andromeda Ascendant, who happens to be infatuated with the
ship's AI. Oh, did we mention he's a genius? < resource for Andromeda info:
<http://www.scifiminds.net/cat.php?cid=1> >
Weiss
Kreuz. It's mediocre in some aspects, but the fandom's worth it! ... Yes, the
fandom's worth it, if only for Yohji, the blonde playboy of the four assassins
that make up the show's core group. He's lazy, he's gorgeous, and he chain
smokes. On the up side, he can kill a man with his ubernifty strangling wire
faster than you can look at your watch. A good, quick sum-up of the series is
<http://starry-vortex.net/>
Name Inspiration:
You
wanted Japanese. You tossed out ideas. You thought they were cool-- and so did
we! Eventually, Ike wandered down to his friendly JEDI translator and started
idly musing over things. At that point, we hadn't done -anything- on him, yet--
but we knew we wanted a name that was pretty, relaxed, and not-too-long, and
that the dragon was going to be Sun and Sangria based. So... Ike pulled up
'konseishu', which literally means sangria: sweet spiced wine with fruit. A few
musings, and Seishuth was born.
Desc Inspiration:
Sangría
The sharp knife
slices the skin of the ruby red apple
the tangy orangethe
succulent peach
Mellifluous blood of
fruit flowing onto the wooden board
Sticky juice and
memories clinging to her fingers with each cut of steel
Salúd por eso
She wipes the dust
from the dark green bottle
a Spanish Rioja--
vino tinto
Full with the flavors
of mediterranean sun and the soils of the Valle del Ebro
She peels back the
foil,
pierces the cork, and
opens the wine
Salúd por eso
Her hands grasp the
blue and white earthenware jug, Spanish Talavera
the sweat of 15th
century artisans held deep in the clay
She gently pours the
wineadds the chunks of apple, orange and peach
and a touch of honey
stirring the mixture
of sweet fruit and musty wine
Salúd por eso
The rich red rioja
absorbs the blood of the fruit
like she, so many
years ago, absorbed the blood of Spain
absorbed with each
step on old cobblestone streets
with each afternoon
in the Plaza del Sol
with each kiss from
Raul
Salúd por eso
She closes her eyes
her head swaying to
the rhythms of memories
memories of dancing
memories of dining en la plaza
the scents of olive
oil and garlic carried by the summer breeze
memories of sun on
her face
and memories of
sangría
Raul's lips kissing
the fruit juice from her fingertips
Salúd por eso
Jenni Simpson
Dude.
Why did I build Seishuth like I did? It's.. a good question. ;P The original
idea was to take all those harvest-colors and manifest them in a more tropical
way: eventually, the concept of Sun 'n Sangria was born. Well, Nuff was jumping
up yelling 'Sun and Sangria! Sun and Sangria! I want a wine-sotted sun
dragonet!' for days. Eventually it sunk
in. So why sunshine and Sangria? What
did that remind me of? Well, it reminded me of sittin' out on the back deck in
a lounge, sipping cool sangria and soaking up the last rays of a summer's
setting sun: so that's what he is! He's the cool liquor of the fruity, spicy
sweetwine and the warmth of the day's dying sun. Sorta the essence of
elaxation, incarnated.. /That's/ why I built Seishuth like I did. ~~ Sii'kyn
Egg Inspiration:
Well,
the egg is pretty obviously a Harry Potter inspired bit of fantasy. The Order of the Phoenix was just coming
out, you see, and I've always liked Fawkes. So there it was. Its fire-related.
Its all about birth and death and renewal.
Its pretty, without bring too cheesy. /And/ I get to feed the Hogwarts
mania. What more do you need? ~~ Nuffs.
Dragonsong:
Dude,
it was hard to pick just one. "A Great Day To Be Alive" and
"It's Five 'Clock Somewhere" were also considered, but in the end,
this is simply the best song to sum up Seishuth: No Shoes, No Shirt, No
Problems, by Kenny Chesney.
I've been up to my
neck
Workin' 6 days a
week,
Wearin' holes in the
soles
Of the shoes on my
feet.
Been dreamin' of
gettin' away
Since I don't know.
Ain't no better time
than now for Mexico...
No shoes, no shirt,
no problems
Blues, what blues?
Hey I forgot 'em.
The sun and the sand,
And a drink in my
hand with no bottom,
No shoes, no shirt,
no problems,
No problems.
Want a towel on a
chair
In the sand by the
sea,
Want to look through
my shades,
And see you there
with me.
Want to soak up life
for a while,
In laid back mode.
No boss, no clock, no
stress, no dress code...
No shoes, no shirt,
no problems
Blues, what blues?
Hey I forgot 'em.
The sun and the sand,
And a drink in my
hand with no bottom,
No shoes, no shirt,
no problems,
No problems.
Babe, lets get
packed...
Tank tops and flip
flops,
If you got 'em.
But..
No shoes, no shirt,
no problems,
No problems.
Physicality:
Small.
Compact. Itchy. Yes, that would be Seishuth in a nutshell. He's small-- a good
size smaller than his brown compatriots, though he's not so ubertiny to
intermix among the blues. No, he's simply /compact/, fitted together with such
perfection that there is simply no more room for excess. There's bones, there's
muscle, there's hide. What more could he be? Well, he could be sangria. Or a
sunset. Or a summer's day. Or all of the above! He's unbelievably colored- a
sight to see, just /looking/ at him coaxes feelings of relaxation. He has those
shiny liquor-lacquer glints to his hide, and citrus highlights to a backdrop of
fine brandy. Okay, make that citrus megalights-- it's as if someone 'plated' a
jar with thinthinthin, nearly translucent slices of lemon and lime and then
poured in brandy. Or, in this case, sangria.
He's
one handsome brute- one could even say that he's the most attractive fellow out
of the entire clutch. Sure, he doesn't have that sexy sway that Taiith has, or
the dark brooding rogue handsomeness of Kzavketh, but his simple, fluid lines
and chiseled frame makes him far more easy on the eyes. In some aspects, he's
like the handsome older brother of your best friend: mellowyellow, with that
hearty laid-back appearance and sort of Californian 'hey, dude' attitude--
someone you'd rather play tag football with than have a droolfest over. Well...
um... maybe.
On
the ground, his awesome conformation will allow him to adapt to a certain sort
of loping hopskip- not the run of some nor the awkward trundles of others,
purely 100% Seishuth. That loping skip of a gait allows him to cover ground at
a surprising rate-- not to say that he'll be able to run faster han he can fly,
but he could easily match a runner's canter.
And
in the air? Oh, in the air, in the air... Your Seishuth was built for the air,
and he knows it. Because of his small, muscled,
put-together-like-a-master's-puzzle frame, agility will come easily, and gogogo
is his natural speed. Sure, he's laid back on the /ground/... But those wings,
that mind, and his physical talents will make him a natural for winning green
flights. Gold flights might tend to try his endurance: he simply wasn't built
for his extreme bursts of speed to be held over a long period of time. However,
if he can rock into a cruising speed... everyone, watch out!
And,
as for the almost-forgotten itchy part of the Equation That Is Seishuth,
well... he is. An itchy little fellow, the crystalline-color that stretches
from underneath his jaw all the way down to mid-chest will be the 't zone' for
him, so to speak: it will itch itch itch, and during weyrlinghood it'll be
hellish to put up with him, if only because he won't /say/ anything about it.
<<
No, I'm not itchy! What would ever give you that ide...
ohgoodmommathatfeelssogood, >> will his argument deteriorate at the first
rub of knuckles against that particularly itchy area. See, he doesn't want to
trouble anyone, but he'll simply need more bathings and oilings than one would
think. It could be a problem, atleast while growing: numbweed-tinted oil might
be needed by the end of the day, if only to give him relief from the constant
needed-to-be-scratched areas. Luckily, other than the broad strip of light on
the underneath of his neck, he'll be a fairly common fellow, in terms of
growing up and itchiness: sure, the occasional itch as he grows faster than his
hide can keep up, but nothing severe.
The
only problems he'll have is that itch-- and the hide around his talons and wingspars.
For whatever reason, these areas will be extremely sensitive while he grows:
until he starts flying and hunting for his own, the hide will be tender and
prone to easy lacerations. However, as soon as he gets to the air, the hide
will firm up and become as tough as it needs to be to urvive the harsh reality
of ::between::.
Speaking
of growing... he'll grow evenly, in sections. Day fourteen he'll be bigger in
the rears, hindquarters and back paws seemingly enormous against the
not-yet-growth-spurt-ing shoulders and neck. Day twenty one it'll seem that his
front finally caught up with his back- but exasperatingly enough, his wings
decided to shoot off towards Belior in a mad quest for being the biggest.
At
first, these 'sections' will grow one at a time-- but as he gets older, they'll
slowly fall into rhythm and grow (somewhat) together, ending in that compact,
well-put-together brown that he is.
Mindvoice:
Seishuth
is basically the epitome of relaxation. So, his mindscent suits him well: all
rolling summer heat waves and faint pricklings of french vanilla and light
pear, he's got that faint spice of clove and nutmeg, the bite of lemon and
lime, a tingle of saltiness and the taste of summer wine and margaritas. Okay,
more than 'a' taste-- his voice absolutely drips with alcohol, intoxicating; it
leaves one feeling gloriously lightheaded afterwards, from the rum
undercurrents and the ever-prominent spiced wine which guzzles throughout his
mindscape.
He
likes the feel of sunwarmed pebbles so much that he often incorporates it
within his mental 'presence': sunwarmed pebbles balanced with cool lakewater.
From the very beginning, it was that way- and he'll continue to use that sort
of mindscape, along with his 'accents'. Anything not hot, but pleasantly warm
will slowly get incorporated, as his memory comes and goes: spicy hints of
klah, one day, and sunwarmed oil the next; cool things will take time to dig
into his mindvoice, as the majority of his 'balanced' mindprescence is
alcoholic beverages. Oh, did we mention? He loves being balanced.
Balancedbalancedbalanced. If something's off on one side, he'll ave to remove
it from the other: he's dark and lightness, alcohol and klah, heat and cold.
Voice-wise,
he's the sort to drawl- with a robust baritone to easily allow him to drawl, he
does so. His voice isn't the most notable of the clutch; Jydhaeth's more
soothing, rolling voice and Kzavketh's black, bleak growl often are more
captivating-- but in the end, his voice won't put a person to sleep or make
them want to run away screaming. It fits him: not growling, not twangy, but
with the hint of a drawl that will make him stumble over his own name
occasionally.
Personality:
Seishuth.
He's so very simple and yet so very complex; on one hand, you have the
basically very happy-go-lucky, charismatic, relaxed, laid-back Seishuth who
likes to sun himself for candlemarks on end, flirt with greens far more than he
should, and terrorize the herdbeast herd just for fun. On the other hand, you
have the very sensitive Seishuth who is, all at once, a warrior-poet who will
spend hours upon hours practicing keeping his physique up, who has a hatred of
Thread deeper than your average dragon, and who very much loves learning about
new 'technology'.
See,
Seishuth isn't a dragon with lots of facades. That's just not his thing.
Instead, he's himself. He's got those layers- like an onion, you can only see
that outer, flaky layer, and not the layers inside which hold so much juicy
stuff that it'd make you cry. Er. Something like that, anyhow.
Indeed,
when someone looks at Seishuth, at first glance, he seems to be pretty care
free. He's got that Yohji/Shigure thing going on- a basic foundation of key
elements which anyone who only gives him a passing glance can see. He's not
lazy by nature, but it would be easy to think that, from the way he lounges
around, not really taking anything seriously; he doesn't let things affect him,
doesn't let things wind him up tight like some of his clutchmates. If he gets
insulted, he won't get full of ire unless it's a truly malicious statement--
he'll simply say something or another, joke it off, and tease the dragon who
insulted him endlessly.
And
if someone goes as far as to insult him, he'll be quick with a smartalek remark
that will irrevocably gain him brownie points with the fun-loving dragons
about, but.. probably won't win him any friends with the dragon that t's aimed
for.
"We're just
witnessed a classic example of what I like to call "misdirected
rage". I believe the technical term is 'being an ass'?"
- Shigure
Another
part of that solid foundation of his, is his instinctive love of all things
female. Well, in the draconic sense, that is-- he's purely masculine.. well,
with a little bit of pretty boy thrown in, just because. He loves greens. He
loves golds. He ain't picky. He'll flirt, flirt, and flirt up a storm; just
because he's relaxed doesn't mean he won't spend a whole lot of effort trying
to get the opposite sex to notice him. It's not an /obsession/, per se-- but he
will attempt to look good, and he'll try to make /you/ look good, too- well,
better than you already do.
<<
Bai. That simply won't work. Try the leather pants. >>
>>
The brown ones? <<
<<
No, no, no. The black ones. With the silvery edges. >>
He's
got fashion sense, surprisingly enough: his mental 'eye' has a good knack for
both color and fit, and he'll instinctively know how to provoke any sort of
look to a person. Sure, it might not cross -your- mind to wear /that/ shirt
with /that/ pair of trous to get that one greenrider to take a closer look, but
it sure crossed Seishuth's mind.
For
-his- part, Sei will not be a sluggard. He'll never let himself get pudgy or
overweight, and he'll try to keep himself as fit as possible: every now and
again, he'll surprise you by simply wanting to go somewhere in a straight
flight, or simply fly somewhere, no destination noted. He'll never /say/ that
he's exercising, but that's what it'll be: a few candlemarks a sevenday, above
and beyond the call of drills and sweeps, for him to keep that hard, compact
frame looking completely and utterly desirable.
Speaking
of desire.. It can be expected that when you get a crush, or an infatuation, or
even just a craving for a certain person, that Sei'll work his hardest to see
that their will be a relationship; he'll work and work and work, and pull all
the stops to get you what you want, to get that one person to notice you.
Faranth forbid you become infatuated with someone who's weyrmated-- the
consequences of Seishuth's well-meant meddling could be disastrous.
See,
while Jydhaeth has that sort of noble charisma, and Taiith has a crazy sort of
charm about him, Seishuth has them all beat. He's a smooth-talking
sweet-walkin' honky tonk baby, to steal a line from a Travis Tritt song: he's a
ladykiller, and knows it. Now, in this aspect of him, let's turn 'off' the
Harper side of him and turn 'on' the Yohji side-- because that's what he is, a
playboy.
He'll
'wine and dine' his favorites to give him an advantage in flights, for
instance: nothing that would make him actually do something that would require
a lot of work, but a few carefully picked flowers(he'll get you to do that one)
might show up with a note(again, he'll wheedle you into doing that) on the
green's ledge(but he'll be the one to put it there!)-- or he might simply drag
off a particularly plump carcass to share with a 'prospective', a weyrling
who's just learning to hunt.
Speaking
of which, he has a very particular hunting style. Not as particularly odd as
Jydhaeth's swooping heron-dive, but just something which is one hundred and ten
percent /him/. He'll sort of drift along overhead, haze the herd a few
times(gotta have fun, of course), and then simply drop out of the sky. No, he
won't dive. It's just sort of a sitting backwing, where those wings will snap
open and some poor herdbeast will tumble underneath his clutches;
unfortunately, because of this hunting style, he'll have to get used to having
some of his meat, er, pulverized.
languidly bragging
tiredly, brown eats
keenly
clear luminescent
- from the Random
Haiku Generator
A
hobby of his will forever be terrorizing the poor doomed herdbeasties, even if
he's not hungry. A swooping dive or two will send them charging away,
scattering like bugs. You'd better get ready to apologize to the stablemaster
and the WeyrHerder- perhaps a prepared speech would do, since there's always
the possibility of Seishuth inciting them to riot on over in a stampede,
breaking out of their pen and causing all shell to break loose.
<<
That was fun. >>
>>
Seishuth. You just caused the weyrsecond to get run over by an errant
herdbeast. <<
<<
Oh. We should pick him some flowers. >>
When
in doubt, flowers will always be his Answer. "Seishuth, should I
wear--" << The flower print! >> Yes. The flower print. Oh, his
one weakness in his fashion sense will be a general love for flowery shirts.
Y'know, Hawaiian style; the gaudier the better, and he'll wheedle away for you
to buy more. << But.. but.. K'bai, that big yellow flower with the orange
background... >>
In
order to get him to /stop/ pestering, you'll either have to submit to his will
in all things concerning flowers, or tell him firmly that you will stop buying
special flower-scent oil for him. /That/, of course, is probably the highest
threat one could make to the brown: because he was so itchy in weyrlinghood, he
needed oil, and the scent of just plain ol' oil twenty four seven simply sucks.
A few drops of a concentrated flowery perfume will have him in hog heaven.
Back
to his love life. He won't flirt with anything before they're graduated--
unless /he's/ not graduated, of course-- and he'll /always/ prefer older
women--er--dragons. They simply hold a particular section of his heart, and
maybe his libido; he'll always be actively playing the field, even if it's just
one specific green or gold which catches his attention. His flirting will never
be the intense sessions that some of the other dragons in the weyr have a
tendency for- no, his will be more of a mild teasing, an 'Oh you look so
/good/' or a 'most beautiful green in the weyr' sort of thing.
See,
he doesn't understand females at all. Well, he does, but he doesn't-- he can
figure out what they are, and he understands their physicality very well, and
he'll be able to charm the pants off of them simply because he's good at
flattery, but does he -really- know what they are, how their mental cogs work?
Of course not. He's a guy. However, that's not to say he won't tell everyone
/else/ that he's the love god.
"Moreover, I
understand even more than females do." < pause > "You know,
you're supposed to say "Shi-chan, you pervert!" at a time like
this."
- Shigure
He's
not one to become obsessed with one dragon or another. It's simply not his way.
He likes to play the field- likes to have dozens of admiring fan-er-females. He
admires them, they admire him, it's all a good cycle. However, that's not to
say that he's incapable of becoming infatuated. It might happen, every now and
then, when he finds a green or gold who's completely and utterly his match made
in heaven. Or... even not.
Sometimes,
his infatuations will be to the entirely wrong dragon. Like, erm, lets say--
Zuleikath! Yes. Totally wrong. Clutchmate -and- based off of a preying mantis.
I mean, really, getting eaten after a flight just isn't good, but it's entirely
plausible that Seishuth could fall head over tail in lust with her, deciding to
send her extra flowers and write her excessively flowery poetry and doing
things he just simply wouldn't do if he wasn't obsessed.
And
around his friends, when he gets like that-- well, he'll be insufferable. Not
/everything/ he says will be geared towards the object of his affections, but
when he gets onto his topic, onto that subject, it will hard to get him off of
it. Oh, and he won't be all G-rated then, either. Nope, when he's obsessed,
Seishuth simply isn't a G-rated dragon. However... he'll be somewhat clean.
Especially around someone he's trying to impress. But with the people he's
especially comfortable around?
Shigure: "Ahh!
More sorrow flows in as more time passes. Everywhere in this house, I can still
see some trace of Tohru-kun. Like this towel with the strawberry pattern, which
Tohru-kun left in the washroom. If I put my face in it like this...Tohru-kun's
scent!"
Yuki: "Stop
it!"
Kyo: "You
perverted old man!"
- Fruits Basket
In
flights, he'll toss up poetry- did we mention he was poetic?- for a good period
of time before actually settling down for the chase. And chase he will-- all
that laziness in everyday life simply isn't /there/ after Seishuth bloods. He's
built to go, and go he will: his bursts of speed make him an aerial sprinter,
and along with his great ability in the arena of agility, he'll be able to
catch greens... once he hones down his technique. It'll need.. help, for his
first few times up; he simply won't know how to pace himself and how to look
for openings if he gets into a pack. He's not a racerunner, and he doesn't have
the eye of a jockey: but he does have the potential to become very aware of
movements from his competitors.
And
when he /doesn't/ win, well...
I'm just gonna go
home, lie down, and listen to country music. The music of pain.
- Xander
Yes.
Horrible or not, that's exactly what he'll do: bribe a harper - or a musically
inclined dragon, go home, curl up on a sunny section of his ledge, and listen.
It doesn't matter if the music sucks, but he'll need to have it; and if no
other substitutions are available, you just might be called in to sing to him.
For some reason, his sense of poetry and music will be very much more than your
average dragon; he has an inherent beat for music, and his ability to compose
poetry- rhyming or not- will make him fast friends with Jydhaeth.
However,
where his bronzen clutchmate will prefer long epics, he'll prefer a short sort
of poetry that's been known to be a specialty of the Southern Harpers: haiku.
Yes, haiku is his favorite; taking ordinary elements of today's world and
setting them into such manner is his most beloved form of creativity, and he's
surprisingly good at it.
setting sun, a
warm ledge, cozy
fireplace
simply paradise
- Sii'kyn
So.
You have that outer layer of laid back flirtatiousness, which is not a facade,
but merely the start of his personality. You have his vague obsession with
older greens and golds, his love of music and poetry, and skill at crafting
haiku-- and that's only scratching the surface of what he truly is. He's not a
superficial dragon, by any shape, size, mean or form: he understands things,
understands them well. Perhaps he doesn't have Harper's genius, but he does
have a higher-than-normal intelligence; one wouldn't know it, by simple
acquaintance, but it all shows in Threadfall.
The
patterns of Fall will be what he Understands. If he has a terrific grasp of
anything, it will be the precise flow and variation of Fall; he'll take into
consideration -all- the variables, add them up and have a knowing, a precise
system of where Thread -Should Be-. All dragons have this, to a certain degree,
but he excels in it- the mathematical side of his brain will kick in, and he'll
be quick to offer his advice to his fellow wingmates. Short, succinct, to the
point-- and almost entirely accurate.
<<
Ainth-- to your left! Chrideth, dive! >>
Because
of this, he'll be a much better high-altitude flier than a low-altitude one;
the number of shifts and variants of Threadfall are less, up there. However, in
crosscurrent winds, this will leave the orderly Seishuth at a bit of a weak
point: if Thread is there someplace he doesn't expect it, it might rattle him.
His first few times off, he'll absolutely /hate/ it- much like Morvorth, even
if for different reasons- and he'll be back to the very basics of
Threadfighting, hacking away at the gruesome death-threat of writhing silver
curls with jaws wide open.
He
positively -detests- Thread. Moreso than your average dragon. He could sit and
seethe about it for candlemarks at a turn: the normally complacent, laid-back
brown simply cannot stand that much destruction. The mindless deaths- for what?
For nothing! This makes his blood boil; it's one of the few things that can get
under his skin, and it does. He'll keep it tightly under wraps, but after his
first few Threadfalls, people had better not mention the Red Star-- he'll
simply get irrationally furious.
When
a particularly hard 'Fall strikes, he will grieve quietly, and then forget
about it as quickly as possible. He doesn't want to -dwell- on it; he'll define
it in the simplest terms, and then try to get on with his life. No use in
brooding your life away- he doesn't want to end up like, say, Kzavketh.
Well, we came, we
saw, we got spanked.
- Harper
And
for the people curious out there, yes, Seishuth believes in fate. He lives each
day like there will be no tomorrow- as far as /he/ knows, tomorrow doesn't
exist. He'll take what life throws him in stride, laugh it off, and quietly
come to terms with the Reaper on his own accord. If someone he knew closely
dies, he will remember them fondly- and he will remember them, even with his
draconic memory- but he won't excessively mourn. They lived. They loved. They
laughed. They're gone; nothing can be done- so why worry about something you
can't change?
The thing is, as far
as the universe is concerned, we're all bugs! Just hoppin along, lovin life,
until one day fate decides to introduce each and every one of us to our very
own, personalized windscreen.
- Harper
One
of his little quirks is firestone. He tolerates the taste of it, but when the
rock gets stuck in between his teeth, he'll absolutely throw a tantrum after
Threadfall, if you don't figure out a way to get it out. Outoutout! He wants it
out, and he wants it out -now-. It will drive him crazy, and it's rightfully
understandable- hey, there are many residents of Pern who could go stark raving
mad if -they- couldn't pick out the wherry bits from their teeth, so you can't
blame him.
Because
he has a tendency to laze around and act irresponsible, everyone thinks he'd
make a horrible leader, of this that or the other-- but, in reality, that's not
true. Seishuth knows responsibility like he knows Thread: just because he knows
it doesn't mean he has to like it. However, delegate responsibility to him and
he won't delegate it further, if at all possible; and if he does, it will be a
delegation to All The Right People. Give him responsibility and he'll treat it
with respect; he'll do his job, his duty, non-begrudgingly and with his all,
but he will always prefer his sunning.
Speaking
of which- sunning. It's among his Lazy Activities He Loves To Do; there's a
whole list of fun things that he wants to accomplish in life. None of them
start with the word 'weyr' or 'wing' and end with 'er' -- instead, he wants to
visit places. He's a traveler by nature; he'll want to roam the forests of
Nabol, swim the seas of the Southern Continent, scare the runners at Keroon and
Ruatha(hey, getting in trouble isn't /that/ bad, right?) and surf the coasts of
Istan Isle.
Oh,
surfing. Mmm, mm, mm, surfing. It's his love. Well, it will be, once someone
explains it to him- he'll forever be begging to go with the Mudsliders, when
they go have their fun at whichever beach it is this sevenday or that month;
the concept of floating along the big waves all the way to shore is just too
delightful for words!
Just
because he's relaxed doesn't mean he doesn't like to move, to go places, to do
things-- obviously. He's just not way energetic about them. He's not lethargic,
he's not crazy-genki; he's himself, which means he'll offer a suggest for What
To Do Today, and if you say 'no' and give a logical reason, well, that's fine
with him. He won't press matters... unless it's something he really, really
wants to do.
He
doesn't let things affect him, as was previously noted; he laughs 'em off. In
fact, he might laugh too much, simply because he /can/ find the humor in
everyday life. His laugh is a pleasant one- er, his 'laughs'. He'll chuckle,
chortle, howl and guffaw- each one enjoyable, but, like all things, can
probably get annoying if overdone.
It's
not his fault! He likes laughing. He likes feeling good. It's a big part of
him, and it will forever be a big part of him- no matter what other say. Oh,
and rest assured they /will/ say something, after a while; especially if it's
perceived that he's laughing at someone, when in fact, he's laughing at
something completely different!
Those that can, do;
those that can't, laugh at those that can do.
- Xander
You laugh too much.
- Yuki to Shigure
He
likes laughter. He likes humor. People can keep him occupied for hours on end,
simply telling jokes, no matter how bawdy or bad punnish they may be. He'll
enjoy that-- enjoy that a lot, simply being around a person, having fun. It
doesn't have to be just you, or just another dragon, or just a green-- anyone
will do.
See,
Seishuth is a gregarious sort. He likes companionship; he prefers being in the
company of others than being alone. Perhaps he'll end up being good friends
with Minoyath, or Hiakith or some other personable clutchmate; perhaps he'll
end up being good friends with all of them. With Seishuth, life is never
predetermined; he likes to kick up a bit, not being overly mischievous, but
just a little spice, every now and then. He understands that change is a good
thing, and that life in a military-camp-like environ such as a weyr could get
dreadfully stale, even though it *is* a weyr.
He
offers his love freely, his companionship without cost. He might not be the
most outgoing in his affections, but they'll be there, to others but most
especially you. To others, he'll simply be good ol' Seishuth, good for the
latest joke- since the latest one is all he can remember- and, at times, a
poignant adviser with advice offered as freely as his friendship.
"Being able to
get along with people is the same thing. Without making friends, being hurt and
hurting others, so that you learn about other people and about yourself, you
can't become a person who cares about other people."
- Shigure to Kyou
If
nothing else, Seishuth understands /that/. He understands that, and, perhaps,
lives that. He wants to care. He does care. He's just not all that outgoing
with that care, as we've said prior. No, he'll be outgoing in his flirtatious
nature, and perhaps he'll be more popular than others because of his
disposition, but to the rare person who actually gets a verbal confirmation of
care or affection... well, it would take a very special person indeed- like his
one and only K'bai. Yes, you'll get that confirmation all the time; it's not
difficult for him to say, once he gets used to it.
People don't fall in
love with what's right in front of them. People want the dream.what they can't
have. The more unattainable, the more attractive.
- Xander
But,
see, he did fall in love with what was right in front of him. He dreamt the
dream and got it; what he loves, most of all, is not unattainable: he already
has it. You. Yes, you might not know it, but you're the center of his world.
You're the yang to his yin, the half that matches his own. Sometimes, it can be
a little bit tough, living with Seishuth, because he'll pop up out of nowhere
with something odd, and rather non expected; but let it always be known that he
loves you. Whoo!
What
else does our rather California surf-dude dragon like? Well, this might come as
a shock, but-- well, okay, it might come as a shock. Technology. He craves it.
He wants to know the latest developments in all fields; he wants to know how
things work. The Smithcraft will be his absolute most favorite craft ever, and
he'll occasionally badger to go there, so he can see all the latest inventions
(even if he has to semi-sulk outside, simply seeing the objects through your
eyes). Not only will he like to see them, but he'll occasionally have ideas on
how to implement them in a field beyond the range of what it's supposed to do.
Sometimes his 'gadget experiments' will fail completely, and sometimes he'll
have wondrous successes.
Lucky for you I'm a
freakin genius.
- Harper
Seishuth
isn't a genius, but he is smart. Very smart. Too smart for his own britches,
some times-- for instance, classes. He'll get bored rather quickly if he
doesn't have a lot of information coming down on him fast; he'll ask questions
that will occasionally vex the weyrlingmasters, though the smarter
weyrlingmasters will be more than a bit relieved at the sight of someone being
actually interested in the important things that they have to teach. He'll like
formations, for instance, because they can be modified and modified and
modified to suit any given wing's strengths and weaknesses; he'll shine in that
area. However, with every strength comes a weakness: he'll be apt to act up in
classes such as learning how to properly chew firestone, simply because he
doesn't like the taste and texture.
He
has his quirks. Everyone does. Yet another one of Seishuth's will be alcohol--
he's entranced by the idea of humans enjoying it. There'll never be enough
liquor for him to get properly drunk, but that won't stop him from wheedling
away at the prospect of buying cheap, apprentice-made beer for him to try.
<< But it's only one barrel! How much can a barrel of beer cost? It won't
cost that much. I swear. >>
And
if that doesn't work, he'll try alternate measures.
Like
poetry.
hand me a beer please
hand me anohter beer
plaese
adn won moore, thnak
yu
- from random haiku
listings
Oh
yes. Seishuth is inventive; he's a middle-ground dragon who's not a sloth but
not a nervous wreck, trying to do everything he can-- he's a dreamer, a
fighter, a mathematician, a poet. He's not the best or the worst, not purely
good or horribly evil, black or white: he's grey, in the scales of things; and
grey's good! Grey's justice. Justice is something he believes in, as well as
fate, and in the inherent goodness of dragon- and human-kind, alike.
Trust in the Harper,
the Harper is good.
- Harper
Yes,
he's 'good'- but he's good only because he's a part of a good pairing, equal on
footing. K'bai and Seishuth. Forever.
And
there he is! Your slightly mischievous playboy brown, watchin' the world spin
by. If there's anything in there that you don't like, feel free to not use it;
this insp isn't the End All, this is just the beginning! Take bits and pieces
or all of it, but remember-- he's yours to play, now and forever.
The Sun Underfoot
Among The Sundews
Amy Clampitt
An ingenuity too
astonishing
to be quite
fortuitous is
this bog full of
sundews, sphagnum-
lines and shaped like
a teacup.
A step
down and you're into
it; a
wilderness swallows
you up:
ankle-, then knee-,
then midriff-
to-shoulder-deep in
wetfooted
understory, an
overhead
spruce-tamarack
horizon hinting
you'll never get out
of here.
But the sun
among the sundews,
down there,
is so bright, an
underfoot
webwork of
carnivorous rubies,
a star-swarm thick as
the gnats
they're set to catch,
delectable
double-faced
cockleburs, each
hair-tip a sticky
mirror
afire with sunlight,
a million
of them and again a
million,
each mirror a trap
set to
unhand believing,
that either
a First Cause said
once, "Let there
be sundews," and
there were, or they've
made their way here
unaided
other than by that
backhand, round-
about refusal to
assume responsibility
known as Natural
Selection.
But the sun
underfoot is so
dazzling
down there among the
sundews,
there is so much
light
in that cup that,
looking,
you start to fall
upward.
Credits:
Name: Sii'kyn
Egg Desc: Nuff
Dragonet Desc: Sii'kyn, Nuff tweak
Messages: Sii'kyn
Puppeteer: Sii'kyn
Inspiration Team: Sii'kyn, Nuff, Vaeli
Clutchmates:
My Little Paradise Pony Green Sundanceth and Mehgan
(Amehgani)
Statue in the Deeps
Green Ericath and Pycia
Ditzy Royal Blue Tang
Blue Guppyth and Fl'ush
(Flourish)
Mermaid of the W.Indies Blue Morvorth and Zarelyn
Shiver Me Timbers
Blue Taiith and A'ran (Caeran)
Tea with Alligators
Green Chrideth and Alasse
Predatory Assassin Bug
Green Zuleikath and El'wyn (Llewellyn)
Dancing Hula Charm
Green Hiakith and Lexi (Lexia)
Quints Curious Treefrog Green Ainth and Lauria
Lost Gem of IndianShore Brown Neshath and Kal (Kaltia)
Shipwrecked SargassoSea Brown Kzavketh and Imi (Ulimi)
Sun 'n Sangria Summer
Brown Seishuth and K'bai (Kibai)
Flaming Pink Flamingo
Brnze Minoyath and M'nty (Monty)
Migratory Visitor Heron Brnze Jydhaeth and L'uc (Lucan)
Harper's Tale's 36th PC Clutch
High Reaches Weyr's 10th PC Clutch
Vaeli's gold Nissionath and B'ane's bronze Aboleoth
(Pyrene's gold Cadgwith and Sii'kyn's brown Sidramuntalath}
Sunday 3rd August 2003
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