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Welcome to Fort, Taire! We can't express how excited we are to have you with us, forever-and-ever-and-ever...and, of course, ever. It's a great adventure to be a dragonrider, and we know you'll enjoy it as much as we do.

The following is what's known as an 'Inspiration,' and serves as a kind of guideline for your dragon's personality, development, mental voice, you name it. A lot of time went into your dragon's creation, so we hope you like it!
Feel free to tailor bits and pieces to fit your own style or the dragon's own style. Enjoy!

- The Search Crew.
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Priestess of Avalon Egg

Gold lines, like threads, seem to radiate as they twist and turn, weaving strange patterns across this petite egg of predominantly scarlet hue.  Ashen wisps swirl and dance like a living thing around shell's entirety, subduing the other colors within its mysterious shroud, daring one to explorer deeper.  A crescent of pale blue sits atop ovoid's crest, a shining light that cuts through the shroud of pale silver, a beacon for those who wish to follow its call.

Hatching:
Along gilded lines a rift forms, piercing the veil that obscures vision of the life within Priestess of Avalon Egg. While the mists have been cracked, visibility is still dim, revealing only faint glimpses of movement. Slowly
the fractures spread across ovoid surface, the ashen outer layer crumbling away to cast further illumination on the mysterious inhabitant. Then, as if poured from a vase, Cabalistic Morgaine Green Dragonet fully emerges faerie
quick into this world.

Cabalistic Morgaine Green Dragonet
Shadows of velveteen verdancy dance in erratic patterns upon the length of her petite but proportional body, richly-colored hide undertoned by the dew-speckled hues of a moonlit glen. Exquisitely sinuous traceries of dark ivy twine their way from neckridge to talon, branching off to wind across the slender span of unusually lengthy wings. Angular features play upon her sleekly sylvan countenance, invoking notice of muzzle's pert point and inviting attention to tail's teasing tendril.

Cabalistic Morgaine Green Dragonet draws close to one girl, the shadow swathed sylph catching eye's attention. Slow, tentative steps carry her in a semi-circle approach towards the object of her affections. Drawing close, she covers the remaining distance in one quick bolt, petite body flushing forward to stop barely in time before gently butting the girl in the midsection, eyes whirling. She has found her path. She has found her Taire.

 A muted rumble resounds within your mind, like waves crashing against distant rocks. The sound softens yet further as muted tendrils of thought reach out to you, caressing your mind with love, slowly drawing you closer. Like the rising of the tides, this foreign soul gradually fills your entire being, a wordless joining of spirits. After aeons of embracing silence, the faintest of whispers floats through your combined thoughts…

 

<< I am Sullaketh! >>

 

CREDITS:
Egg Desc: Murkat
Egg Name: Murkat
Hatch Message: L’lia, V’zan
Dragon Desc: L’lia, Siani, T’var, V’zan

Dragon Name: T’var
Impression Message: Murkat, L’lia, V’zan
Inspiration: T’var, Murkat, L’lia
Sire: Yevgeth
Dam: Suyinth

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“In my time I have been called many things: sister, lover, priestess, wise-woman, queen.”

--Morgaine from The Mists of Avalon

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Sullaketh is derived from the persona of Morgaine, as told by Marion Zimmer Bradley in the excellent novel The Mists of Avalon.  Deeply rooted in every telling of the Arthurian legend is the mystical woman known as Morgaine.  Also known as Morgan Le Fey and the half-sister of King Arthur, Morgaine is recognized as one of the most powerful magicians of the legend.  In some tellings, her power is second only to Merlin, and in most versions, it is she who gives birth to Arthur’s treacherous son, Mordred. In Mists, Morgaine is trained in Avalon by Viviane, and charged with the mission to preserve the Old Ways against the insurgence of Christianity.

~ Personality ~
Ah, the joys of being feminine!  Power, mystery, magic, and romance!  It is Sullaketh with whom you are now able to share all those delightful little secrets.  A confidante who will never betray you or break your heart.  For the first few Turns, it is you who will take care of her every want and need, but before you know it, she will turn the tables on you so smoothly, the transition will be hard to find in retrospect.  Sullaketh tends to have a pampering nature, a ‘motherly’ sort of attitude, or even an overly involved ‘big sister’.  This attitude is not only aimed towards you, you understand, but towards lesser animals as well.  You are her first and foremost concern, but her heart is big enough for the little critters of nature.   For example, she might attempt to herd trundlebugs across the bowl to help keep them from being crushed by both dragons and people alike.  Oh, sure, it’s cute the first few times, but how do you explain to her that the bovines don’t like to be herded by pretty green dragons?

 

Poor bovines.  Poor Taire!  No, not really.  It’s a wonderful thing, to have someone looking out for your best interests.  It would be nice, though, if she could temper it occasionally with some common sense.

<< Taire, my darling, don’t forget your jacket. >>

It doesn’t really matter that it’s 75 degrees out, she just wants you to be prepared.  Pity the healers if you should ever get sick, for few dragons can get as Mother Hen as Sullaketh.  Her concern for your welfare is a two-sided coin, and she might refuse to do particularly thrilling maneuvers with you astride her neck.  Putting you at risk is just Not Done!  Cajole her.  Compliment her.  Sweet talk is amazingly effective, especially from you.

 

“Just one more?”

<< No, no, it’s much too risky! >>

“What risk, my dear?  How could I be in danger with the best flyer in the Weyr?”

<< … Ohhhh… okay, just one more… >>

Even worse is for an animal to come to harm by her talon.  So when it comes to eating she can be very particular, she will make sure to do no unnecessary harm, and /never/ over eat.  She is very careful, gentle, and tries to make it a quick death.  To some, it might even border on being ritualistic.  Thus, when she sees another dragon being overindulgent or being cruel to their food she may put up protest.

<< Surely you cannot still be hungry!  You must not overeat, you know! >>

Maternal and loving, doting and gentle, Sullaketh is also rather smart.  Aware of herself and her environment, and always eager to discover the hidden mysteries within the mundane.  Curious of her surroundings and the way things work, Sullaketh is always contemplating how the world is. One of the things she will find most intriguing is the sky.  She will ponder all sorts of things, and want to know all the details or every little dot.  If she cannot find one she is likely to make some sort of story up, of just how it came to be.

<< Oh my Taire? Do dragons live on the moons? Surely they must, because… >>

 

Such enthusiasm is limitless, and can be infectious, which makes even the most routine of trips into an educational, inspirational adventure!

~ Physical Form ~
Greens, as you know, are the smallest and fastest of the dragons of Pern.  Petite Sullaketh fits that physical mold like few others.  She is long.  She is slender.  Too much so, for a while.  Her tail and wings grow faster than the rest of her during the first few years, an awkward path to full maturity.  Indeed, her wings are somewhat longer and wider than the average green’s, and her tail is long enough, skinny enough, to have a mind of its own.  In her youth, alas, such disproportionate limbs might seem more of an embarrassment than an asset.

 

<< They’re laughing at me again, aren’t they… I can hear them…  Taaaaiiiiire! >>

 

Never fear!  Just keep telling her how beautiful she is and how graceful she is.  One of these days.  In flight, she is agile and zippy, able to perform complicated aerobatics that will dazzle and amaze, thanks to those long, powerful wings.  Yet on the ground, her agility is hampered by those same appendages.  It can be so tricky to remember just the right way to tuck those lovely wings back.  Just like it can be tricky to remember that one is not the same size as one’s rider.  When one is so much smaller than most of one’s clutchsibs, one might accidentally find oneself stuck in a tight place.

 

<< Wait! Come back!  I can’t fit through the door! >>

 

Thankfully, it really is such a short time before young dragons learn to fly.  The awkward proportions of adolescence always ripen to the sleek perfection of maturity, and never will she look more breathtaking than when she has total freedom to ride the winds.  Check those straps, Taire.  Hold on tight.

~Mating Flights~
Like the changing tides, the cycle of draconic biology is one that Taire must learn to handle.  As Sullaketh enters her proddy periods, her need for perfection becomes intense and her tolerance of frailty, whether human or dragon, becomes negligible.  This is the time of -her- whims!  This is the time of -her- plans!  All females mate, but few mate with such meticulous coldness.  Like her clutch-mate Gwaedoliaeth, perfectionism is paramount, yet unlike her sister, Sullaketh takes a much more lofty approach to the whole process.  No shameless hussy, this.  Since her rise is inevitable, she will disguise her hormones under the guise of a Higher Purpose.  Whatever purpose that may be, real or imagined, she will pursue it with a zealous fervor.  It is not the males that draw her interest.  It is not her green competition that draws her irritation.  No, a proddy Sullaketh envies the golden queens.  More precisely, she will find it terribly unfair that They are able to be fruitful and multiply.

 

Outside of proddiness, this envy manifests itself as a busybody-ish interest in the pairings of other dragons.  An unsubtle matchmaker, Sullaketh will be, her advice offered without solicitation or need.  An opinion she has of every dragon she meets.  And every potential partner of her rider.  Oh yes, Taire.  Never fear, all the joys and trials and frustrations of your dragon are yours to enjoy, even in this.  Few indeed will be the suitors that meet up to Sullaketh’s standards, yet she will not be satisfied until you find the perfect mate.  Of your own species, of course. Most of the time, her interest in humans is minimal.  But let one handsome young man offer you flowers, or let a pretty brownrider make heartwarming smiles at you, and your green will happily investigate until she has a blunt, honest list of pros and cons.  Overly protective?  Yes.  Very much so.  Because she loves you too much to see your heart broken by the imperfections of your fellow humans.  But, you ask, how does her proddiness affect Taire?

 

Neither you nor Sullaketh will lack for energy during proddiness, but the focus of that energy becomes less warm and cuddly.  You know what is coming when your dragon begins to glow, when those whorls of vibrant green become deeply luminous.  You know you cannot avoid it, either.  The choices of your life are to be shortly removed from your control.  Always a pleasant thought, isn’t it?  Well, no, not really.  But it is the reason you might approach each new cycle with a fatalistic perfectionism.  “If you’re gonna do it, you’d better do it right.”  The challenge is finding ways to cope each time.  There will likely be periods where you can’t get enough physical contact, intimate or otherwise. At other times, it’s simply easier to avoid all the hassles by adopting an untouchable iciness, since nobody you know can meet the standards you or your Sullaketh could set.  Forget emotion.  It just gets in the way of what needs to be done.  For the Greater Good, you see.  That Higher Purpose of your lifemate is infectious, and though you may never truly know what her intention is, it is just as enticing to see it through.  The first few flights will undoubtedly be the roughest, emotionally, until you learn how to detach your normal self from the self of little control.

 

It is your Duty to the Weyr, as a greenrider, to endure the event of Sullaketh’s rising to the best of your ability.  A serious time, to be sure, rather than a time of frivolity or silliness or aimless flirtation.  Mechanical, insatiable, almost frighteningly humorless, your moods during this time are likely to diverge drastically from the wonderfully zestful Taire everyone knows and loves.  It may be easier to try to ignore that Duty, if Sullaketh will allow it.  If not…well, it simply becomes a matter of discerning what the exact definition of Duty is.  If Duty involves sleeping with a different rider each night until Sullaketh rises, then make the most of it!  If it involves touching nobody for the duration, then make those pesky maleriders keep their grimy hands to themselves!  On the plus side, it is unlikely you will ever have more fantastic or intense sex than when Sullaketh glows, culminating naturally with the pinnacle of the Flight itself.  On the negative side, the aftermath of proddiness is physically draining and emotionally numbing.  Take your time to recover.  Relax, unthaw, and rediscover the simple delights of life.  A word to the wise, though.  It might be best to make any life-altering emotional commitments when Sullaketh is not feeling frisky.

 

Outwardly, Sullaketh becomes a deeper, fuller shade of green, those pseudo-hypnotic curls along her hide glowing with an unseen fire.  Not shiny, not brilliant, nor even sparkly, but more ‘alive’.  Think of a dense, deep forest, where the trees grow too close together.  Imagine an amber glow from a secret fire deep within that forest, and the light that filters out, through the layers and layers of life.  Those subtle curls and twists of color along her hide bear the most evidence of the heat within, and shimmer with the light of emeralds held against amber flame.

~Mental Voice~
The sweet voice of your lifemate, for you and you alone.  Ah, so precious is the time spent, just the two of you talking silently together.  With Sullaketh, there is no need for audible words, not when hearts and minds are united so dramatically.  So much so that even from time to time, you might forget that others cannot hear your thoughts, and embarrassing lapses in conversation must hastily be covered.  But if they could hear what you hear, they would forgive you.  This is the voice you will never lose.  The voice you will never tire of hearing.

 

<< Taire…?  Come watch the stars with me…? >>

 

The ocean’s breath against the highland’s shore is Sullaketh’s voice.  Subtle and soft, often too quiet to distinguish the hint of a peculiar but fitting accent.  Subdued, yet not submissive.  Quiet, but not quiescent.  A sensual touch of understanding across the bond you share, as many images and imaginings shared as true words.

 

<< Taire, can you feel the wind today?  Shall I fly higher? >>

 

Teasing whispers to infiltrate your dreams, which she will delight in sharing.  Delicate caresses of her mind to yours, wrapped in the warmth of accepting love.  To others, this voice will seem meek.  Or even weak.  But the truest show of her strength is found not in the blatant display of power or pride, but the sweet, cajoling, and ever-reasonable manipulations.

 

<< Noswaith, would you mind moving your leg just a wee bit, so I may join you? >>

 

Oh, but the tides may shift and the storms may rise.  The accent will be faint, but noticeable, when her voice rises with the surge of emotion.  Proddiness, especially, and times when agitation becomes too hard to contain.  Fear or distress, it leads to an angry breaking of white-frothed crests against the craggy cliffs.  True intimidation at its finest, coupled with ominous threats, your beloved darling green can become a formidable presence.

 

<< I warn you this once! Leave my kill and begone! >>

 

To you, though, such a voice would rarely be heard, and even then, only in the throes of her cycle.  How else, though?  With each convinced she knows what is best for the other, and will brook no dissent?  Still, there is forgiveness and forgetfulness in the union of your soul and hers.

 

<< You are my Taire. >>

 

Hear the lover’s whisper in your ear.

 

<< I am your Sullaketh. >>