The Chorus (Raferties' Bondeds)

I Bring the Warmth and Love of the Dawn White Mottle Female Firelizard, Aurae

Aurae, the first companion, the one most reflective of Raferties' heart. Primarily white in color, with her underbelly and the trailing edges of her wings a faded pale rose, the tops of her wings and down from the back of her head and neck all the way to the tip of her tail was an equally pale yellow like the first rays of the morning sun. Upon her brow was the image of a rising sun shining in all it's glory, much akin to Solaris' holy symbol itself, as ever a sign that they were meant to be together and tinting her facial features in the warm peaches, golds, and roses of the coming dawn.

Her personality seems to match this, in a way. She is an upbeat and warm firelizard, keen on loving and helping everyone in sight. This might mean that, as Raferties discovered, doing a chore for her might result in a grand adventure to find mysterious flowers on a cold mountainside, but... what can she say. She learned from the best! This also extends to things like bringing home wayward puppies and kittens, as well as a clingy sort of need to be around Raf as much as possible, at least until she makes a good friend who she can cling to just as much.... but, like I said, she's cute and those big old whirling eyes of hers are just so hard to resist.

It should be little surprise, giving her warm-hearted nature, that she should be sensitive to births. Whether Raf's shinies, or even denizens of the Weyr or Village, she will flock to the rooftops as the firelizards of ages gone used to, perching there and humming to welcome the children to the world. Her attentions might not be welcome, especially with private sorts, but there's really no helping it. It's what she does!

Mutation: Prismatic Crystal x2 (Coloration, Sun on forehead)

Silent Night and Midnight Clear Wind Pegasus - Pax (peace)


Inspired by: I need a Silent Night by Amy Grant

Be still. Be calm.

Those are the whispers of this pegasus as she glides along silently through the air. The rush of the season is merely a distraction from what really matters. Family. Friends. Hope and love. Peace, the very meaning of her name. While all the presents and decorations and sleigh bells are nice, in the end isn't is just as nice to sit calmly by a fire and count blessings, or feel the warmth in the air without worrying about the next thing on the to do list? So be still, my dears, and let peace enter your hearts.

Pas is palest blue-gray like the stars and her mane and tail are the soft yellow of the moon, a shining silver cross pattern marking her back and shoulders. Her unique four wings, which start blue-gray and faded to a deeper shade at the edges, not only allow her incredible flight stamina but also the ability to hover in place by beating them in an alternating rhythm Her soft mint eyes are always warm, especially when spending time with her Bonded. (Mutation - Multiple Wings)

Defender Of The Sun Male South Viriliter'age (Fire of the Heart - Courageous)

Halt, evil doers and miscreants! I am here to defend the light from your dark hold!

He stands against the forces of evil with talons readied. Villains are doomed to be stamped by the hooves of justice! This hippogryph stands strong under the sun's warmth. He fears no foe that would harm the innocent, nor any danger that may stand in his way. This South is a beast, walking and soaring with pride that may at times appear to be a bit much, flexing his wing muscles to show his power. He is a force of good, however, and won't let a mirror turn him from his duty. Kitten in a tree? Never fear! He'll have it down in seconds. Late for a party? He'll hurry you there and carry the cake with minutes to spare. On the other hand, as the sun lowers, his overwhelming confidence pulls back to reveal his fear- the dark. He will take rest with assurance, or a kind of nightlight, but the night lacks light, and hides his foe, somewhere that he doesn't know. Despite this, when he is called upon in the darkest hour of a friend, he will not fail them, coming to their rescue as soon as possible.

His mane is a banner, orange-yellow speckled with red and red-orange. His eagle-like half shifts down to red, with orange-yellow curls that band his forelegs and fill his beak. His back half shifts from heated curls of fire to a speckling of orange, orange-yellow, and golden-yellow. The pattern falls to his hooves, curls shifting to orange-red as they mark his equine legs. His tail ends in golden-yellow, sparked with the oranges of his body. He is muscular for a South, though he isn't the largest. The fiery tone of his eyes is the kind to call Raferties to action, even when when the odds are stacked against him.

Fair Winds of Summer Green, Suylaith

Speech: Bold Italic #029f00
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There’s nothing quite like a warm summer morning amongst meadow grasses and a cool breeze to allay the rising heat of the sun, rich with the smells of damp earth, sweet grass, and wildflowers. What could improve such a day? Perhaps sharing it with a friend? Unless, perhaps, that friend is camouflaged against the grasses and stalking you to pounce. Raferties had best watch out, because now he has a friend who has no compunctions about getting grass stains on those beautiful fluffy wings of his. Or caramel. Or mud. Suylaith is pretty equal-opportunity with her sense of humor, and pranks are something of a gesture of affection.

Perhaps unfortunately, Suylaith is a very affectionate dragon. Optimistic, eternally young at heart, and endlessly friendly, she is. She’s also so nice it’s hard to get mad at her even when her playful nature lands Raferties -- or anyone in physical proximity sufficient -- in a world of mess and wondering what just happened. Maybe her humorous nature will mellow with age, but right now she’s young and bright and has far too much energy and free time. She cares, though. Her pranks are never malicious and she tries not to be insensitive. Like the season of summer, Suylaith is warm and has the potential to be filled with all sorts of fun. She enjoys laughter, and she enjoys evoking laughter in others. Sometimes she struggles to remember names, the same as any pure-blooded Pernese dragon, but she knows faces and she knows the air currents of emotions well enough to know that she wants to help when people are sad and be a friend when someone is feeling alone. This gives her an unfortunate tendency towards naivette, this kindness in her soul. Suylaith sees the best in people, and her sweet nature makes her want to trust. Raferties will have to teach her how to see the best in people without trusting unwisely as their time together evolves and Suylaith grows under her angel’s care. Say what you will about her lack of wisdom, she doesn’t lack for cleverness. Suylaith is an ingenious creature, particularly about her pranks. She looks at the world and she sees possibilities. Raferties might look at a tree branch and see a tree branch. Suylaith looks at that same tree branch and sees a catapult, or perhaps a lever, or maybe even an entire costume. She has a unique sense of ingenuity to her that most Pernese dragons simply don’t, and she takes this passionate creativity to everything she does. It’s usually amusing.

At a distance, Suylaith almost looks like one uniform shade of dark jade green, but a closer look at her soft, velvety hide reveals that no two square inches of her are exactly alike. She has patches of a deeper forest green and some bits that are a paler, sharper lime. Awkwardly proportioned now, Suylaith will grow into a dainty green dragon, petite even for her traditionally small rank. Large enough to carry Raferties should his own wings ever tire, of course, but she will always be much smaller than Girith. It will make her agile, though, incredibly flexible in flight, and someday she’ll grow into an incredible speed.

Suylaith’s mind-touch is a warm wind on a summer day, a meadow of sweet grasses and wildflowers where her soul meets Raferties’. Clear skies for miles and no hidden dangers, just a good breeze and clean sunlight and a dear friend by the angel’s side. Her voice is bell-like and sweet, often ringing with laughter and joy.

Bonded Here

Muse the Let Me Paint You! Fan

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Colors, ranging from chalk, pencils and crayons she draws on everything and everyone. She loves to brighten up a room, or make someone smile with her little doodles. Her mouth often gets covered with smudges and paint dribbles as she holds the brush or pen in her mouth. For a giant raptor she's pretty talented but sometimes she can get a little over exuberant.
Her poor models are terribly frightened about moving. Her head whipping about to hiss and glare, she'll take a snap at you if you ruin her pictures! Which is the worst part, you paint something over, you 'accidentally' throw the magnet stuck picture of mac-and-cheese of the fridge? she's gonna cry and mope then get mad and bitey, she'll rampage through the house and out in the yard to find whom exactly destroyed her poor art. If you manage to stay out of her way though eventually she'll calm down, as soon as she forgets and starts another picture!

Blue-green like the ocean, Muse doesn't inspire too much fear in people...Color wise anyway. She has two brighter blue stripes running across the back of her neck and then again around her middle. Her bright orange eye mask pops out against the main color her hide though it is almost lost in the constant paint on her snout. Blues, reds, vivibrant yellows, mellow pinks, chalk dust that is as white as snow, even smudges of glitter from time to time as well as metallic bronzes and silvers coat her muzzle from the tip of her nose to her cheeks. And it never seems to come off. No matter how much you scrub at it, it just returns the next day and the patterns are always naturally changing from day to day depending on what she is painting or drawing. Good thing the days of using high level of arsenic in paints is over.

((Thank you Tide for the new fade and description!))

A Perfect Harmony Extended, Koro



Speech :: Italics, Color = 947004
Name Meaning :: Chorus

They are one. The Koro family is a whole, not a collective of separates and they greatly enjoy it that way... and wish you to be their conductor. Their path of holiness is a bumpy one and they occasionally need to have someone show them what they should do as they are a slightly younger family of Kirava. However, after seeing your dedication and drive, they have chosen you as their leader - their bonded.

Like most of their kind, they aren't entirely happy with their single task deemed by their race. No, they enjoy the fine arts, in fact. Although they can not create different chords vocally, they know how to create vibrations at the right frequency to act as musical instruments... all they need is someone to show them what order to play their tones in. Sometimes, they find that this outlet of creativity is a good method to create happiness where their auras would otherwise falter.

Their speech is, like families of their size normally happens to be, an amalgam of the collective speaking. They do not interrupt each other, but seem to know when it is alright for the next to speak up. It never seems disjointed and they always know what the others are desiring to be said, so their communication is perfection.

The family is made up of 4 'grandparents', 4 'parents', and 5 'children'.

Maestro and Prima, and Concerto and Soprina - grandparents
Cadence - one of the children

Clarion Call Archon – Laeta (Joyful, light-hearted, merry)

If someone had to sum up this Archon’s worldview, it’d probably be ‘Why so serious?’ She’s a merry little soul, one as in love with life as she is with living, and nothing seems to darken her sunny disposition. Like the Hobbits of Middle Earth she takes endless pleasure in the simplest things in life. She adores good food in large quantities, good company (also in large quantities), and exciting stories told over roaring campfires. That’s where her similarities to the Small Folk ends. While they would be perfectly content to stay home and let adventure happen to other people, she actively pursues it. She’s not foolhardy, thankfully, and remains chronically aware of her own physical shortcomings, but she’s not the type to let her small stature or low rank prevent her from trying. She’ll give anything a try once. (...or twice, or twelve times, if she finds she likes it.) Better yet, she’ll embroil everyone else in her schemes. She’s a little ringleader, she is, effortlessly social and endlessly likable. Most people actively want to get dragged along on her little adventures, not the least bit because they tend to go well. They might not be big adventures, of course- after all, she’s a terribly small Starmane- but they’re always a rollicking good time. ...and if you do manage to avoid her clutches, you can be sure you’ll hear about her exploits anyway. After all, she’s an Archon, and she’s not above trumpeting her victories to the heavens for all to hear.

There’s no such thing as a large Archon, and this little lady’s no exception. She’s a tiny thing, barely hip-high to the average humanoid, but what she lacks in size she makes up for in vibrancy. Not content to settle for mere yellow, her hide glows a rich, molten gold shot through with apricot and ivory. Her mane and tail incandesce in a similar color range and manage to glow even brighter than the rest of her. High, rather splashy white stockings reach up all four of her legs, nicely complementing the wide blaze trailing between her brass-colored eyes.