Getting that Dragon - Spending all of my BP

A good walk was just what they needed, clearly whether they exactly knew it or not.

Their wandering path would eventually lead them to the foothills of the mountains to where a trail waited invitingly, as would someone else: a Dust Mistwatcher! The rather fluffy canine would be peering up at the trail as if debating venturing to the top. She'd look over at hearing their approach, and her tail would wag.

Oh what good fortune for me/that you I would happen to see! Rather whimsically, she would Mindspeak in a sing-song rhyme. Are you to reach to peak/ there good fortune to seek? May I go along on your aim/for mine is much the same?

And so they were three! As they traveled, the Mistwatcher sang a merry tune.

And so it would be that we three were traveling to the Shrine, tra la tra la tra lay!

Bond! Oh Ley Oh Lai Oh My! Female Dust Mistwatcher to Percival!

Still, Percival wouldn't quite reach the top yet. At about the half-way mark the three would be met by a Caradras with crimson red feathers in his mane, a warrior Velve. He would be pacing a bit along the path, as if debating but when he saw them he would shake his mane and slightly rustle his leathery wings.

You are going up? he asked. I am as well. But something feels... like it is waiting up there. I'm not sure what, and it would be foolish to go alone if it is dangerous. Going together will be better.

And as they resumed the Mistwatcher sang.

And now we four though we can't soar shall travel to the Shrine, tra la tra la tra lay!

Bond! The Soldier Wields a Mighty Sword Male Velve Caradras to Percival!

Just shy of the peak, where the top of the Shrine was just barely visible, Percival would be met by another creature, one that certainly wasn't the cause of the Caradras' caution – a unicorn! A Valor, as clearly identified by his platinum horn and hooves, the majestic equine would simply toss his mane before bowing his head towards Percival.

I have been waiting for you... as has the one ahead.

Around the next pass, the Mistwatcher sang,

Five together united forever traveling to the Shrine, tra la tra la tra lay!

Before Percival the Veiled Shrine would come into view, surrounded by gorgeous flowers and green, leafy shrubbery, despite the otherwise weather elsewhere. This time the structure had taken the form of am ornate palace garden with carved, painted pillars and mosaic décor around the circular, central pool. Sphinx statues flanked the far side and the left, right, and far walls were decorated to look like the grounds of a foreign, exotic royal home.

Only fitting, perhaps, for the regal sight that awaited them, that of a large egg with a shell that faded from red, to rose gold, to gold, to silver over and over again – a Dragon Egg! It was rocking gently back and forth, as if the dragon within was merely testing the shell, prodding at it while it waited for... something. Or someone.

Someone, as it turned out to be, happened to be Percival for the moment his footsteps echoed in the Shrine the egg gave a hard wobble, rocking back and forth, then cracked once down the middle. More cracks followed, also down the middle vertical as if the dragon had arranged it so, then the shell fell to either side revealing a glittering creature of silver and shimmer with a crown of spine and membrane on her brow. Rose-gold lined eyes sought out the one she'd been waiting for, and when they met Percival's they spun an elegant joy.

At last, we meet, Mine P'val. I knew you would come. Our meeting was fated to be, and I would have it no other way. I am Talith.

Bond! The Queen with a Thorny Crown Female Silver Mottle Dragon, Talith to Percival!

And with all of them gathered, the Mistwatcher sang once again.

And at last at the Shrine we six are intertwined, tra la tra la tra lay! Hey!



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Oh Ley Oh Lai Oh My! Female Dust Mistwatcher

Mindspeech: Italics #2c4dce

Oh Ley Oh Lai is a Harper at heart. Never is this Dust more happy than when listening to music or when awakening to song. And should her memory fail to provide her with a melody thenshe's more than capable of making it up, even on the fly! This talent comes out on her Mindspeech; she often rhymes or Mindspeaks in sing-song tones. Thankfully for those around her she's a good singer and even beat boxer when the need requires and even dancer in her own way, prancing to the beat of her melodies. Owing to her Harpering tendencies she's a friendly sort and a good listener, a welcome presence at gatherings and parties and ever with ear perked for a story to turn into a song.

Oh Ley Oh Lai is a fluffy puppy! In build she resembles a Estrela Mountain dog, more than a wolf or fox, complete with the varying coat colors that drift from a brown that's almost black to a rich golden brown which compliments not only her amber eyes but the amber gemstone in her forehead. She's incredibly soft and fun to pet and snuggle with. Just don't mind if she Mind-sings to you while snuggling.

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The Soldier Wields a Mighty Sword Male Velve Caradras

Mindspeech: Bold #34785d

Velve Caradras are born warriors all. Combat comes to them quite naturally, but even among them there are those who almost seem to be gifted beyond the norm. Velve's for whom even the most complex of maneuvers with their bladed tails are as natural as breathing.

Mighty Sword is one such Caradras.

Some of his kind might view such prowess as a liberty to bully others, or to throw their proverbial weight around. Even if they avoid doing such to their Legion others, such as Bondeds and those they share a Bonded with, could be fair game. But Mighty Sword view his skills as more a responsibility, something to be used with prudence and precision. He refuses to engage in battle unless he is needed, and when he does so he is brutally efficient. Some cultures might refer to it as 'one strike, one kill.' Very few come away from a battle with him at all, and the few that do are rarely ever the same. Thankfully, his loyalty to his Bonded is as steadfast as his blade skill, or Percival might have a lot to worry about!

Mighty Sword stands a powerful seven feet tall at the withers, a beast of a draconic-equine with a dark indigo pelt and ink black mane that sets off his vivid red feathers well. His jagged horn is cloudy gray, and his tail blade is the color of bare bone. He keeps his fangs and claws very sharp at all times. His wings, which match his body with blood red edges to the membranes, are carried like a noble mantle when folded and flared to add intimidation to his foes right before engaging in battle. Mighty Sword's eyes are probably the lightest part of his coloration with their watery gray hue that turns to steel when he's angry.

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The Wise Man's Tongue is his Weapon Male Valor Unicorn

Mindspeech: Italics #8bc0c9

There is a saying that goes 'discretion is the better part of valor.' Some might equate this with running away from a fight, and cowardice, and certainly there are cowards who speak these words before fleeing with all haste for their lives. But Wise Man's Tongue doesn't hold to that definition. To him is means caution, and wisdom, as opposed to brashness. He is a valor unicorn that, while he does not shun battle when it must come, tries to use words to diffuse hostilities. He has a ready wit and the wisdom to back it up, using pplite truth and sincerity to dismantle the reasons behind others' anger and even humor when it must be wielded – it's hard to remain angry with someone you share a laugh with. To this it's also almost impossible to insult him to anger. He knows well his own worth and value, and indeed his vices, so pointing them out can harm him little. Don't doubt though that when all else fails and especially is Percival's honor is on the line, Wise Man's Tongue will stand on the front lines, jousting with his platinum horn and using his force shield to protect those he loves.

To compliment his platinum horn and hooves, always highly-polished, Wise Man's Tongue has a pelt that only adds to his metallic appearance; his pelt his silver, and his silky mane and tail are champagne-gold. If he were to stand still long enough he might be mistaken for a metalsmith's work of art, save for his very-wise, bright purple eyes.



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The Queen with a Thorny Crown Female Silver Mottle Dragon, Talith

Mindspeech: Bold Italics #6d1881

It isn't always easy being in a place of leadership. Decisions must be made that can affect many lives for the better or worse, there are always more questions than answers, and it seems like there is never a day off. Granted, Talith isn't a gold or red. She doesn't bear the weight of one to whom leadership of the Weyr may likely one day fall. But that just means it's her responsibility to make sure all the small and sundry details are taken care of, the little things that are just as vital but might be the straw that breaks the dragon's back if added to the burdens of the senior queens.

Talith is a very proactive dragon in a defensive way. She works to prevent troubles before they arise when needed. This means she checks with the kitchen workers at the start of winter and throughout, monitoring supplies. She inquires with the infirmary as to their needs, triple checks the herd beasts to ensure no dragon is overeating, and often visits the equipment rooms to look for needed replacements. She can come off as overbearing at times, a 'helicopter mother' of a dragon, but she only has the best interests of the Weyr at heart. And this protective nature – so predominant in silvers – is only multiplied when it comes to Percival himself. She has no issue in telling off someone who upsets him, snapping or snarling if they become aggressive, and varying between firm persuasion to scolding if she feels he is putting himself in too much danger. Really, she means very well and loves her Percival – or P'val as she often calls him - very much. She loves his bookish nature and his dedication to what he believes is right – and more often than not agrees with him – but really. No one can thrive without interaction with others, without socialization and friends to share life with. Talith will support her Rider in the things he feels important, and ensure he gets the things that she knows he needs too. It's all just a part of the job she was hatched to do.

Whereas most queen dragons are easily identifiable by their gold and red colors, if there was ever any doubt that Talith is a queen for being a silver it's dispelled at one glance. She is a dragon that carries herself with a sheer regal bearing. She has a soft, icy-silver hide dotted with silvery scales like chips of ice; they are all over her forty-foot long body and make her seem to glitter in the light. A wide band of rose-gold runs down her spine and curls attractively around her eyes, perhaps hinting at a mixed bloodline with gold and red heritage. She does not have the body-long frill of her Wild cousins; instead her head is quite literally crowned with one. Several long spines flare out encircling her brow and head with silver-scaled membranes spanning between each one that gleam like it was crafted by a jewel-smith for royalty. All she needs is a few gemstones to complete the look!