Pink Ribbons, Pink Rabbits

Certainly, it was that egg that had summoned Bonnet to the Shrine, though the pair would have a bit of a wait before what lady within revealed itself.

Half an hour passed. No movement. Silence.

An hour passed. A slight rocking and a soft humming, though there were no other dragons around to hum in the traditional herald for a hatching.

By the two hour mark the egg was clearly shifting and rocking rhythmically side to side, in time to the humming as if dancing and cracks were forming.

Finally, finally the egg shattered into thousands of fragments and the dragonette within emerged with a flare of brassy (if wet) wings and a high, musical trill! Eyes bright with the blue of joy and red of hunger took the pair in then settled on Bonnet with certainty.

Ahh Mine, Bonnet-Mine, she almost sing-songed. What a joy to greet life complete! I am Neriath. Now our adventure together can begin!

Bond! The Best Songs are the Stories You Live Female Song Brass Mottle Dragon, Neriath to Bonnet!





The Best Songs are the Stories You Live Female Song Brass Mottle Dragon, Neriath

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If ever there was a dragon hatched with a Harper heart, it must be Neriath. From the moment she broke shell with a melodic trill music has been at the core of her being. But there was something she learned quickly from listening to other Harpers and learning about music and song:

Behind the best of them there was always a Story to be told. And often the best way to find those stories was to go out and experience them for yourself.

Thus she loves to go from place to place seeing what hides on that distant horizon, taking to those she encounters along the way and finding out all the whos and whys and wheres. Thankfully for a rank known for her chattiness she knows how and when to keep her lips sealed and listen (unless you get her taking about music; she rambles like an excited hatchling). Then she takes those stories and turns them into ballads and epic musical arrangements to share with the world! When she's not composing and creating lyrics Neriath can often be found among children making up both nursery and playtime rhymes as well as teaching songs to help them with their education, and frequently will break into little ditties about this, that, and everything in between, especially if someone dear to her (such as Bonnet) is in need of a little cheering up.

For all her unfettered friendliness perhaps it's a good thing she barely graces twenty ferry long; Neriath might be a bit overwhelming otherwise. In the manner of most brass dragons she's a bit on the round side of things in that cheerful, friendly, easy-to-talk-to kind of way, and she does have their webbed front feet for sand digging such as when she makes her weyr perfectly to her liking (she's also found it handy to clear away the sand table she uses to rough draft her compositions). Her hide seems to shift from a rich, rosy brass to a near-gold brass with something of an orange-red in the middle, depending on the position of lights around her. Her wings run from her shoulders all the way down to the tip of her tail with a tarnished blue-green color tracing their edges. She also has the head crest of her Wild cousins, though she lacks the ruff running down her spine that they do. Though much of Neriath is covered in smooth hide thicker scales run down her neck as if she were wearing a cowl or coif and more iridescent, coppery scales dot her shoulders like freckles to give even more hint to her Mottled heritage. Given that her eyes are often alight with beautiful, happy blue and green she's a rather attractive dragon! In the rare times that her ire is roused - typically when Bonnet, other loved ones, or musical works are threatened - she reveals the other, more wondrous display of her bloodlines; her breath weapon, a Song Dragon's cone of cracking mist.

Neriath is also a bearer of the Hope Giver mutation, a looping pink ribbon carried at the base of her neck on the left side about a palm-length long and half that wide.