Dam: Tylia's Morning's First Rays Gold Solarith
Sire: Ae'ran's River of Molten Magma Bronze Knephyth
Egg Name: Dancing Psychedelic Amoebas Egg
Egg Desc: Wild! Chaotic! Mismatched colors and odd, distorted shapes litter over this large egg, making it seem as if it was alive and moving. Deep crimson matches up violently with a glaring, brilliant yellow, wrapping around and seeming as if to consume it wholly. Emerald of the greenest pasture after rain collides and melds with a blue as dark as the deepest ocean. Splattered without thought or reason, each distinctive color also holds its own shape upon the porous shell. Some look as if they were slapped on with wild abandon while others have a more delicate outline.
Mind Name: Painted Splatters upon the Horizon
Mind Desc: Ixeneth's mind might be considered flamboyant. He likes to color his words and thoughts with random images that are more like echoes to your own mind's eye. His words bring to thought different colors and hues, similar to how you might give a certain noise a certain color. Like screaming or yelling associating with red or soft noises linking to blue or green. He doesn't /mean/ to do it, but they seep through somehow and it's not like he tries all that hard to keep them at bay. He's an artist and must express himself in every way possible. At least you appreciate him and his quirky ways, right?
His voice, on the other hand, doesn't seem to really match his abstract thoughts. It's calm and collected, intelligent and well thought out. Some, if they heard it, might even say that it's slow. And that may be true, though not slow in thought but more thoughtfully slow. He contemplates and almost examines each word he lets slip from his mind, making sure that each utterance will portray exactly what he wants it to. Emotions have little effect on how he speaks, for he is one that can control himself and how he reacts. Only you, his lifemate, will ever be able to really tell how he feels through his voice-- and that, K'tai, may take you a long time to be able to decipher with any real confidence.
Hatching Message: Dancing Psychedelic Amoebas Egg is quiet, perhaps leaving one to wonder if maybe the occupant had given up finally, after trying so hard. But then... what's that? Perhaps it's a heat wave off the sands, for the egg seems to shrink as if sucking in a large breath of air. Many moments pass and then, finally, the egg shatters, colored shell flying everywhere and dumping Illegitimate Son of a Peasant Brown Hatchling square on his nose.
Hatchling Name: Illegitimate Son of a Peasant Brown
Hatchling Desc: Regal in bearing, magnificent in stature, pride in every lithe motion. Delicately lined head tapers to a rounded muzzle dipped in pure copper while tawny fingers weave along a neck long and slender. Mahogany dominates each proportioned line and limb, shadowing into deeper echoes along paws tipped with galaxy'd sparks of obsidian. Large diaphanous wings are sailed with sun-warmed russet, mingling and twining with soft hints of mahogany and speckled copper. Thick haunches are kissed with light and dark, streamlined and perfect. A long tail brings together everything, tickling lines of each hue found within the rest, dipped, painted and splashed.
Impression Message: Echoes. Sweet, alluring memories of some distant past, some forgotten dream, some hidden part. A part of you, a part you never knew existed and yet felt-- missing, incomplete, empty. Sadness wells from the deepest part of your heart, tightening your chest, prickling your eyes with tears. Tears of pain? No. Tears of joy. Of being filled, of missing... nothing. << Kertai. My K'tai. >> Lilting and cultured to your mind, a teasing and laughing note that suddenly and lovingly invades your thoughts. << How I have missed you. For so long, I have felt you within me. Calling me. Seeking me. Needing... me. >> A pause which fills you with the most exquisite pain. << Like I have needed you. I am your own Ixeneth and I am in need of food. >>
<< K'tai, how come I'm so big and I can fly and you're so small, yet you can't? It doesn't make sense to me. >>
And it truly doesn't and though, at first, you might wonder why he's even thinking about something that doesn't even make much sense to you eventually you'll gain an understanding of how deep his thoughts and questions go. Why /can/ he fly when he's so much larger and heavier than you? Other than the fact that he has wings? Would you fly if you had wings? And any answer you might deign to give him will be taken to heart and studied. For you're never wrong. You have been here so much longer than he has and surely you have thought of these things before and found out the reasoning behind it. Which leads into another aspect of his personality: Once he receives an answer for that, he'll want to know the anatomy behind flying. He'll want to see the makeup of a dragon's wing, the bone structure, how the membranes connect.
<< Tai, I'm curious. Would it hurt if you opened my wing so that I can see what's in it? >>
He's not trying to be morbid. Not at all! He's just insatiably curious about how things work. How he works. How you work. How the trees, the animals, the earth, the machines work. He compliments your want for knowledge, for the ability to /know/ and understand. He encourages you in learning that what you wish. He supports that you want to make Journeyman and to know about dragonhealing. Your Ixeneth will want to learn, too. For that which draws your attention and makes you curious makes him curious, too. Your love of animals is echoed in him and, if he didn't have to eat meat to live, he wouldn't.
<< Why can't I just eat grass like the runners do? Why do I have to kill something so innocent so that I can eat? >>
This will grieve him during the first weeks of his life as he watches you cut up meat to feed his ever growing appetite. Eventually, he will accept it, though some may note the fact that though he is an almost perfectly proportioned dragon, he's very slender. He can in no manner be termed a glutton. He eats what will keep him satisfied and nothing more. No matter how much you might encourage him to eat until he's completely full, he will never heed that and the sooner everyone understands that, the easier it will be. If you ever wanted to have pets, he will be with you the entire way.
<< That one has exceptionally delicate lines, K'tai. But his legs are too long for his body. But he might be fun to have around... why can't we have all of them again? We could set some free. That way we can appreciate them how they were supposed to be. >>
Moving on, you will fascinate him most of all. Your thoughts, dreams and ideas are the mental sustenance on which he feeds. He knows your darkest, deepest fear and soothingly assures you that you will never, ever be alone. When you wake up in bed at night, covered in cold sweat, he will rouse and whisper sweet thoughts of love and comfort until you drift back into your dreams. Your love life will be the constant argument between the two of you.
<< But Akhelamath won't even look at me, Tai. Are you sure you love her? >> And once you've assured him that Tasha is the one for you: << Then I will try harder to get Akhelamath to like me, too. >>
Even if Akhelamath hates Ixeneth to pieces, he will try his hardest so that you are completely happy. He wants to be your perfect everything and though he's willing to share you with others because it makes you happy and content, he is not above being the one to change to make things 'right'.
Weyrlinghood, for Ixeneth, will be one of his happiest times, for it will feed his thirst and hunger for knowledge. Every step, every day and every milestone will be analyzed and talked over with you. It is his chance to ask questions and to learn before he has to take on adult responsibilities where his curiosity and creativity will have to take second place. He will watch his clutchmates to see where they falter and triumph and will try to learn from or mimic them to the best of his abilities. He will not be above waking you after an especially trying day to relive each exhilarating moment and to consider what could have been done better.
<< Orakath moves so well. He doesn't trip over his paws or wings. I tried to walk like he does, but it didn't work. Tai, can you tell me how to move like he does? >>
Mating flights will be another trying measure for your brown. Although the need will provoke him into rising to the occasion, the chance to watch one of the graceful greens or golds in flight will be the motivating factor. He will attempt to woo said female dragon in any way he can-- whether it be her excellent attributes or beautiful, sonorous voice. His first flight will be a scary, invigorating experience for the both of you and though he'll probably lose it to someone older and much more experienced, he will attempt to learn from his mistakes and to take to heart how the winner had won.
<< Ersieth seemed to know just when Mhiyath was going to dive. How did he do that? Was there something that I missed? >>
Days, he'll go over this. Or until the next flight he participates in and can try out whatever conclusions he'd drawn from the last one. Eventually, he will win and then he'll beg you to remember how he did it, for he's well aware of the fact that he seems to forget things. An inherent draconic downfall, as he sees it and one he will probably want you to study and see if you can reverse.
Everything else he encounters, he will try to examine and learn from and he'll drag you right into the middle of it as well. Each day is a learning experience and who is he to ignore the chance?