A plethora of moon's beams kiss upon her hide, washing the brilliant forest hues into the ethereal silver of night's chill canopy, mist and foliage taking the svelte form of lithe muscles and neat curves. Stars are spangles among the clouded shadows of midnight, glittering jade fire beneath the veils of silence that are stealing away color from pinions, spars, and elegant draping sails. Shades of rich moss linger on her flanks, hints of earthy dappling mingled with unearthly iridescence that clings and wanders, growing down her long, graceful limbs before giving way to verdant wrapped paws and shimmering silver talons. Echos of that ghostly silver embellish her high headknobs and accent an aristocrat's thin muzzle, linked to opalescence down the gentle slope of her elegant neck and softened in the smooth, pale waves of neckridges. Placid ripples of aquamarine blend with the greenwood, wending a watery way from throat to long, fine tail where lacy briars tie Lincoln hues to a meld of azure and olive.
Egg Name and Description
Botanic Lights Egg
Mingling, drifting — a myriad of different greens are impressed upon this shell. Lime is in the center, highlighting deeper emerald and forest green in the forms of trees and bushes. Chartreuse glimmers, enhanced by a look of sunlight drifting over that center to sparkle and play in a blur of silver-blue river. Graceful sweeps of dark earthy bank defines the edge of the water, crumbling under a fall of grassy strands that twine round hidden blossoms, hues of meadow-sweet pastels, the jewels barely discernible. Criss-crosses of mahogany lace across between water and sky, bridging two halves of garden into a harmonious whole and delicate forms dressed in blue and green look down at the water, hands entwined in soft, sweet symmetry.
Botanic Lights Egg falls victim like so many before it, earthy speckles drifting off and mahogany lace unraveling with unhurried patience. Water and sky part it a tracery of cracks, steady shivering sending small fragments to the sand below, jewels vanishing like will-o-the-wisps. With a final shattering push from the inside, and the heat of the sands outside, the green of the shell crumbles and dissipates to few shards upon the warm sand and yielding a moonlight dragonet to Pern.
Wind whispers in your thoughts, sylvan breezes swirling with silver moonlight until your senses are engulfed. « Kh'dan. » she says in a voice full of affection. Then it all condenses, her mind and yours collapsed into one, mingled so thoroughly that for this one instant, there is no telling where one of you ends and the other begins. Silence is held in this moment of communion, of infinite love gifted unconditionally and a pledge that you will never be alone again. Trust is given and you can sense her absolute confidence in herself and you, an unshakable faith that will be forever timeless. « We are together, Kh'dan. » The rapport softens, releases you to conscious thought with the tie between you and your lifemate firmly established. « My name is Hannyfath. »
Very little will ever ruffle Hannyfath's composure. Unlike the green stereotype, Hannyfath is quite the opposite of flighty and feckless. She's laid-back, accepting of everything that comes her way with a boundless faith that things will be just fine. Very casual, she's never one to stand on ceremony and she'll have a ecletic range of friends and interests, none of which are ever intesely important. You are the only important one in her life and she openly adores you (but not demonstratively or melodramatically).
Hannyfath is incrediably hard to insult: she won't react to almost anything thrown her way. Similiarly, she won't react to compliements, except to occasionally share a frission of pleasure with you if it is a compliment from someone whose opinion she values. She is who and what she is, just like you, and there is a bone deep self-assurance about this. Not arrogance, never that — but she *knows* that she is Hannyfath and that is more than enough. Who needs trappings and baubles and empty words?
But there is a complexity there that mustn't be forgotten. She's got a streak of mischief that surfaces at the most inappropriate moments and Hannyfath is a wizard with her claws when it comes to tipping things over, dropping things in the oil barrel or generally wreaking havok for the sake of amusement. The one thing that can be said is that she genuinely means no harm with her pranks. She just enjoys playing them. However, unlike one of her clutchmates who does the same with an innocent air, Hannyfath's guilt is always easy to see. She can't hide it, not in your mind and not in her body language.
She's a very devoted sort of a dragon, inclined to form attachments to things, places, people and dragons that she likes. Very loyal, very faithful although definitely not in the spanial-mode. Rather, if you are good to Hannyfath, she'll be good back. She also believes quite strongly in the innate good of the world.
In proddiness, Hannyfath is definitely different. She gets flustered by all the attentions of the males and this is the only time *ever* that you will hear her snap or snarl. She'll see-saw between flirtatiousness and wanting to go hide where no one can find her, alternately seeking attention and running away from it. A tease but not intentionally so. During the actual Flight, she tends to get bored after a while and has a tendency to pick who she wants to be caught by rather than leaving it purely up to fickle chance. However, chance always has it's say!
As a young dragon, Hannyfath is rather adolescentish. Moody a lot of the time, trying out her wings — metaphorically and literally. While she has and will always have her innate self-assurance and an innately calm and laid-back temperament, lack of experience does sometimes mean she misjudges matters. As a result, things happen which she honestly did not mean to « How was I supposed to know that would offend him? » and she sometimes sulks or gets thoroughly down about it all.
Physically, she has little trouble. She's relatively co-ordinated right from the start and only rarely trips over her feet or tail. However, she has a tendency to suffer from patchy hide more than most so be on watch with the oil all the time. In particular, she suffers from itchiness about the base of her head knobs and along the backs of her legs. Both places are hard for her to scratch by scrubbing her head or legs against the sand on the beach for instance.
When she goes proddy for the first time, you may be a little startled at just how much her emotions swing around. It's a bit of a rollercoaster and when she understands it all after it's all over, she'll be rather put out at how much it upsets her usually nice laid-back and casual life. But her first flight won't be much different from her later ones. In all cases, it's those hormones stirring her up.
Why Khardan? Why, who else would be more fitting? Kh'dan is cool, calm, laid back. A comforting partner who doesn't need a nursemaid and who will not nursemaid her.
Soft Eddies of Sylvan Wind
Silver winds and moonlit forests is a nicely poetic description of Hannyfath's mindvoice. It varies just like the wind and listening to it reminds one of the sound of leaves rustleing in a forest. It's all laid over with this silvery shimmer as well, colorless like moonlight but somehow still with a sense of dark forest greens that will always be elusive. It's a very peaceful mindvoice despite tending into the soprano tones.
Mentally, she tends to be much inclined to use wordless communication via emotions and images. They carry more meaning for her, are less likely to be misunderstood.
Hannyfath is from 'Hanifa', a Greek name, meaing 'true believer'. I pronounce it 'hanni-fath'. This name was selected since the meaning suited and it looks and sounds unusual.
'Always Be My Baby' by Mariah Carey
We were as one babe
For a moment in time
And it seemed everlasting
That you would always be mine
Now you want to be free
So I'm letting you fly
'Cause I know in my heart babe
Our love will never die
You'll always be a part of me
I'm part of you indefinitely
Boy don't you know you can't escape me
Ooh darling 'cause you'll always be my baby
And we'll linger on
Time can't erase a feeling this strong
No way you're ever gonna shake me
Oh darling 'cause you'll always be my baby
I ain't gonna cry no
And I wont beg you to stay
If you're determined to leave boy
I will not stand in your way
But inevitably you'll be back again
'Cause you know in your heart babe
Our love will never end
I know that you'll be back boy
When your days and your nights get a little bit colder
I know that you'll be right back baby
Oh baby believe me it's only a matter of time
|Name||Love Will Never End Green Hannyfath|
|Created By||Qyh, Rh'al|
|Hatched||January 26, 2002|