Selenae Steelclaw
You materialize in a giant room, with stone walls covered all over of tapestries depicting old folktales and moonsinger art. In the corner waves a rainbow shower of threads attatched to a mahogany triangular base that flutters in beat to a non-existant breeze. In the corner of the room is Selenae, curled up on the floor next to a large computer terminal.
Blinking in happiness, Selenae rises and grins. "Welcome to my personal chambers, visitor! I assume you had a question or wanted to get to know me . . ." At this you nod your head, knowing it to be true. "Well, then, you've come to the right place, my friend! To the right you see a portrait of me, drawn quite graciously by my good friend Sunfire Earthenwing.
"If that isn't enough, I'm working on my history . . . although it is a sad tale and I don't like writing about it much. If you like, you can find out a little more about me by reading what I have so far in my members of the weyre roster.
"As to what I am, it is a confusing tale. Perhaps a section of a conversation with another dragon (Rexalc Stormcrest) shall explain it best:
"Half stone elemental? How interesting! (section snipped) So... what is the rest of you?"
"I'm not sure exactly *WHAT* my father was. I was always told by my mother (who took the shape of a pebbly-skinned amphitere, by the way) that he was a pygmie golden wyvern. Hence the small size." Selenae grins and looks down at her 20' long golden body.
"However, I'm not sure if that is correct, especially because of my traditional western shape and my unusual aptitude for moon-singing. Also, I am supposedly *SUPPOSED* to hate storms and weather of any kind, as it breaks down stone, but I love wind and rain and water of any kind. I've been known to sing up a storm, literally, with my mother cowering in a cave and yelling at me to stop. *grin*
"My suspicion is that he was also a half-elemental dragon, which makes things so complicated I don't even want to think about it." Selenae shakes her head, and then grins. "As my stone dragon heritage has caused my claws to be steel, and metal to run in my veins, I hate to think how a music or wind elemental dragon would effect me." Selenae smiles again, her head spinning. "I know that's confusing . . . I can only hope it makes *SOME* sense. I prefer not to think much about my heritage."
"As to what I do . . . I mostly spend my time managing the weyre, there are some problems that you wouldn't even begin to dream of. On the side, and what I mostly do in alt.fan.dragons (more commonly known as the Dominance/Wang Toodle/Alfandra) is moonsing, which is a type of magic used to bond with critters and to obtain their help and powers. It is a fairly difficult and powerful type of magic, but it is also very useful. It isn't that hard to learn if you were born to it, as I suspect I may be. I drew a picture of my tutor once, although it is in pencil which doesn't scan very well to the computer. She looked quite a bit like I did as a drakeling, although she is full-grown.
"I hope that made some sense, and hopefully told you a little about me and my weyre. If you have any questions, feel free to simply ask me. I also have the original 'About Me' page still up if you would like to visit it."
At this Selenae waves you on, her eyes blurry with the strain of remembering so much. The moon-shaped silver patch encirling her eye begins to glow, signifying the coming of night. "It's getting late. If you'll excuse me, I think I'll take a catnap. You may want to catch one too, there's still a lot to see," Selenae points out, indicating a greggil-sized bed in the center of the room. Shaking your head to decline the kind offer, you retreat back to the cave entrance.
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