GENDER: Female
AGE: About 19
ORIGIN: Danach
OCCUPATION/RANK: Candidate @ Vella Crean
HAIR: Silver, straight and smooth, and down past her waist.
EYES: Huge, silver and liquid, opalescent, with long silver lashes..
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: A tall, long, slim body, not lanky in any way. Walks smoothly, like silk, and her limbs never seem to get in the way, although they are so long, like her neck and torso. Large, long-silver-lashed eyes and small, silvery lips. Long fingers with long silver nails. And, oh yeah, she's completely silver, but her skin is so pale silver that it seems almost white, with a faint sheen of irridescence.
VOICE QUALITY: Smooth and sultry.
CLOTHING: Shimmering silver silk dresses, slips really, that trace her contours but don't cling, and ripple and sway when she walks, making a soft 'swish' sound. Glass and silver heels that seem to make her walk on air.
JEWELRY: Large silver hoop earrings, and she has many places to put them, as her ears have been pierced several times.
FAMILY: None known of. She prefers to live solitary, if she does have family.
PREFERENCE/ RELATIONS: It is not known, since her manner is so cold and icy and she has never shown any love toward anyone but the moon.
PETS: Little silver fish that swim in her crystal fountain.
SKILLS: Singing: she can hypnotize. And dancing.
PERSONALITY: Cold, distant, and icy, always silky smooth and sultry: you want her, you hate her, you can't have her. Commanding. She is perfection and she knows it. Distant. Assured and confident.
Eventually Eiven and Grigh, the tallest silverin and so the monarchs, gave a child to Eiven's line, and the people rejoiced--or as much as silverin can rejoice.
The child's name was Eighe, and she was the most beautiful silverin child Metallithkin had ever seen. It was plain to see she would be a grand ruler, perhaps even more so than her father and mother.
But it was not to be.
So Eighe left her home in the high mountains of her clan to explore a world, a new world...
She found herself upon Earth, in a throng of people shouting gaily and bright flashes of light. Upon a long walkway was a sinuous feline of a woman, pursing her lips and showing off her clothing to the various photographers that crowded around her. Eighe was entranced, and quietly pushed her way through the crowd to an empty walkway, which she climbed and stood upon, staring down at the people below her with mingled contempt and confidence on her face. The crowd gasped as one, and the journalists moved from the felinic female to Eighe's walkway.
Thus Eighe became a model, an elite, aloof creature worshipped and loathed by thousands, clothing and money and jewels lavished on her, her picture blown up and posted across countless road-side billboards.
One young photographer, a novice in the ways of models, was by chance at one of Eighe's gigs. As he lifted the camera to his eyes, he was spellbound, entranced by her beauty and grace. Her eyes, her hair, her lips, even her skin held a faint silver tinge, a glow. The camera clattered to the ground, and he pushed his way to the front of the walk, desperately seeking Eighe's attention. However, she barely saw him and walked back down the runway and into a door. It closed, and the young man, Daniel, was left with only her image to cherish.
He did not give up. Every morning Eighe found chocolates and flowers, mostly red and white roses, filling her room, and costly new dresses, splendid things, tucked into her closets. Intrigued, Eighe agreed to meet the young photographer but was pulled away to another gig before Daniel had barely said a word. However, that first impression was enough for the haughty silverin, who did not think on him again but enjoyed the gifts he sent. She became more and more aloof as her fame rose to the skies, as her wealth filled the banks. She spent her days in luxury, as a noble queen of silverin should, and not once did she think of Metallithkin or of the man Daniel, a worthless boy in her eyes.
Jewels, diamonds and opal, and silver covered her ears, neck, arms and legs, fingers and toes, and glitter sparkled in her long flowing silver hair, as if the moonlight and starbeams were reflected there. She wore thin dresses of silver and white silk, that clung to her curves and made musical swishing sounds when she walked. Shoes of glass and silver made her seem to float through the air.
She was held as a goddess in the eyes of men.
But then the gilderin came, a dazzling creature, dazzling as the sun, her skin glittering gold as well as everything else. She was laughter and light and joy and beauty, musical to the eyes and the ears. Her clothing was bright and happy, not only golden but fantastic colors, a prism of color. Eighe was no longer the most beautiful, in comparison to the gilderin, a woman who was inferior on her planet. Eighe's anger boiled, she thought of Metallithkin and longed for righteousness, the order to which she belonged where she was queen and this new gilderin, Glorie, was the peasant, a commoner.
Eighe fell from the top. It was a hard fall, in which she lost all that she had been given, all her precious jewels and clothing and fame and wealth. All the love and worship lavished on her was now spent on the gilderin; men were kissing her feet, proclaiming her an Aphrodite.
The world seemed dark, even as light, the sun, came to replace the moon as dawn replaces night.
Daniel came to the silverin woman, love in his eyes. Eighe was surprised at his devotion; he followed her even in the wake of her downfall. But when he spoke of love to Eighe, the ice in her heart made her reply as cool as snow.
"You are but a child--you know not what love is." Daniel persisted; he believed in his love in the utmost way. Still Eighe pushed him from her, but her heart had begun to warm to the young man, and she stopped seeing him as a boy. The ice melted, and a flow of emotion came from the silverin in tears as glowing and pale as the moon. In Daniel's arms she melted to the floor, his tears mingling with hers. But in her love and his, Eighe's memory came to him and urged him to go to the gilderin.
"There you will find love that will love you; bring sunlight into your life with the gilderin girl."
Daniel went, and Eighe was left as a puddle, clear and silvery, waiting to soak into the earth or be taken back to Metallithkin.
Neither happened. Instead, a dragon came to Eighe, and its rider managed to freeze the silverin princess back into her original size and shape.
SHE is a NEW LIGHT COURT DRAGON. They can speak both mentally and verbally from birth, and are especially vulnerable to slight things such as the weather, and the moods of the riders. There are no changes made in the dragons during their hatchling hood, but once they reach adolesence, all hatchlings go through a brief period of pain in which their crests grow, literally. While Light Court dragons do not go through as much pain as the Dark Court dragons, it can be a slight numbing effect for a while.
The light court dragons are impressive in size, but mostly, in their flight stunts. Very agile even with some sizes, the dragons can be pretty impressive once they decide to fight some natural force with fire as their weapon. While the Light Court dragons are not passive, they are not quite as aggresive as their counterparts.
The Hatching!
It’s hatching! It’s hatching! Drag your asses down here.
With this cry ringing through every able bodied mind within the Vella Crean, it wasn’t hard to see why the waiting was so short. Upon reaching the grounds and seeing the candidates rounded up around the eggs, Maramia let out a sigh of relieve, looking almost anxiously at the positions filled by the three members of the dark court. There was something… soft about them at the moment, something eerily quiet as they sat still, watching the proceedings. Lollaseth had finally unearthed the eggs, and all looked to see thirteen glistening eggs on the sands, with a odd hardened texture of crackled cement. Knowing that had anything been wrong with the eggs, Lollaseth would have called her down, the four leaders of the Vella Crean, and the two riders from Ryslen watched with tense expectation.
Two blues the shade of ice on a cold day hatched together, one heading for Ulrep with determination.
“You’ve come at last.” his voice rose over the hatchings. “My name is Ximboth, and we will always be together.”
The other blue had walked coolly to the frozen form of Eighe, a certain grace in her walk that had not existed in the previous hatchlings. Yet her tone was anything but confident. “If I love you… will your love melt you again?”
“Of course not Eurieth…”
