Born in White Valley to Mikaal and Drake, Midra is one of the few multiple-limbed members of the ship who cannot shapeshift. He can however control every other aspect of his body's cells and heal himself at will. He is a marvelous telepath, with senses that reach world wide (or ship wide, if they are not near a world). He is heavily susceptable to psionics, however. He often uses his electric controls to fix items aboard the ship.
He often has a dramatic look in his eye, to match his dramatic shape. He has four arms, each of which have several spines, and feathery frills which grow quite long. He has a long, somewhat bent tail, and very large long ears, a muzzle and catlike features. His skin is covered in a very slight amount of fur, like velvet, and is blue-violet in color with all of the spare trim on his feathers being golden. His hair is hazel and brown, and his eyes are hazel and violet mix.
Midra is a clever sort, both in and out of books. He can hold his own in conversation with those who on Zekira had much more education than he ever could have. Aboard the ship, he is reliably found in the engineering department, or keeping up the small applyances for people.
His quarters are painted quite dark, but have a clever coating which reacts to both body heat and psionic energy. So when someone comes in, the walls literally glow with life! Parties are quite fun in his quarters.
Midra wants to find an animal friend who is charged with electric energy, purely to play along with his own theme.
He knows that perhaps this egg, and Tresis' if he doesn't screw up that one, might be the start of a truly wonderful bunch of dragons wherever they finally settle. He knows that it will be important to bring in new blood from other clutches, so he hopes that once these hatch, there will be a way to visit the Glenn again.
Midra keeps a glowing chart on the wall near the egg's cradle. On it, he's written:
Egg
Parents: Utopia and Atlantis
Type: unknown
Color: Purple, Male
Name: Wisdom
Though the little guy couldn't speak or even really try to communicate anything other than hunger and distress at the new world he'd just hatched into, Midra could sense strongly that this was a bond to be reckoned with!
His telepathic ability aided Midra in keeping the temperature and moisture right in the new dragon's area.
From the hatchling, even as young as a few hours old, Midra could sense a strong, heartful and sensible type in this dragon. For that reason, he announced that the hatchling's name is Wisdom. He knows that this little guy will live up to his name!
"That's a vase."
"What does it do?" He asked, eyes searching the 'vase' for some obvious purpose. This one was not reasonably obvious for it was empty. Midra noticed this immediately, and stood from his desk to correct both problems.
"Well," he said, urging Wisdom to follow him. The dragon got to his feet and kept looking back at the 'vase' until they were out of his quarters. "The vase is only an ornament."
"What is an ornament?"
"It's ... something you put onto something else, to make it pretty."
They shortly arrived at one of the popular spots on the ship, the large open-air park area near the middle of the great craft. Though completely enclosed except at the very front top, where there was a narrow window looking out at the eternal night and stars, the huge room was warm and filled with life of all kinds. Night and day passed in this room with the help of both Zekiran powers and the carefully constructed lighting above which simulated a sun passing overhead.
The park was not empty at the moment, so of course some of the inhabitants had to come say hello! Some of them had seen Wisdom before, but he'd rarely come out of his home while still a mere hatchling. They were so impressed to see that not only did the beautiful creature walk with a dignified air, but he was speaking -- albeit a bit like a young child.
When Midra shooed the others away, it relieved Wisdom a bit. There were so many people he had not seen more than once or twice, so he had to wrack his young brain and remember them. He would recall all of them, soon enough! But it was Midra whom he looked to and loved most. Midra walked toward a colorful patch of the artificially sunlit area, where there were many breeds of flowering plants gathered into clever arrangements.
"Ooooh! This is very ... ornament!" Wisdom commented. Midra chuckled, and corrected him gently.
"Ornamental, dear thing. You'll learn those words soon enough. But here, this is what I wanted to show you." On that note, he indicated a flower and Wisdom went up to it to investigate. A few moments later, they'd picked some of the flowers, and he learned what a 'vase' was good for!
