Zhaamdar's Quarters Near the back of the huge ship, there is a quiet space. Low ceilinged and pleasantly lit, this set of rooms has a winding corridor with many small steps up or down, leading into little side rooms and one large central area filled with stepped seats. Zhaamdar's quarters. Zhaamdar is the daughter of Zhosdar and Mikaal, and has most of their combined mutations running through her. She can shapeshift into utterly anything though she prefers her normal shape. She has, like her father, telepathy without range. She and he often compare notes about nearby planets. She can sense powers and life, powers of Zekirans or other psionic people, that is. Her body is most often seen as a four-footed creature, with long semi-reptilian/semi-feline legs. She has a long, slender tail with a tuft on the end, and a set of spines over the base. Her torso is tall and strong, with long arms that also have heavy spines on them, her neck is very long and slightly steedlike, while her head has a distinctly avian look to it. Her ears are long, rounded. She has a mane down her neck, which goes all the way to where her torso joins her lower body. She has blue skin patterned with creamy underside and soft parts. Her hair/mane and tail tip are violet and red colored, while her eyes are dark red-violet. Most of her offspring lived in White Valley, and so far only Vaazhmar (with Outsider Vanya) has been born immortal. Zhaamdar is dramatic and likes to shapeshift into people for entertainment, using her acting skills to impress and make others happy.

This lovely winged spirit is Turquoise, brought aboard the ship by Viridia. He chose to remain with Zhaamdar to watch her antics, and because her powers of telepathy don't work on him she does not feel threatened by his close presence. How could anyone feel threatened when this beautiful guardian of stone is nearby? He has been assured that his appearance, while unusual to most other races, is quite normal around the Zekirans. In fact, some of the genetic scientists have even expressed interest in having him, um, among their breeding stock! He has declined, politely of course, since his job is to guard, heh, not to get THAT close to his work!

"So what is this pretty little thing you've brought for me to guard?" Turquoise asked. Zhaamdar tossed her head and her ears flapped around her neck. "It is a Mistral egg. I want you to keep it safe. We might see it hatch." Zhaamdar walked into a side room where a cabinet of interesting things were kept. "Here's something it might like. This area's a little quiet, but it'll brighten things up." "That should be nice." Turquoise said. "But what will this hatch into?" Zhaamdar grinned around her beak. "A mistral dragon - the clutch is a Miniwing, though I don't really know what it will look like, or what gender it might become." "I guess we'll know when it hatches, huh?" The winged guardian shrugged, and placed the pot with flowers onto one of the tiered areas of the main room. "I'll keep the egg here, warm." He added, putting his wings around it. Satisfied with that, Zhaamdar left to find some other things. Shortly she came back to her quarters with her arms full of small objects. Turquoise looked up, "and now what?" "I brought things... Young hatchlings might want to hear stories," she presented a book to read. "And, I know you have a very good ear for music what with your head in the air like it always is..." "It is not..." Turquoise laughed, "I just like to cheer things up..." But he took the small ocharina. "They said at the Mistral adoption center that the hatchling will want to play that too. Maybe you could teach it something?"

Turquoise said nothing about this, unsure how a dragon or any kind of animal might play an instrument. But, he'd use it. At last, Zhaamdar placed a bowl and a bottle beside the egg. "Nectar, for when it hatches..." She said. "So, right now we have a Miniwing, hasn't hatched, don't know its name or gender, and ..." "We don't know what type it'll be either..." Zhaamdar sighed. "I hope it hatches soon. I miss taking care of little ones..."

Soon enough, the egg began to quiver and shake. Turquoise informed Zhaamdar who was busy in another part of the ship, and several others came along with her when she arrived. "Look, it's hatching!" Turquoise said, proudly. "It's quite warm," he announced, moving his wings away from the shell. It abruptly broke open and a little horn poked through. Shortly, brilliant wings and a long tail completed the hatching. The little dragonet twittered a quick series of notes, something that he'd heard Turquoise play on the ocharina before he hatched. "Since you took care of him before he hatched," Zhaamdar said, "why don't you name him, Turquoise?" "How about..." The winged man pondered while the young dragon tried out his wings. "Allegro."

Viridia passed by and nodded, "good choice. He's adorable!" The red-orange Mistral twittered loudly and fell somewhat gracelessly onto his back, unable to fly just out of the shell. "He'll be fine," Zhaamdar said, laughing. "So, do we have enough to complete a plaque for your dorm?" Viridia asked, and Zhaamdar nodded. The final plaque read: Allegro Male Fire Miniwing, Mistral Dragon Parents: Wild nest, unknown First Clutch (?)

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