Blue Ipsiranth From day one, Ipsiranth was a blue dragon, and not just in color. Hatching had been a challenge - he'd exhausted himself getting out of that thick shell, and had not bonded anyone. Not dragon, not human. The magic moment passed, he was alone in the world, where everyone had someone.
Ipsiranth was as depressed as a dragon could get without suiciding. The constant reminders that he was welcome by the folks of the Caer was nice, but... Ipsiranth just wasn't taking it to well. |
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I suppose there are worse things than not bonding... again... Ipsiranth said gloomily as he set off. It took a bit of time to get used to Fionabhainn, being that the sun never truly set there, but Ipsiranth didn't care. He was too depressed to notice. There were already nine candidates for the clutch when Ipsiranth arrived, and according to his life, he was sure he wouldn't be bonding, and didn't see why he should stay. Threntrith wasn't too pleased with his attitude, and demanded that one of the other dragons stay with him at all times until the hatching so he didn't do something stupid and leave one of her children unneccesarily unbonded. So Ipsiranth waited... And then there was Ice Green Geahrath.... more soon.
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Ipsiranth is not available for readoption/sponsorship. Cathair Fionabhainn |
Time passed, and Ipsiranth grew. And grew. And grew. Surprisingly, he was rather large and muscular, considering how depressed he was, how little he ate, and how little he did anything but mope. When Meghana returned from Caer Talor Cliff, she and Seoltath did their best to keep the blue in high spirits. When news of a due to hatch clutch off at Fionabhainn reached them, they suggested that Ipsiranth give it a shot. Can't hurt to try.
