Edysanth

Dessa's Optimistic Rose-Gold Edysanth

Pineapple Upside-Down Cake Egg

Liberally drizzled with fruity topaz glaze, buttery sponge cake bursts into the round, freckled with brown sugar. Pulpy pineapple flavors only one privileged half of the egg, each ring of sunshine gold dimpled by a candied cherry.

Pineapple Upside-Down Cake Egg dissolves into thousands of star-shards, outshone, and indeed eclipsed, by the glory of the dawning dragonet breaking through the shell, stretching forward in eager anticipation of the waiting world.

Optimistic Rose-Gold Dragonet

Morning's first rose blushes her hide with an ever present sheen of sunrise, shadows banished even from the soft span of her belly. Dragonet gangliness cannot hide the maternal curves this dawn-touched gold will possess; through bone and flesh, they stitch themselves into the very fabric of her being. And yet, there's an eternal and almost determined innocence that lingers about her: an optimism that lends strength to the smooth sails that flank brilliant sunshine along their broad edges, to the sometimes sassy arch of neck and spine, and the deep-centered sense of self that makes her a queen.

The Sands drop from beneath your feet as your stomach jumps, but the moment of panic is over as quickly as it began, cradled and soothed by a blush of sunrise certainty: » We are meant to be together. « Doubt and loneliness equally are banished, as you are buoyed on a surge of love and loyalty. » My name is Edysanth! «

Introduction:

Edysanth derives from a Hungarian word for "mother". Not only did this one sound good to us, but it contracts very well for those affectionate or exasperated moments: "Edy! We can't do that now!"

Her songs are two descriptive works by Adam Ant, "Wonderful" and "Goody Two Shoes." You'll find the lyrics to both at the end of this inspiration. Adam Ant achieved his greatest fame in the eighties, but "Wonderful" is his best known piece of the nineties. He's a little bit of a punk, a lot a bit of a goof ball, but always well-meaning.

Personality Info:

Your Edysanth is, in a word, an optimist. She's absolutely convinced that Everything Will Be All Right and that the world is a good and wholesome place. After all, she doesn't have any memories of its being bad.

In some ways she has blinders ondragon-sized rose-colored glasses, if you willwhich block out the sometimes negative realities of the world. You can see her sticking mental fingers in her ears when in an uncomfortable situation, humming and saying, » I can't hear you! Nothing's happening! «

Of course, every once in a while she'll have to face up to stress or anger, and when that happens she's like sudden lightning: it hurts her to hurt others, but once it's over, it's over. Forever forgotten, at least by Edysanth. How long you'll hold a grudge on her behalf, Denassa, is up to you. "She insulted you last week." » Did she? Well, she's nice now. «

With all that forgetting, you'd think her memory was worse even than the normal dragons, but while Edysanth tends to let go of the past, what she has a real handle on is—the future. She may not remember where you two went yesterday, but she'll know that you've got an appointment tomorrow, and if she can help it, you'll never be late to a meeting. Promises this dragon makes tend to be kept.

Edysanth is a maternal creature, but don't mistake maternal for cloistered, or asexual. Once she grows into her feminine curves, she'll be comfortable in them, and while you may see a hint of the "goody two-shoes" in her maiden flight, she'll warm up to enjoyment and even anticipation as she grows older.

Not just for eggs and offspring, either, although she'll be the model of an attentive dam on the Sands. She'll love everything: flight, mate, having someone to snuggle with, take care of her, drive her batty once she's egg-heavy (but if he goes away she wants him back). She's definitely into shared parenthood although she'll always have the last word where her eggs are concerned.

That "goody-two-shoes" aspect will come out in other areas, too - she's prickly-prim about some things: » I can't wait to learn to go ::between:: because this tail-purging is just /so/ embarrassing. Can we go somewhere private out of the barracks for this, Denassa? Please? «

She's private in her weyr, private things tucked away, perhaps a bit cluttered but nothing that can't be cleaned up in a couple of armfuls. She'll be a neat eater, too, very dainty and usually not overeating. She'll keep to herself if she does overindulge, though—after all, moms are never sick. She might fuss over others who overeat or strain themselves in their early training, lacing the fuss with a few choice words, to the effect of » Next time you'll know better. «

Physicality Info:

Think of a typical suburban soccer mom. Healthy she is, between eating well and exercising at the gym. That's how Edysanth looks and moves. She's either raring to go or just a bit too tired to move. She needs activity, but it needs to be ordered and structured. » A game with no rules? I don't like that. «

Swimming appeals to her immensely, but it's actual flight that she yearns for. Don't fear, however. She will not try to jump or skip lessons in her eagerness. Everything will come in due time.

As for her extra special itchy, it's where her wings join her shoulders. Think of the center of your back, between your shoulder blades. She can't reach that spot, but you can! You'll be rewarded with appreciative sighs, helpful directions, and even a recollection of the day's events.

Mindvoice and Body Voice:

Her voice is warm, but very crisp and to the point. It carries with it the scent of grass right after a rainstorm, or the cool breeze off a mountain. The breeze gets heavy with hints of grey rain clouds or viridian stormy skies when she's driven to true anger, frustration, or pain. There's also the rose blush of contentment, the yellow warmth of affection and the pale violet of amusement.

Remember, this inspiration is merely a guideline we've put together. Edysanth is your dragon, so feel free to keep or throw away as much of this as you want! We're thrilled to have you with us!

Credits:

Egg: Zephre

Inspiration: Adara, Kourrem, Zephre


Wonderful / Adam Ant

Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni/Bonnie Hayes

Did I tell you how much I miss

Your sweet kiss?

Did I tell you I didn't cry?

Well I lied I lie lie lied

Over real over When I nearly hit the face I loved

So tired of packaging the anger

Always pushing you away

Did I tell you you're wonderful?

I miss you yes I do

Did I tell you that I was wrong?

I was wrong Cos you're wonderful yeah

Did I tell you how much I miss

Your smile?

Did I tell you I was okay?

Well no way No way way way

Over real over When I nearly hit the face I loved

So tired of packaging the anger

Always pushing you away

Did I tell you you're wonderful?

I miss you yes I do

Did I tell you that I was wrong?

I was wrong Cos you're wonderful yeah

You're wonderful yeah yeah

Now now now each and every day

I realize the price I have to pay You

you're wonderful

And now for your information

I'm walking around like an arm decoration You

you're wonderful

So high I can't get over it

So deep I can't get under it You

You're wonderful yeah

You're wonderful yeah yeah

You're wonderful yeah yeah

You're wonderful yeah yeah

Wonderful

Did I tell you you're wonderful?

I miss you yes I do

Did I tell you that I was wrong?

I was wrong For so long long long

Did I tell you you're wonderful?


Goody Two Shoes

By: Adam Ant

With the heartbreak open

So much you can't hide

Put on a little makeup makeup

Make sure they get your good side good side

If the words unspoken

Get stuck in your throat

Send a treasure token token

Write it on a pound note pound note

Don't drink don't smoke - what do you do?

Don't drink don't smoke - what do you do?

Subtle innuendos follow

There must be something inside

We don't follow fashion

That would be a joke

You know we're going to set them set them

So everyone can take note take note

When they saw you kneeling

Crying words that you mean

Opening their eyeballs eyeballs

Pretending that you're Al Green Al Green

No one's gonna tell me

What's wrong or what's right

Or tell me who to eat with sleep with

Or that I've won the big fight big fight

Look out or they'll tell you

You're a "Superstar"

Two weeks and you're an all time legend

I think the games have gone much too far

If the words unspoken

Get stuck in your throat

Send a treasure token token

Write it on a pound note pound note

Don't drink don't smoke - what do you do?

Don't drink don't smoke - what do you do?

(REPEAT)

Subtle innuendos follow, must be something inside

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