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Weyrling Barracks are notoriously dirty, and many have accepted this as a simple fact of life. Not so with Ixiara.

From the moment her newly hatched Ghinath was properly taken care of and her attention was free Ixiara was scrubbing. All of her life she had been careful to keep her possesions organized and her quarters spotless. It was a tendancy that grew from her nature; whatever she was doing had to run smoothly and predictably, and wherever she lived she had to know exactly where everything was so that it would be handy if she needed it. With determination bordering on an attack she cleared the dirt and dust from Ghinath's stone couch and set about organizing the supplies meant for her dragon's use. Once that feat was accomplished she turned her attention to her own living quarters. All in all it took several hours for her to be satisfied. During the entire process Ghinath lay quietly, her newly oiled hide gleamed softly as she watched her weyrmate through half-lidded eyes. She radiated amusement but not derision: Ixiara's ministrations both on Ghinath and on Ghinath's living space had pleased the young dragon.

In the end Ixiara's cot was cleaned and oranized to her satisfaction. It gave an impression of space: years of practice had given Ixiara considerable skill in fitting many objects into tight spaces and she had very few possessions with her in the first place. The small bed was neatly made, the various items on the shelves were in order, and there wasn't a speck of dust anywhere.

Name: Ixiara
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Rank: Weyrling, Impressed to Green Ghinath

Appearance: Rather unobtrusive. She is pretty enough but not particularly glamorous. Her hair is a medium-toned brown shade, somewhat curly, and her eyes are also brown - but dark enough that they look black. She usually keeps her hair tied back in a ponytail.
She is five feet, four inches tall and weighs around 120 lbs.

History: Ixiara grew up in Telgar Hold working with her father watching the hold's herdbeasts. Her mother was never comfortable with her only child doing such work but took it in stride, as her father had no son to teach he was perfectly happy to pass what he knew to Ixiara instead. She knows quite a lot about animals as a result. When dragonmen rode on search she had the good fortune to be in the hold at the right time and place.

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Impression Messages

Trembling began for the Stone Egg, one of the few eggs remaining. It had been sitting still for most of the hatching, as if observing the antics of its clutchmates. But once the blue had broken out, it decided it was time to reveal itself from beneath the weight of its own shell. Cracks ran up the sides from the bottom and then the egg cracked right open in two halves, splitting to unearth a deep green hatchling. She pushed away the rest of the egg, unfurling herself and taking the first unsure step onto the hot sands.



Beneath the Surface Green Hatchling
Verdant - as only found in areas bolstered by torrential rain and floods - is the best description for this green. Hers is the deep, true color of the earth. Like waves lapping at the shoreline, so does shamrock green ripple along her side flanks, from her belly upwards, and meld into smooth emerald. Hunter green wraps around her headknobs, reminiscent of algae and underwater plants, but otherwise, her full body color is that of precious stones: emerald. She’s a thin, long thing, with sculpted legs and a winsome face, and not even the slightest sign of any flaw. To say she is perfection would be going too far, but to say she is anything except attractive is a dire understatement.

Uncertainly quickly lent itself to confidence, a rare kind only to be found in females with a certain prowess. She curled in her wings, letting the egg membrane dry before she attempted to lift them – they were heavy enough on their own without added weight. It was in good time that she plodded towards the candidates, taking her time in assessing each one. If they got too close or they shied away, she passed them over, but each of the remaining was given her jaundiced eye. Only the best could win her affections over, and that happened to be a pretty enough girl with brown curls.

As Ixiara knelt down next to the injured girl the sands shifted in front of her and she looked up to meet the ominous eyes of the newly hatched blue. She leaned back in shock, expecting, based on the look in his eyes, for the blue to attack her the same way the other hatchlings had. He obviously had other plans, however, since the handsom little fellow turned away. He blew air down his nose at another girl before arriving before his chosen candidate. Ixiara laughed out loud, half out of relief and half because the little blue was so charismatic with his pretty-boy attitude. She honestly hoped that a lifetime of competing with browns and bronzes didn't knock that quirky nature out of him. He, like his green sister, seemed to know exactly what he wanted.
As her laugh died out and she sat back, Ixiara felt something tickle in the back of her mind. Blinking, she raised a hand to the back of her head and rubbed beneath her hair. A puzzled frown briefly crossed her face before the most beautiful music began to weave its way through her thoughts. Her shoulders slowly dropped and her mouth fell open as she listened. It was a hypnotizing melody that drew her in, closer and closer to the source. Water... it was water. Deep... soft, liquid melody. She was drawn like a moth to a flame, in her mind she could almost see its surface - green light dancing in sparkles along it. Joy, the music promised, and her heart sang. She raised a hand in a half-attempt to touch it, her eyes unfocused and unseeing, and...

Her fingers met with something soft, something slightly damp, and a blast of sudden coldness shocked her: as if she had fallen into the water that she was trying to touch. Her eyes closed and she gasped, but the music... that sweet, beautiful song, soothed the sudden fear that had risen within her. Love. Pure, simple, adoration. She felt it and she gave it, and her hand pressed gently against that wonderfully soft object she had touched. Come to me. Yes, come. A voice said to her, it seemed to come from within her, but at the same time was not of her. It reminded her somehow of her mother, soothing and warm - like a pair of open arms. You’re mine now. The voice promised, and with a longing cry Ixiara opened her eyes and raised her other hand as well. The beautiful green hatchling stood before her, her multi-faceted eyes whirling softly. Her left hand joined her right in cupping the dragon's face. She saw the little hatchling and, incredibly, she saw herself; reflected through the eyes of the dragon: her dragon, for she knew now - in a vague way - what had happened. The beautiful creature was hers, and she belonged to her in return. Never again would she be alone, never again would she want to be alone. There was nothing, nothing that could harm her or make her afraid anymore. As the hatchling spoke her name, Ixiara felt as if her heart would burst. I’m Ghinath and you, Ixiara, will show me how I can stop this feeling. I’m starving.

"Oh you darling," she whispered, leaning her head forward until it touched Ghinath's, "You wonderful, beautiful darling. Yes, of course." She stood up slowly, her right hand never breaking contact with the soft hide of her life-mate. "Please don't worry," she said soothingly, rubbing her eyes with the heel of her free hand and telling herself that the moisture there was not tears, "I'll fix it, I promise."