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IBRoadRunR | Deinha
Sebayeth

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It was a dark and stormy night...
...Well, actually, it was just very, very, LATE at night. Anyway, the dragons were suddenly humming, and the eggs were rocking: it was hatching time at Starmount Weyr.
What should come of this, but that a stumbling, nervous, sweating young woman -- Deinha -- should be found by a delicate, softly beautiful young hatchling. A gold hatchling with wonderful hints of dawning pink and rose swirling along her smooth hide, who tested, tasted, and finally settled herself firmly in the surprised candidate's -- now weyrling's -- mind and proclaimed herself Sebayeth. Now and forever.
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With soft lines, slim lines, each feature delicate and yet possessed of a certainty in its placement, she is poised, smoothly gleaming in subtly striated ripples of honey and amber; her hide glistens warmly, the metallic undertones flickering like dew across the golden flesh. The hint of yellow tipped rose painting her muzzle trickles back between her eyeridges in a galaxy-like sworling blaze, drifting in a clouded haze to tinge her headknobs with the faintest dawning pink. Tail, talon, and wings are each a bit overlarge for her petite frame just now. Her tail slips in prehensile fashion, slender, deft, and quite long, behind her while her talons, dark like teakwood, scrape at the ground as she moves. Her wings are lined with purest amber tones, the gemtone brilliance fading as it bleeds onto her wingsails and, like a morning flower, blossoms suddenly to a gloriously warm dawning gold that is so tinted with veining red as to flare to rose when caught full in the light. There's a certain natural grace about the young queen's movements, for all the lengthy proportions.
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Like a whisper, the dulcet tones rise and fall in an almost musical descant, not so much intruding or interrupting your own thoughts as insinuating themselves into the wave of ideas, reactions, and emotions and simply riding them, wrapping them in a reassuring warmth tinged with the backlit rosey gold that creeps across the sky at dawn. If you've ever sat on a hillside and simply listened to the breezes brush by as the sun rose, you might recall the gentle lilting rise and fall, with the warmth of the sunlight finally reaching you, and recognize it as the flavour of her voice.
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Quick Personality: Delicate and graceful, curious and determined.
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