Ambrosia has had two incarnations, and has yet to figure out what path to take. She is not a shapeshifter, but she distinctly remembers being smooth-skinned in the past, on a distant planet called Pern.
Original story dates back to the early 00s
Page was originally found on geocities.com/raanatani/ambrosia.html
Ambrosia is the only daughter of a moderately placed Guild family. Her father runs a trade center near the coast, taking in ships goods and assigning them to caravans. Ambrosia has watched her father work all her life, and truly enjoys seeing the way things function.
Her mother is somewhat sickly, and Ambrosia hopes that she never reaches the state that she's in. She is a plump girl, but a healthy and attractive one. Her skin is peaches and cream complexion, very smooth and rarely burnt in the sun. Her hair is a deep, chestnut-rust red, with glossy apple-red highlights in the sunlight. Ambrosia's sultry eyes are brilliant blue. Her face is usually seen with a smile, albeit a sly, knowing one.
Having grown up near the sea, she is used to seeing a huge variety of people come and go. Fishermen to gypsies, dragonriders to rich House brats. Her favorite people by far are the dragonriders. She admires the freedom they have to fly across the world and see the sights... But she respects them greatly, their work is so important to keeping life moving!
When Ambrosia came home one late summer afternoon, her mother weakly called for her from her room.
"M-mother? Are you all right?" She said, entering the dark chamber with unease.
"Ambrosia," her mother said, drawing a ragged breath, "I am not well... Your father, he must be working still..."
"He is, but... I can call him in. I will call him, mother. Don't--" She found herself almost saying, 'don't die' but she swallowed it. She bolted out of the hold and ran back to the docks where she knew her father was doing business. Her booted feet nearly slipped on the cobbled dock street, and one of the young seacrafter boys caught her.
"Father--" she gasped, "it is mother, I think--"
The man dropped his happy work-face, and put the bolt of sample cloth that he was dealing with back in its crate. He bellowed out an order for work to continue, but then all but teleported to get to his home.
Ambrosia did not go straight home. Instead, she stopped in at a guild house where she knew a healer resided. He was but a trainee, but he had experience with Ambrosia's mother. They reached the trade captian's home and Ambrosia hesitated before opening the door to her mother's sick room.
She saw her father holding her pale, weak hand, but she heard the woman's ragged breath clearly. It was not a pleasant sound. The healer passed Ambrosia and gave her shoulder a squeeze before entering, but his face was dour.
Ambrosia waited, hearing low voices but not even trying to listen to what they said. When the healer and her father finally came out again, it was well past sunset, and neither of them had a happy look.
Tellar's eyes held tears, as he nodded to Ambrosia. "She's at peace now," he said, before his voice could crack. Ambrosia ran to her father's embrace, while the healer contacted his apprentices to deal with the body.
Ambrosia watched this with a distant ache. When her mother had been wrapped, readied for funeral, Ambrosia pushed her face into her father's chest. It was hard to do, since she was taller than he -- like her mother had been. "Father, I will not die like that," she moaned. "I cannot bear that..."
"You will not, then..." He said. "I'll need assistance keeping the records and work loads clear."
"I can do that," Ambrosia replied, wiping the long stains of tears from her normally cheerful face. "I can keep them well. It comes easy for me."
With half a light of a smile in his sad eyes, then, Tellar said, "then you're going to start earning your keep tomorrow. We've a ship arriving."
It was good work. For two years after her mother had passed away, Ambrosia kept her father's shipping records, did the basic duties that any partner in business would do. They had more than enough gold to hire servants to clean the house and cook, which Ambrosia appreciated. She knew that there were limits to what she could do, and still keep the books correctly.
Tellar came home early one afternoon, with a broad smile on his round face. "Amby, there is someone outside. They're calling for anyone of age."
"Of age for what," she asked, almost flatly. "I'm only seventeen."
"That would be about right," said a man that Ambrosia had not met before. She jumped, as she had been working hard to get the books balanced. He had a rider's jacket on, and knots that said he was a--
"He's here on Search," added Tellar, "and that blue dragon of his outside is too big to be kept waiting!"
"Ahh, Loyeth doesn't take up much space. Don't worry. I'm Tr'yan and yes, a search rider from Calyeni Caverns."
Ambrosia put down her quill, closed the record book, and gave her father a look asking his permission. The grin on his face was enough.
There were others outside, mostly boys since this was mainly a sea-faring town and needed good strong young men to work. There were one or two other girls. But none of them were sniffed at as much by the blue dragon, as Ambrosia was.
"Well, he says that you're the one he was sniffing for. Would you like to stand on our sands? There is a very special clutch there right now." Tr'yan announced, as the other young people, disappointed, turned back to their work.
Excited suddenly, Ambrosia's eyes lit up, then her face fell. She turned to her father. "But, who will do your books? And make sure you get your rest?"
"Ah, Amby, let me worry about that. You said that you wouldn't want to stagnate in your life, not the way Ameret did..." His mention of her mother drew a sad look to Ambrosia's face for a moment. But he continued. "This life killed her, Amby. I was born to it, but you ... You have a choice. Take it." He hugged her, arms strong as ever, but with a sigh in his chest.
"Oh father... I will make you proud. And mother's memory."
"It will be hard work," Tr'yan said, "if you do bond at all. There are many things to take care of in a cavern, and... life is a bit different than here."
"I can adjust," Ambrosia said, drawing herself up. "And I am no stranger to work. I did all the cleaning and cooking, while mother was ill, and that was from when I was a child until about my fourteenth birthday. So let me gather my things, if I'm allowed?"
"Of course," the rider said, and while they waited outside, Tr'yan complimented Tellar on his daughter's courage. "Some girls faint dead away, or are afraid they'll get their hands dirty."
"She's a good girl," Tellar explained. "She has heart."
Ambrosia, once packed, brought with her things she wanted to remind her of her parents, of her life, but most of all, of her mother. Tr'yan helped her on to Loyeth's back, and they winged their way to Calyeni Caverns.
The Caverns were a lovely place, a bit confusing at first but Ambrosia caught on quickly to the twists and turns of the place. It was the first time she'd ever been in a cavern like this, having spent most of her life outside in actual houses and huts, streets and such. The inside of a Cavern was the most foreign thing to her, even beyond the dragons.
Ambrosia and Amaryllisith have participated in the Cathair Fionabhainn Braethas Raug flight frenzy - she was caught by two wonderful males, Bronze-white Tiassath of Ryslen, and Blue-Green Sapphire dragon Doidith. They will have fine offspring!
** Clips from the flight-fion.html page which are way too broken with layered images to import easily, and also the Raug flight/hatching by ktrenal in 2002!** also note I am so not going to redo that rainbow mental voice lol just imagine it's in rainbow colors like above....
Once again, the Nexus records room was alive with activity. Somewhere between the Kshau Isle on Paniya/Alskyr, the Healing Den, and Zekira, this nebulous room that exists upon many levels of reality seemed to attract all sorts of people.
-- from flight --
After failing to catch Shivath, bronze-white Tiassath had chased several other females, before his eyes fell on one he knew he must win. With the determined edge of the dragon who'd found the mate he considered the most beautiful in the entire flight, he dove towards rainbow Amaryllisith, barely noticing as other dragons had to swerve sharply to avoid an impact with him.
Almost sneaking up behind the rainbow, Tiassath twisted his tail around hers, drawing them together, an action copied by Felio'meh on the ground as he wrapped his arms around Ambrosia. Together, felinoid and red panda morph moved away towards a private room of their own, following other pairs in the direction of the rooms that had been prepared for the flight.
-- from flight --
Another returner to the flight, rainbow Amaryllisith was searching for another mate. Not that she was disatisfied, but she certainly wasn't tired yet. There was however one smallish male who did seem rather tired, but had yet to find a mate, so Amaryllisith moved in closer to him and wrapped herself around him.
Blue-green Doidith accepted Amaryllisith's company gratefully. It was his first mating flight, and he'd been becoming disheartened at his inability to catch a single female. But the rainbow female who'd come to him was easily the most beautiful in the entire flight, and he was grateful.
His rider Ch'nayral however was not too pleased. His dragon had successfully mated, yes, but with a dragon who's rider was already occupied, leaving him very much alone.
-- from flight-fion2.html --
With the great Braethas Raug flight behind them, the Kshau riders gathered near the huge Hatching sands cavern to watch their dragons lovingly protect their eggs. Precious few eggs, for such a huge flight! Around fifty eggs, for more than eighty participants! So much work...
-- from hatching (her offspring only)
** And then, before Kataela had chance to look around at the rest of those attending the Hatching, the first egg cracked open. A silence descended upon the Cathair as everyone stopped talking to watch the first egg hatch, to see what dragon was inside, and perhaps identify the parents, if it were possible to do so.
A delicate nose poked out of the egg, coloured with white and starry, and when the rest of the egg broke open, a beautiful starry and white hatchling fell out onto the sand, looking awkward for a few moments, before getting to her feet. Her chest scales were coloured with vivid rainbow circles, and when she snapped her wings open, they were coloured in a similar manner. She looked around her, and then her eyes settled on Arianne. Greetings Arianne, she said softly. My name is Nelessanalth.
There was a resounding applause for the first dragon of the clutch to hatch, and a large dragon, a starry no less to hatch first was considered in a way to be a good sign for the rest of the clutch. Not that there were many worries about this clutch now, with the first glance of the hatchlings within.
** And then, perhaps just to make the situation even more confusing, a blue dragonling with long, flippered feet, rainbow bands across his otherwise blue hide, and blue-green wings and membranes stumbled awkwardly towards the pair, tilting his head in the direction of Aelonnith and Delphonth. May I join you? he asked politely. My name is Asporinath.
Aelonnith looked about to reply, before Berloth was pounced on by a delicate green with softly rainbow coloured membranes, and mottled blue-green feathered wings. Don't forget Jephelinth! she exclaimed loudly, and quite content just to sit on Berloth, before being forcibly pushed off by Keritenth.
Before any more dragons could find their way towards Aelonnith and Berloth, several riders, Ketrenal included, bounded onto the sands to usher the group of six away from the sands and the remaining eggs. There had to be some left for the other Candidates after all!
** there are no records of Rothiachaeth's eventual results, multibonded with a dragoness attending the event
** The remaining copper and the blue seemed to have no interest in bonding, and so the copper, Iresstorapth was sent to Fire Ridge, and the blue, Ortaikimolth went to Dragonwillow.
|Skills or Profession: currently dragon rider, but tapped as a records keeper|
|Personality: as above|
Events or History: as above
Name: Amaryllisith (aa ma RILL ih sith)