Name: Adadar

Gender: Female

Age/DOB: 20

Origin/Species: Alskyr, Paniya, human

Family: estranged mother who is a tailor, who got them kicked out of their House

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Height/Build: quite tall, burly

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Genetic Abilities: very attentive to detail and understands people even if she doesn't want to be around them

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Image Credits: lethe

Events or History: Iron Chef story here

And shortly, not more than a day later, they were off to Brynmor. And even then, shortly, the hatching went off!

There was an air of expectation - Adadar and Droppi both noticed how very VERY pregnant the Caerlady was, and that she seemed quite uncomfortable in her weight. The other thing was that there was a big thunder shower outside, complete with bright bolts of lightning.

But the eggs commanded their attention quickly enough. Though it was almost a dozen eggs in, that even one dragonet looked toward any of them.

A pair of purples hatched, and one went to the mother's side, but the other? She walked to Adadar.

"It’s nothing to be scared of, Abaerynth. Just lightning.” She paused, as the dragonet asked, it was not all these people?

Adadar blushed, and could be heard by some as saying, “Well no, people are different from lightning.”

***

"Good," the trainer said, and arrived at the purple's station. Abaerynth. She was a shy girl still, somewhat like Adadar. But because she had to work with others on a regular basis now, both of them were coming out of their shells.

"I'm happy with your progress, Adadar, and I think your work in the medical wing will be appreciated by the less fortunate fliers."

"I'm glad to be of help, sir," Adadar nodded, she still had a hard time standing in lines like this and being scrutinized. But Abaerynth cooed and swished her tail around, with the confidence she needed. "We'll be required to fly supplies to battle sites, and we can't afford to become a casualty too."

The trainer nodded to her, and went down the line to the others, for their own little debriefing form the day's flight trials. Some dragons would be best at takeoffs, some at landings and some... just loved to fly. All three of these fledgling dragons would eventually find their niche.

***

"Dragons sure take a long time to grow up," laughed Thaulian. They had finally caught up with the trio of dragon bonders, right about the time that they were being shuffled off Brynmor. Thaulian looked over the dragons, though, and whistled. "They're beautiful, though."

"And you!" Adadar exclaimed, "Garessas' is lovely!"

"I can hardly tell their names apart," Javalen said, looking at the paper which had directed them to the Caer. "I mean, got more A-names?"

"Got any more s's on those gryphons?" Laughed Brelag.

They all began to make their way to the dragon flight area, and Droppi quietly said, "you know, it's just about time for another festival, back at Paniya. Do you think ..."

They all grinned widely. Of course they would head back to their home - but this time as escorts to the gather-goers, guards against crimes, and more importantly, as friends.

Bond

Name: Abaerynth
Gender: Female
Size/Shoulder/Length: medium 9' s / 30' l / 40' ws
Colors: purple, mottled heavily with two-toned belly paler than limbs and body; wingsails very pale lilac
Breed: Alskyran Dragon
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Parentage: Silver Abirith and White-Blue Sunilth
Origin: Brynmor clutch 7
Art By: (Talor)
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