Aeolos
(#15340497)
Level 1 Spiral
Familiar
Emerald Cave Jewel
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Arcane.
Male Spiral
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
4.5 m
Wingspan
3.05 m
Weight
91.51 kg
Genetics
Violet
Iridescent
Iridescent
Lavender
Shimmer
Shimmer
Maize
Circuit
Circuit
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Spiral
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
5
AGI
9
DEF
5
QCK
8
INT
6
VIT
6
MND
6
Biography
AEOLOS
pyrotechnics "expert"
nutty | klutzy | idealistic | insecure
pyrotechnics "expert"
nutty | klutzy | idealistic | insecure
He'd always been a dreamer. He'd always wanted to do good things. Great things. Helpful things, scholarly things, magical things. He was sure he was meant for it. He was sure.
It turns out, we don't always get what we aspire for.
Born Arcane, descended from Wind and Light, Aeolos left his home nest as soon as he could toddle and take flight all on his own. His foggy juvenile plan seemed straightforward- find a clan of high thinkers; become an apprentice to one of their kin; do... sciencey magical stuff? he assumed... and ultimately, come out an ingenious intellectual of high honor and respect. In his young eyes, it sounded like a snap. He was smart. At least, he believed so. No one had ever told him otherwise- not that the lone traveler knew any other dragons to good extent...
Nonetheless, happenstance led the bright-eyed swirl of a hatchling to the edges of the Starwood Strand, in which he would come to a promising clan of scholars, of librarians and of inventors; dragons of Light and of Arcane, so prestigious in their pursuits of knowledge. How vainglorious they were of their brains, of their apparent accomplishments- but the starstruck Aeolos noticed none of this. He pleaded for their acceptance; the clan hesitantly allowed the small dragon into their ranks, if only to prove his worth.
And he tried.
"Aeolos, you idiot! Give me that- I can't believe you've ruined it."
He swears up and down. He tried so hard.
"No- don't put that in the cauldron! Don't you know anything?
He always tries so hard.
"Get out! Get out, you stupid thing! You're no clanmate of ours- out!"
...Far off, in the shadows- music? Sweet whistles and bells, quirky notes that drifted gently through the wind. Aeolos sniffled; he wiped away the wetness on his snout with his claws, his curiosity morbidly piqued. The young Spiral slithered carefully through the gnarled, whimsically swirling branches, too downtrodden to properly take flight. The twinkling blossoms overhead shone brightly, and among their branches were coarse fabrics tied. Red, green, yellow- bright pops layered together to form an open air tent. The chimes that had lured Aeolos to this odd place came from a delightful prismatic machine made of pipes and keys- a contraption undoubtedly captivating.
What greeted- and surprised- the child was the beak of an iridescent Skydancer suddenly coming into view. The white top hat balanced between his antenna dipped pleasantly as a welcome.
"Hello there, little one. Here to see the show?"
The Spiral blinked.
"...Where are your parents, clanmates? Are you lost?"
He hesitantly nodded.
"I see. What's your name, then?"
He spoke his name. His voice cracked with lack of use.
The Skydancer smiled warmly.
"Come along, Aeolos. Comedia welcomes all."
It turns out, we don't always get what we aspire for.
Born Arcane, descended from Wind and Light, Aeolos left his home nest as soon as he could toddle and take flight all on his own. His foggy juvenile plan seemed straightforward- find a clan of high thinkers; become an apprentice to one of their kin; do... sciencey magical stuff? he assumed... and ultimately, come out an ingenious intellectual of high honor and respect. In his young eyes, it sounded like a snap. He was smart. At least, he believed so. No one had ever told him otherwise- not that the lone traveler knew any other dragons to good extent...
Nonetheless, happenstance led the bright-eyed swirl of a hatchling to the edges of the Starwood Strand, in which he would come to a promising clan of scholars, of librarians and of inventors; dragons of Light and of Arcane, so prestigious in their pursuits of knowledge. How vainglorious they were of their brains, of their apparent accomplishments- but the starstruck Aeolos noticed none of this. He pleaded for their acceptance; the clan hesitantly allowed the small dragon into their ranks, if only to prove his worth.
And he tried.
"Aeolos, you idiot! Give me that- I can't believe you've ruined it."
He swears up and down. He tried so hard.
"No- don't put that in the cauldron! Don't you know anything?
He always tries so hard.
"Get out! Get out, you stupid thing! You're no clanmate of ours- out!"
...Far off, in the shadows- music? Sweet whistles and bells, quirky notes that drifted gently through the wind. Aeolos sniffled; he wiped away the wetness on his snout with his claws, his curiosity morbidly piqued. The young Spiral slithered carefully through the gnarled, whimsically swirling branches, too downtrodden to properly take flight. The twinkling blossoms overhead shone brightly, and among their branches were coarse fabrics tied. Red, green, yellow- bright pops layered together to form an open air tent. The chimes that had lured Aeolos to this odd place came from a delightful prismatic machine made of pipes and keys- a contraption undoubtedly captivating.
What greeted- and surprised- the child was the beak of an iridescent Skydancer suddenly coming into view. The white top hat balanced between his antenna dipped pleasantly as a welcome.
"Hello there, little one. Here to see the show?"
The Spiral blinked.
"...Where are your parents, clanmates? Are you lost?"
He hesitantly nodded.
"I see. What's your name, then?"
He spoke his name. His voice cracked with lack of use.
The Skydancer smiled warmly.
"Come along, Aeolos. Comedia welcomes all."
Story by hatterlet wrote:
{ hatterlet's shop }
Aeolos nervously wrapped himself around a thin, exposed tree root, clutching at the loose canopy silks. He peered out through a gap in the fabric and watched as Charmour doffed his top hat to the cheering crowd, taking one last final bow. The performance was ending, but the audience was in high spirits. To complete the act, Charmour allowed a small packet to fall from his hat and strike the ground. It burst on contact, leaving a misty green cloud that smelled of primroses. Aeolos anxiously nibbled a claw, hoping that the Skydancer would have time to exit before the mist faded. Sure enough, as the fog cleared, the audience roared - to their eyes, the Ringmaster had vanished.
"Good work, Aeolos." the spiral turned to see Charmour behind him. The Skydancer had managed to get out of the ring and behind the curtains in record time. "I like the perfume you added, was that Aster's work?"
"Of course. I swapped a vial of his primrose essence for a potion he could use to color his claws," Aeolos murmured dryly. Charmour chuckled. Behind the silks the audience was trickling out, a few hatchlings romping through the clouds of flower petals left from an earlier act.
"Well done tonight. Tomorrow's set to be a big crowd, do you have those flashpots ready that I asked for?" The Skydancer inquired. Aeolos blanched; he'd forgotten. "I see. Try to have them done for the opening, can't you? Get Daventreigh to help you, he's usually hanging about your workshop, isn't he?" Aeolos nodded. "Good. And get with Milly, she'll need to be familiar with the apparatus and be able to get it in the ring properly." Aeolos blushed now, his bleached-white scales filling with color as he thought of the mysterious Imperial Chamomile. He didn't usually get the chance to work with her, but he took every chance he could.
"I'll get right on it, sir." Charmour inclined his head in a low nod, then left Aeolos backstage.
The Tundra nodded his shaggy head. The low wooden cart with the flashpots, designed to look like miniature volcanoes, was finally loaded and ready. Both Aeolos and Daventriegh were exhausted, covered in a day's worth of failed-experiment residue; Aeolos had a badly singed tail, and Daventreigh had blue smears through his mane. But the props were done and ready to be used, just in time. Comedia was set to open in short order, and Charmour wanted the volcano pots for the opening act. Daventeigh stood near the arched entrance, looking up and down the long passageway that led to the stage and main tent.
"Where's Chamomile?" the Tundra asked, his low voice barely audible among the usual cacophony of bangs and whizzes going on in Aeolos' workshop. The Spiral began to gnaw nervously on a claw again. Where was she? Aeolos began to shuffle frantically through a stack of papers on his worktable - Charmour had said that she would be here to get the apparatus, right?
There was a delicate coughing noise. Aeolos whirled to see the silvery Imperial ducking through the entrance to his workshop.
"Cha- chamomile!" he stuttered, rushing forward. "I was starting to get worried! Here's the pieces Charmour reques-" In his rush, Aeolos stumbled over one of the many loose pieces of equipment strewn across his floor and fell forward, straight across the wooden cart.
For a moment, he thought nothing had happened. Chamomile extended an icy claw to help him up, As he allowed himself to be lifted from the cart, however, he heard a very disconcerting noise. The tiny volcanoes were erupting. Instead of the intended shimmering orange lava and bright sparklers, the flashpots seemed to be sprouting a flood of -
"Lilies?" Aeolos choked. Chamomile stared for a moment, then began to chuckle as the petals drifted onto the floor, collecting around her claws. Aeolos could only gape in horror. There was no time to fix the props, they had only moments to get them to the stage.
"Well," he said finally, swallowing heavily. "I hope Charmour can improvise." Chamomile gently grasped the handle of the cart, carefully steering it out of the rapidly growing pool of flowers, then pulled it into the passageway. As she left, she reached down and selected a single blossom. She turned to give Aeolos a small smile.
"I think they are beautiful." she said quietly, then disappeared down the path.
Aeolos nervously wrapped himself around a thin, exposed tree root, clutching at the loose canopy silks. He peered out through a gap in the fabric and watched as Charmour doffed his top hat to the cheering crowd, taking one last final bow. The performance was ending, but the audience was in high spirits. To complete the act, Charmour allowed a small packet to fall from his hat and strike the ground. It burst on contact, leaving a misty green cloud that smelled of primroses. Aeolos anxiously nibbled a claw, hoping that the Skydancer would have time to exit before the mist faded. Sure enough, as the fog cleared, the audience roared - to their eyes, the Ringmaster had vanished.
"Good work, Aeolos." the spiral turned to see Charmour behind him. The Skydancer had managed to get out of the ring and behind the curtains in record time. "I like the perfume you added, was that Aster's work?"
"Of course. I swapped a vial of his primrose essence for a potion he could use to color his claws," Aeolos murmured dryly. Charmour chuckled. Behind the silks the audience was trickling out, a few hatchlings romping through the clouds of flower petals left from an earlier act.
"Well done tonight. Tomorrow's set to be a big crowd, do you have those flashpots ready that I asked for?" The Skydancer inquired. Aeolos blanched; he'd forgotten. "I see. Try to have them done for the opening, can't you? Get Daventreigh to help you, he's usually hanging about your workshop, isn't he?" Aeolos nodded. "Good. And get with Milly, she'll need to be familiar with the apparatus and be able to get it in the ring properly." Aeolos blushed now, his bleached-white scales filling with color as he thought of the mysterious Imperial Chamomile. He didn't usually get the chance to work with her, but he took every chance he could.
"I'll get right on it, sir." Charmour inclined his head in a low nod, then left Aeolos backstage.
***
"Do you have it all, Daventreigh?"The Tundra nodded his shaggy head. The low wooden cart with the flashpots, designed to look like miniature volcanoes, was finally loaded and ready. Both Aeolos and Daventriegh were exhausted, covered in a day's worth of failed-experiment residue; Aeolos had a badly singed tail, and Daventreigh had blue smears through his mane. But the props were done and ready to be used, just in time. Comedia was set to open in short order, and Charmour wanted the volcano pots for the opening act. Daventeigh stood near the arched entrance, looking up and down the long passageway that led to the stage and main tent.
"Where's Chamomile?" the Tundra asked, his low voice barely audible among the usual cacophony of bangs and whizzes going on in Aeolos' workshop. The Spiral began to gnaw nervously on a claw again. Where was she? Aeolos began to shuffle frantically through a stack of papers on his worktable - Charmour had said that she would be here to get the apparatus, right?
There was a delicate coughing noise. Aeolos whirled to see the silvery Imperial ducking through the entrance to his workshop.
"Cha- chamomile!" he stuttered, rushing forward. "I was starting to get worried! Here's the pieces Charmour reques-" In his rush, Aeolos stumbled over one of the many loose pieces of equipment strewn across his floor and fell forward, straight across the wooden cart.
For a moment, he thought nothing had happened. Chamomile extended an icy claw to help him up, As he allowed himself to be lifted from the cart, however, he heard a very disconcerting noise. The tiny volcanoes were erupting. Instead of the intended shimmering orange lava and bright sparklers, the flashpots seemed to be sprouting a flood of -
"Lilies?" Aeolos choked. Chamomile stared for a moment, then began to chuckle as the petals drifted onto the floor, collecting around her claws. Aeolos could only gape in horror. There was no time to fix the props, they had only moments to get them to the stage.
"Well," he said finally, swallowing heavily. "I hope Charmour can improvise." Chamomile gently grasped the handle of the cart, carefully steering it out of the rapidly growing pool of flowers, then pulled it into the passageway. As she left, she reached down and selected a single blossom. She turned to give Aeolos a small smile.
"I think they are beautiful." she said quietly, then disappeared down the path.
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