Thrynn
(#20600380)
Level 1 Skydancer
Familiar
Granite Guardian
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Energy: 0/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Earth.
Female Skydancer
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
4.91 m
Wingspan
5.75 m
Weight
862.26 kg
Genetics
Coal
Ripple
Ripple
Obsidian
Toxin
Toxin
Charcoal
Gembond
Gembond
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Skydancer
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
4
AGI
5
DEF
4
QCK
9
INT
9
VIT
4
MND
9
Lineage
Biography
 mate: Kilvin |
Thrynn
Sculptor
Stone Carver and Art Critic
"Utility is, of course, the first priority. However, when there are visitors, it's style and craftsmanship that make the impression."
Thrynn is an artist by way of being an architect. Her eyes are as well-trained as her hands are, and the earth is her medium. Before she arrived, the Caves actually were caves. They were adequate for living in, sure - they were well heated, and provided shelter from the elements without being damp, or being host to whatever pests might want to make their home there. They weren't bad, more than they were unsuitable for a clan as old and as numerous as Rysse-Aeratril. Shortly after she began to call the Caves her home, its transformation from cave system to underground citadel commenced. With the help of the stronger dragons in efforts to move large amounts of rock out of the Caves and in reshaping the rooms from cramped domes to grandiose rooms and atriums, she made the granite walls flat, and the stone floors smooth. Within the main entrance hall, the Corinthian leaves on the tall pleated pillars were the work of her claws. The walls became hosts to carved shelves, and the oppressive stone ceilings climbed to new vaulted heights - with the added support of polished wooden arches, they became beautiful. The added space was enough for a Guardian to fly comfortably around in. A system of vents and stone aqueducts gave water to all parts of the structure, and provided capacity for even heating in the winter months. Though she takes immense pride in her work on the lair's interior, she finds the most pleasure in her own studio, creating small sculptures and working with the stone and clay that come back from gathering excursions. She wears a mask to protect her lungs from dust and stray clay debris. She maintains a relatively quiet demeanor, and sings to herself as she works. She carries herself with a quiet grace; her dignity is unspoken, but she carries herself as if she were nobility. She has earned the respect of her clanmates. When she is in a talkative mood, she is highly articulate, and she is kind to those surrounding her. She likes to surprise others with small gifts from her studio. The Caves are decorated with her works, be it in the walls and pillars, or the smaller sculptures that line the shelves. Kilvin
"Don't hold it against him. He's far kinder than you think - it's just... even his silly traits come off as standoffish. If he ever sighs heavily, he's not annoyed at you. The oaf probably just got too focused on his work and forgot to breathe."
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Thrynn absently sang an old lullaby that her mother used to sing to her as she watched tiny dark curls of leather-hard clay fall off the sculpture she was now giving detail to. It took the shape of a deer, kneeling as if it had sustained some wound. In a half-whisper, the notes almost blended with the air. "... and into the stars, brave Banner flew with a flower for the Moon." Kilvin sat at his worktable, opposite her, softly sanding the rough edges of the pieces to what would become an orange-tinted, resin container. Their conversations were few, but they were both at ease in the quiet environment. They had taken to working in each other's vicinity - they both enjoyed the company. More often than not, Kilvin's workshop was the meeting place. It was less prone to getting so cold, and her own studio was often covered in dry clay dust and precariously placed containers of water that could prove deadly to his delicate devices. When he did speak, she found the soft depth of his voice soothing. He put careful thought into his words, and she felt he was trustworthy - he always seemed to put special attention into not wording things in a way that might misrepresent his thoughts. Whenever she found herself in need of meaningful advice, the long pauses before he offered anything assured her that he had carefully considered his response. Steadily, she grew used to his company, and he became a part of her routine. When the other dragons whispered, she blushed and denied any involvement - though her own thoughts unfortunately proved them right. His talent, his attentiveness, his voice, his electric eyes... she had a crush. It wasn't until some months later that she learned it was reciprocated. She had noticed the subtle hints that he enjoyed her company more than that of others - the way he would sometimes watch her work when he thought she couldn't detect it, the way he apologized when he knew his mannerisms had come off as rude, the way he actually joked with her sometimes. He was withdrawn, but she was being given glimpses into who he really was. On a brisk midmorning flight, she learned why Kilvin didn't like speaking so much. Aiondae, who had tagged along, had veered off momentarily to check out an unusual patch of light in the forests below. She and Aiondae had been trading stories from when they each first arrived at the Lookout. Some of his were funny - adolescence was always replete with hilarious missteps. It was the only thing that made it worth looking back on. She turned to Kilvin as her wings sliced through the air, glad that the wind was in their favor. "So, what was it like the first time you walked into the Caves?" Kilvin thought for a moment. "Surprising." "How so?" "It may be called the Caves, but the stonework is stunning." She beamed. "I'm glad it left an impression. The carvings are my work." He looked away from her, eyes narrowing. "That's impossible." She fell silent. "I'm sorry?" Kilvin didn't respond. For a few awkward minutes, they flew together, both in thought. Eventually, Thrynn broke off and flew in the opposite direction so she could find a place to cool off and think. She landed on a low crag, and sat in the warmth of a rare sunbeam. She was offended, and hurt that someone who had watched her sculpt would discredit her so quickly. She was hurt that he, of all dragons, would think she wasn't capable of carving a wall and producing what was easily her proudest work. The closer a dagger is, she thought, the deeper it cuts. She paced until she was tired, then lay on the cliff until her mind drifted elsewhere. After some uncounted hours, she heard a heavy thud behind her, and the light scratching of claws stepping on the rockface. She turned around, sighing when she saw Kilvin approaching her. "I'm sorry." He had apologized before she had a chance to say anything. "I said it wrong," he continued, audibly agonizing over the words. "My tone was completely wrong. I analyzed it after the fact, and I expressed the wrong kind of disbelief. I never thought you were lying." She stood and turned to face him. "What I wanted to express was that... I just..." He paused, and his voice was slightly quieter. "You're very skilled, and your work is beautiful. But walking into the Caves for the first time, the designs were the first thing that caught my attention and left a lasting impression. I wrote home about them. I'm just amazed that it was you all along who left that imprint in my mind... you've made such a beautiful impression already. I'm sorry, Thrynn." She was wordless. Though her feelings were still hurt, she was much closer to forgiving the slight now that she understood it. I've made an impression on him...? She nodded, looking up to meet his eyes. "It's alright. Just... please watch your tone." He nodded to acknowledge the advice, visibly embarrassed. She shifted on her feet, eyeing the horizon. "We should head back home," she started. "It's getting late." He spread his wings to catch the wind, and just to play with him, she added, "The others might talk." She passed him in flight, taking note that his face was visibly much redder than usual. |
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