Riad
(#22790205)
Level 1 Pearlcatcher
Familiar
Tradewinds Gull
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Wind.
Male Pearlcatcher
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
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Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
7.03 m
Wingspan
4.8 m
Weight
656.26 kg
Genetics
Beige
Petals
Petals
Jade
Butterfly
Butterfly
Slate
Spines
Spines
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Pearlcatcher
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
7
AGI
8
DEF
6
QCK
8
INT
5
VIT
6
MND
5
Biography
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Riad
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(Further desc) "I'm sure we can come to an agreement." A skilled negotiator with a golden tongue, Riad's biggest accomplishment to date is securing sanctuary with the Oakrest dragons, despite Adva's checkered past. He is quick on his feet, both literally and metaphorically, and known for hatching hare-brained schemes to get out of trouble. He is clever and prone to engineering, even if he's not very good at it. His inventions have been highly unsuccessful, despite his cavalier boasting to his mate. A little too smart for his own good, Riad usually understands the theory behind something, but he doesn't have the mechanical prowess to complete a project. Riad is an unabashed coward.
Junior
She was quiet for a time, then turned her back on the ocean. "I never want to see the sea again." Riad came into the world like a gust of wind, just as all young wind dragons do. He was born a mirror, like his mother, and spent his formative years learning to hunt with the pack with his siblings. But he felt the pull of adventure and travel early in his life, and he left home before he was fully grown to find what lay beyond the windswept plains of his clan's home. He traveled for a few weeks until he found decent hunting near the bay. He liked to be near the surf, to see the way the shoreline changed every day, and to feel the salt breeze prickle against his hide. It wouldn't do forever, but it would do for now. He set up his lair on the cliffs overlooking the grassy dunes, and he sharpened his skills. He missed having a pack around, but he'd been raised to be clever, like his father. Until he found a pack, he'd do everything he could to make himself stronger and quicker, to make himself a more useful member later. But he also spent a lot of time watching the sea. There was something enchanting about it, and he wondered what lay on the other shore, and also what lay beneath the surface. And it was one day, watching the sea, that he saw a most unusual sight: Another young mirror was riding a raft in the middle of the sea, heading towards the shore. Riad could swim about as well as he could fly. That was to say, he could tread water pretty well, but beyond that he was useless int he water. He wasn't sure exactly what brought him down to the shore - if that mirror needed rescuing, it wasn't going to be him doing it - but he was there all the same to see her come zipping to shore faster than the gliders some of his old clanmates made. When she was safely ashore and had her feet under her, Riad said the first thing that came to mind: "That was pretty neat. Can I try it?" She turned and frowned at him, then looked back at the sea and started to cry! Riad found himself stumbling for words. "Hey," he said. "You uh, you must be, um... cold? Yeah! Cold!" Any dragon that spent some amount of time in a lot of water was undoubtedly cold. "Come stay in my lair and uh, we'll get you warmed up." She stared at him with tears in her deep-sea eyes, and Riad felt his heart in his throat for the first time. He didn't even know her, and he wanted to make sure she would be okay forever. He didn't want her to cry again. "Come on," he said, and shouldered her side. "It's this way. Follow me." Riad waited to see if the young mirror would follow him, and he carefully led her up to the little lair he had made for himself. When he looked back, she was following slowly. She kept looking back towards the sea, and a few times she started crying again. Each time, Riad shepherded her back towards their goal, reminding her how much warmer it would be, how there was food up ahead, and how she could cry all she wanted once she was somewhere safe. His little lair wasn't much to speak of. There was enough room for one, but he pushed some of his belongings out to make a little more room, and lay down some hides and weavings to make the place warmer before laying a furry otter pelt across his guest's shoulders. He gave her some food, and he left to give her space to cry as much as she wanted. Riad didn't go far. This mirror seemed to be about his age, which meant she was old enough, but without a pack, which made her as vulnerable as him. But she was a foreigner; her eyes were blue, like the sea. So what was a water dragon doing on a raft? Surely she could swim! He puzzled over it for a while before he realized that she'd come out of the lair and sat nearby him, silently staring out across the ocean. "How are you?" he asked. She was quiet for a time, then turned her back on the ocean. "I never want to see the sea again." Her voice was bitter and hard, and Riad watched her for a time as the sun sank slowly beneath the horizon. "Did you eat enough?" he asked. She didn't answer, but returned to his lair with just a glance back over her shoulder at him. He wondered what must have happened to upset her so much. She seemed healthy and fine. Was this her normal behavior? "What a weird girl," he muttered to himself before heading inside against the gathering chill. They ate in silence, and fell asleep at opposite sides of the lair. "Thank you," she said before she fell asleep. Riad dreamed of the surf. And he woke to screaming. He was on his feet in an instant, looking around for a threat only to find his guest thrashing and flailing and shrieking as if she were under attack. But by the soft green glow that flooded his lair, Riad couldn't see any attacker. He watched as she thrashed against her own body, screaming and kicking and biting as hard as she could, only to yelp in pain again and again. "Hey!" he said. "Hey! Stop it!" He scrambled to find another light source, not sure what was glowing or why, and wanting to find the reason for it. Outside, he found a few glowing stones and brought them inside, scattering them nearby his guest. "Come on!" he said, pushing hard against her shoulder. She struck out at him, her claws raking across his wrist. She stopped immediately, staring up at him, eyes wide with fear. "What was that about?" he said. She drew in on herself, wrapping her wings around herself. Her pale hide shined with the glow coming ... from ... her ... wings? She stared at them in turn, and started weeping again. Riad didn't know what to do. He found the otter hide he'd lain across her earlier and set it across her shoulders again. Then he sat next to her. "What's going on?" he asked. She shook her head. "I know you probably don't trust me. You barely know me, and I'm trying to give you some space. But my name's Riad, and I'm not going to hurt you." She let out a shuddering breath. "What's your name?" he asked. She wouldn't look at him, but she answered. "Junior." He smiled a little, then snickered, then started laughing. "What?" she demanded. "What is so funny about that?" "Your name is 'Junior'?" he asked, trying so hard not to laugh and failing quite badly. "Yes!" "That's a boy's name!" She was silent for a long moment, then swatted him hard with her tail. "It's my name, and I'm a girl so it's a girl's name, too!" She wouldn't speak to him the rest of the night. She curled up with her back to him and lay in silence. Riad didn't know if she slept, but she didn't wake up screaming again.
The Balloon
And Riad watched the thing slowly rise off the ground. Junior stayed for a while, and the two became quick friends, even though Riad sometimes said things that got him swatted. He tried to learn what would and wouldn't hurt Junior's feelings, and it was good to see her smile sometimes, laugh a few others. Riad loved hunting with her. Junior would chase hares into the tall grass where Riad was waiting. And when it seemed the hare was getting away he'd use his Breath to sheer through the grass and startle the hare into a freeze, and then Junior would strike! They ate well while she was there, and Riad was glad of her company. He didn't realize how lonely he'd been without even one other dragon to call his pack. He didn't ask too often about her family or where she'd come from. All she'd answer was "I didn't listen," or "My family's probably alright." One day, after they'd eaten their fill of rabbit meat, Riad sat talking about his family for a while, chattering nearly to exhaustion, before he asked her, "What about yours? Do you miss them?" She fell silent and turned to look in the direction of the sea. "Don't you miss yours?" she asked. "I was ready to leave." He went still, then popped to his feet in excitement. "We should go visit your family!" She startled, her head fins laying flat to her skull in horror. "What?!" "We should visit them! We should go to Tsunami Flats and see them and let them know you're alright!" He scurried to his feet and started going through the belongings of his lair, pulling out ropes and tarps and things they might need. "I am not going back across the sea, Riad!" she snapped. "And you can't swim that distance! And I don't see any boats!" Riad turned a grin at her, and he pulled out a tightly woven length of silk. It was narrow, but it would serve as a good first step. "We don't need a boat, Junior! We'll fly!" She kept her distance, but she didn't stop arguing. "I don't know if you noticed this, but we're mirrors. We don't fly so well." Riad didn't answer her that time. Instead, he set to work. "It's okay. I'm a wind dragon." "So?" "So," he said, starting to tie a few knots, "don't you know all wind dragons know how to build dirigibles?" She made a noise like the last heave of a dying conversation and left. She didn't ever go far, just enough that he could tell she was annoyed with him. In the meantime, he worked. He gathered bamboo and bound it together with rope. He stitched the silks together and formed an enormous bladder. Then, he built a small fire and started to fill the bladder with hot air. It took days before it was perfect. Or, well, at least as perfect as it was going to be. "Junior!" he called when he was sure he'd done everything he could. "Junior, I need your help!" "I can't help you with that!" she snapped. "I don't know what you're doing, and I'm not going to be able to help you with something I don't understand." He just laughed. "I just need you to stand somewhere. You can stand, can't you?" She gave him a murderous glare, and he laughed again before shepherding her onto a platform beside a sack of dirt. She glared at him while he worked the bellows and filled the bladders of a balloon with hot air. And Riad watched the thing slowly rise off the ground. Junior shrieked and bolted from the platform, but the test had been successful. Riad spent the next few days perfecting his airship. And when he was satisfied, he showed it off to Junior. She frowned at it skeptically. "But what if it fails," she asked. "We have wings," he said. They loaded their supplies and their meager collection of treasure, which they'd need in order to book passage to the Tsunami Flats. And in the morning, Riad tested the wind before looking at Junior. "A strong breeze," he said. "Let's go."
The Windsong
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