Broccato
(#50109242)
Level 1 Pearlcatcher
Familiar
Mantled Foo
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Water.
Female Pearlcatcher
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
7.27 m
Wingspan
4.84 m
Weight
421.3 kg
Genetics
Fuchsia
Lionfish
Lionfish
Cobalt
Spinner
Spinner
Buttercup
Firefly
Firefly
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Pearlcatcher
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
7
AGI
6
DEF
7
QCK
6
INT
6
VIT
6
MND
7
Biography
Her egg was wrapped in rainbow silks while she grew inside. It was the only egg Fairlight had with Conch, the product of a night spent under a full moon, laying out on a tapestry the female seer typically wore as a shawl. Conch did not tend her egg - she couldn’t handle the embarrassment of having nested with Fairlight. It was looked down upon for a seer to breed. She left the small barnacle-covered orb with him, and with illusions of waves swirling about her face, she nodded just once before returning to the depths to listen for messages from Tidelord once more.
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The bright fuchsia hatchling emerged, after a strangely long gestation. Maybe she felt the lack of her mother’s presence, and inherited her sadness while still inside the shell. Her small snout pecked gently at the outer layer of her egg, chipping a hole through, hoping to see her parents when she finally emerged... but nobody was there. The baby clutched at her pearl and began to cry from every eye that dotted her body. She knew it wasn’t Fairlight’s fault, really - he was the Greeter of the clan, and many new dragons had been arriving from other flights lately. She heard his voice throughout the time she was in the egg, gently speaking of the other dragons to her. He had an obligation to his family, one that caused him to miss the birth of his own.
Broccato fumbled out onto the tapestry left by her mother, the minute pearl under her striped arm, and she suddenly was awash in its colors. Every thread was visible, through all of her many eyes. Her crying stopped as she blinked in awe at the colors that seemed to wrap her up in safety. She was completely unaware that being gifted (or perhaps cursed, depending on who you talk to) with multi-gaze vision was unusual - it was just what she had, and it gave her the ability to appreciate these colors in a way that most dragons could not.
Her blue eyes glimmered, catching flecks of light from the moon, which was shining through the entrance of the cave that was her home. The small hatchling held her pearl with her feet momentarily, and wrapped the rainbow cloth around her small body, and it was so soft, and so warm, she almost immediately dozed off. Two by two her pairs of eyes closed until they were all shut. The exhaustion of hatching caught up with her, and she fell asleep soundly, clutching at her pearl as well as the tapestry that she was balled up inside.
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As the young Pearlcatcher grew up, she continued to be enamored with colors and textures of fabric. Broccato grew to know her father well, eventually becoming a Trainee Greeter for the clan, along with being learned in the arts of weaving textiles by their family friend, Malarfarg. He was a seer as well, though not gifted with the eyes the fuchsia girl had gained from Conch.
Over time, Broccato began to see new dragons who were going to arrive to the peaceful beach family’s home before they arrived. She would sit at the loom and spin beautiful rainbow materials into existence, chirping out to her Father regularly, “Here comes another! We sure do see a lot of new faces these days, don’t we, dad?”
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Eventually Fairlight retired from the Greeting business. He was growing old, and preferred to curl up catlike on the mounds of tapestry that his daughter endlessly weaved, often spread on the sand in the entrance of their tidal cave, just short of the water’s edge, where he could keep his eye on the rest of the clan. Broccato took up her father’s job, going out to the places dragons most often came from - the edge of the beach - and sitting in the grasses which sprouted from the pebble-dotted soil, she would use her Sight to anticipate their arrival, and prepare each of them a special bit of clothing apparel to wear as a welcome gift. She would incorporate bits of the grass, or a stray feather, flowers, whatever looked pretty, into her weaving. It made the newcomers feel at home, and they usually immediately settled in.
She was well loved by everyone who knew her. Sadly, her mother never did in person, as she dwelled deep, deep, deep in the ocean, listening endlessly for messages from the Tidelord. But Broccato was no longer sad... and neither was Conch. The mother was not embarrassed at all by her daughter anymore - she saw her through her Primal gaze, doing some good for the clan. Daughter was happy to do what she loved, she once in a while, she would see a vision of her mother as well, knowing she was fine in the depths.
The Pearlcatcher smiled, and carried on her parents’ legacies, merging the kind and gentle soul that welcomed anyone and everyone, as well as the eyes that saw them coming.
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