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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
5.69 m
Wingspan
6.79 m
Weight
718.72 kg
Genetics
Watermelon
Iridescent
Iridescent
Algae
Shimmer
Shimmer
Ice
Sparkle
Sparkle
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 10 Skydancer
EXP: 983 / 27676
STR
4
AGI
5
DEF
4
QCK
9
INT
9
VIT
24
MND
9
Biography
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Eldan
Primarch of the Spring Court 
Eldan is curious and clever. They like exploring new places, finding new things, and learning new ideas. They greatly enjoy riddles and wordplay, and will happily engage with others through them. They're quite easily entertained, but just as easily bored; it's difficult to pin them down and commit to things. They'll abandon projects, and people, just as quickly as they pick them up. Somehow their newest mate, Lorelei, has remained. |
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“And then,” Eldan ranted, “she sneered, and snatched the goblet from my claws—right from my claws, Lori!—and downed it all in one gulp. Again, right in front of me, and-and all our subjects, the entirety of the Seasonal Courts! And the worst of it? The worst of it, Lori! Princess Baize had the gall—the sheer utter gall—to wipe the wine streaked all down her chin and neck—on me! Smeared it right down on my shoulder, see? See??” They whirled to face their mate, pointing emphatically at their pink-scaled shoulder. Lorelei lifted her head sourly off her crossed forefeet from where she lay in the two’s shared nest, no hint of sympathy in her yellow eyes as she fixed Eldan with a thinly-veiled exasperated stare. “You already cleaned it off, dear.” “But did you see it,” they insisted. “A deep violet-red color, clashed horribly with my scales—” “Eldan. Love. I saw. I was there.” They gave a sort of pained, half-strangled burbling cry from the back of their throat. “You and the rest of the Court!” They spun back around to resume pacing the length of their den, wings flashing out indignantly. They wanted to keep up their furious tirade at the Autumn Princess, but a piece of them was aware of Lorelei’s growing impatience, and they snapped their jaws shut, fuming silently instead. They allowed themself a few choice insults and oaths muttered under their breath here and there. Maybe a few more than a few. At last Lorelei sighed, tossing the scroll she’d been perusing to the side with a curt flick of her claws. “Ellie, do you think you are, perhaps, overreacting?” Eldan stopped short, stiffening, opening their mouth for a sharp retort, but their mate barrelled on, without mercy. “I seem to recall an evening,” she drawled, “oh, a halfmoon past? A private event at the Crystal Count’s inner cave complex, with only the most prestigious of the faeries invited to attend—one of whom, arrived already drunk, and flirted with the Count’s youngest niece—” “The Rain Rattles had just begun—” Eldan muttered. “Or two moons prior to that,” Lorelei pressed, “regarding a certain elaborate prank invented, planned, and put into place by a particular young Spring Primarch upon the Prince of the Winter Court—” “Eirwen needs to lighten up!” Eldan cried. “I agree,” Lorelei said genially. “And indeed, your Court responded graciously upon Eirwen’s retaliation—we all laughed when we found our corpse of saplings iced over into sculptures. The cherry blossom buds proved beautiful.” Eldan nodded begrudgingly. Lorelei drew her immense bulk up and out of the nest, uncoiling as she went, and stretched enormously, a yawn splitting her jaws to reveal a pink maw, and “accidentally” smacked Eldan on the head with a wing. “Ah, apologies, dear. My mistake.” She peeled back her lips to reveal just the tips of her teeth, playful teasing glinting in her eyes. Eldan sighed. “Perhaps,” they began, then stopped, grimacing. Lori gave them an indulgent nod. “Perhaps,” they gritted out, “I have been . . . unfairly dispossessed . . . towards . . . the Princess of the Autumn Court. In a manner wholly different than my attitudes regarding other faeries.” “You have a grudge.” “Alright, I have a grudge,” Eldan snapped. Lorelei draped her wing over them and they sat back grouchily on their haunches, grumpily leaning in to be swamped by the warmth emitting from their mate’s scales. “Baize is just. She’s just!” “Are you going to say the worst?” “She’s just the worst!” Eldan burst out. “Why must she rub it in my face every start of leaf-fall? ‘Oh, look at me, I’m the Autumn Princess, I throw parties twice a quarter-moon and I like to stomp on tiny daisies for fun.’ Utterly ridiculous! And rude.” Lorelei hummed a consolatory note. “She has been particularly aggravating these past moons, ever since stepping up to rule her Court.” “Right? Unbearable.” Lorelei gave them a look. Eldan returned it, baffled. “What?” “Ever since ruling her Court,” their mate repeated, emphasizing each word. They stared at her a moment longer, then her meaning clicked. “What? No! No, this is nothing like—I mean, there’s no way she—and I—” Lorelei flicked the crest of feathers around Eldan’s head, making them twitch. “You two might be more similar than you think, love. Two young heirs, placed on the throne long before either thought they would . . .” “We’re Spring and Autumn! Complete opposites. Our Courts have never seen eye to eye.” Eldan huffed. “Growth and decay,” Lorelei mused, almost as if to herself rather than her mate. “Renewal and regress. Cycles of rebirth and change . . .” “Baize opposes my every motion,” Eldan growled. “No matter what it is I propose to the Courts, she always counters me! Even when our offer greatly benefits hers!” Lori lay back, sounding amused. “And what would you do, without that opposition? If every single one of your ideas was agreed to unanimously?” “Intercourt delegations would be a bore,” Eldan allowed. “An awful, dreadful, dragging-on-forever, Deities-forsaken, Shade-cursed bore,” Lorelei said vehemently. Eldan was impressed by the venom in her voice. She turned to them. “Eldan. I will. Die. If I have to sit through another of those meetings without at least the barest entertainment provided by you and the Princess going for the other’s. You keep good relations with her Court or else.” Eldan tipped their head to the side. “Keep good relations . . . by continuing bad relations.” “And now you get it.” Lorelei thumped her wing heartily against their back. “Come to nest now? All this talk’s exhausted me.” “I suppose . . .” Eldan grumbled, still slightly vexed, but followed reluctantly after their mate. Baize of the Autumn Court . . . they thought, even as they curled up beside Lorelei in their shared nest. I will get you back for the wine . . . Oddly, as they drifted into sleep, dreaming plans of retaliation and revenge, new pranks to pull and schemes to effect, a strange sort of satisfaction welled up inside them. Perhaps it sleeping beside their mate following a long day’s work, or that venting their problems with the Autumn Princess to Lori had drained them of their frustrations, but Eldan couldn’t help but feel . . . excited, at the prospect of continuing this game of sorts with Princess Baize. Now that they saw their interactions through Lorelei’s perspective, it did seem obvious how much the two relied on the other. What would the Seasonal Courts even do, without Spring and Autumn constantly at each other’s throats? Very well, then, Baize, Eldan thought, snuggling up closer to Lorelei. You’ve made your move. My turn. Story written by foureclipse. |
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Generation 1
All faeries are frivolous, but the Spring Court is the most frivolous of them all... Congratulations on adopting a Descendant of the Spring Court! Playful and capricious, the Spring Court fae celebrate the growth and energy of their season and eagerly welcome those who respect it. Be warned, though: it is just as easy to fall out of favor with this Court as it is to gain it. The Spring Court is most well known for granting questing dragons new beginnings, but those beginnings may not always be how they imagined. If you're interested in knowing more about the Seasonal Courts Lineage Project, please click the button! |
chernobility wrote:
Eldan is absolutely gorgeous! His colors mix amazingly with his apparel, he's very spring-y and fresh!
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