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Sveta

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atendimento por ordem de chegada senhor

Lacrime

Spiffy Sphinx

Energy: 45/50

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Measurements

Length

4.33 m

Wingspan

6.95 m

Weight

806.9 kg

Genetics

Turquoise
Jaguar

Pistachio
Seraph

Cream
Sparkle

Hatchday

Jun 14, 2019
(4 years)

Breed

Adult
Skydancer

Eye Type

Water
Common

Level 1 Skydancer

EXP: 0 / 245

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AGI

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QCK

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Lineage

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none

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Biography

SVETA

My lover stands on golden sands and watches the ships that go sailing

The resenting problem

by the fantastic Flitt<3

xxxxxxxSigne smiled and gazed up at the grey, cloud-stricken sky. It was cold today, out here on a damp rock overlooking the calm sea, but her mate was warm beside her. Signe looked down at her with a soft smile, the love clear in her eyes.

xxxxxxxIt was one of those rare times when they had both stopped working long enough for them to be together, calmly.

xxxxxxxSigne snuggled closer, her feathered wing hugging Sveta close. How many times had this happened? Not many, that was for sure.

xxxxxxxA sprite, a water sprite by the looks of it, skimmed across the mirrorlike water, dancing in the air and creating small, circular ripples where it touched the sea. They could faintly hear its joyous laughter drifting along with the air currents. Svete smiled as she watched it, but there was something deeper in her expression, hidden beneath the happiness.

xxxxxxx– My mother had one of those.

xxxxxxxSigne could sense it, of course she could. She did not say anything however. She knew she would speak up in her own time, and sure enough, only minutes after the sprite had flicked out of view, she did.

xxxxxxx– You know my brother? – Sveta asked quietly, her head on her mate's shoulder.
xxxxxxx– Of course I know your brother, – Signe said, equally as quietly.

xxxxxxxShe felt his mate take a breath, her scales chinking slightly.

xxxxxxx– No, Sveta,– she said. – Iddras is not to blame.
xxxxxxx– You're just defending him because you like him, – Sveta said, slightly huffily. She lifted her head from her shoulder to give her a look through wire rimmed glasses.
xxxxxxx– No I am not, – Signe replied. – I just want you to see that it was not him, it was never him. He did what he could to help.

xxxxxxxSveta wriggled out from under her outstretched wing a little, gazing up at her with a slight frown.

xxxxxxx– You weren't there. – she stated.

xxxxxxxSigne sighed. She only knew a small amount of what she had been through, only what Sveta had told her, but she could tell Iddras had tried his best to help his sister.

xxxxxxx– Then tell me. – She said as gently as she could.

xxxxxxxHer mate gave her a long look, blue eyes meeting light eyes. Then Sveta shook her head and cuddled back up close to her.

xxxxxxx– Another time.

xxxxxxxSigne gazed back out across the sea, catching sight of the water sprite in the distance. It spun through the air like it was a leaf blown in a gale, twirling in great loops and intricate patterns. She knew Sveta was watching it, too.

Quirks by the fantastic foxtracks

→ Sveta comes off as cold and aloof to most other dragons.

→ She doesn't mean to rub them as rude, however- she's just so caught up in her record keeping work that she doesn't have time for neighborliness.

→ She is a perfectionist and a control freak; often making sure that she gets her voice in and manages to keep everything in order.

→ She becomes much more loud and pushy if her opinion is ignored in a seminar, which often takes her clanmates by quite the surprise as she's usually known to be a quiet type and spend most of her time alone.

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Bio written and brought to life by the super talented beargirl1393.

The consummate professional, Sveta is the record keeper of the clan. She keeps track of every dragon born to the clan, every dragon exalted, every visitor, even the amount of food and materials that each dragon brings back when they’re sent out to gather. Her den in the clan is dominated by huge bookshelves, shelves full to the brim with books of the records she wrote. Every id, every name, every piece of information on the clan from the moment Sveta arrived would be found in one of those books. They were sorted numerically, then alphabetically and further categorized by a system known only to Sveta herself. Everyone in the clan would come to Sveta when they needed information, knowing to bring a caffeine bribe as the Skydancer was always stressed.

Unlike her sibling, Sveta needed to have everything perfect. She would vehemently deny that it had anything to do with her parents’ death, although the truth was obvious. When they were killed, she was unable to do anything. She and her brother were both helpless, unable to do anything against such a formidable adversary. After all, what were two hatchlings compared to an Emperor dragon? Her parents had been slaughtered while she and her brother ran, the parents buying time so that their children could run far out of range. They had survived, of course, but both Sveta and Iddras had trouble coping with the loss.

Sveta tried to regain that control in any way she could. First with her job, then by trying to rein in her brother’s wilder tendencies, and eventually by finding a mate. She and Signe truly did love each other, but they were both workahloics and so it was doubtful that either of them would stop working long enough to properly marry. Signe understood that working was Sveta’s way of coping, just as her work was her way of coping with her own demons. The two truly were a perfect match, if only because they both understood putting work over a proper relationship. Their clanmates just hoped that, some day, the two would put aside the work and simply be happy with each other. For now, they simply encouraged the mates to spend time together during the brief times they weren’t working, and stayed out of it otherwise.

Sveta Azurine
» 21 human years old
» Often called Sorbet by her friends
» Was born in Light, in a clan called the Erynies of Radiance

» Early Childhood

From birth showed some minor divination powers. She would be an acolyte before the tragedy that fell upon her original clan. Gave up her magic after her family died since it was her father who was helping her hone her divination skills. By now she has forgotten how to use her powers entirely and instead, works as record keeper and escribe. Works as a way to cope for the loss of her family.

» Social life

Mate to Signe, sister of Iddras, Andras' childish boss. Avoids social gatherings and big events, has a very slight agoraphobia. Usually only attends if she's tagging along with her mate, or with Andras. Feels a bit bitter towards her brother although as she aged she understood there was nothing he could have done to save their parents, still, they almost always end up fighting when they meet.

» Appearance

Sveta is usually too busy with work to bother with appearances. She sometimes gets so worked up with her duties that she forgets to groom her feathers, or even change clothes. Andras, her subordinate, usually takes up the role of making sure Sveta has eaten, showered and sometimes even gone out of the library. She cleans up nicely when she's not looking like a goblin from over working herself.

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xNotes and Information

→ Originally from Imperia.
→ This dragon was given to me by my waifu Looshiana.
→ Bio lore written and brought to life by the super talented beargirl1393.

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The beauty in happiness

by yours truly, crappy non-native English included

xxxxxxxBetween book pages and piles of work, usually laid an unkempt and messy skydancer youth buried in mountains of tasks and spreadsheets. The incense helped hide the awful smell of old paper stashed away between whole walls covered in dark oak bookcases. The birch desk was her den, the library was her fortress of paper.

xxxxxxxSo used to neglect her appearance, she never bothered to look at herself, or care for frivolities like her appearance.

xxxxxxxAlas, in her white translucent silks and in the petals being sewed onto them, with the daisy circlet on her head and the beads of gold and pearls like droplets that dropped like rivulets from her crest of feathers, Sveta found herself looking so beautiful.

xxxxxxxFor that brief moment, Sveta thought she, too, was beautiful.

xxxxxxxShe would be so happy.

xxxxxxxThe jewelcrafter was on the final details of her tail corsage. A delicate piece of gold, turquoise, aquamarine and gold, Helvandr’s wedding gift. She slid her hand at her silk sash, adjusting it. Behind her, she heard the pearlcatcher blow her nose.

xxxxxxx- You look so heavenly… - Helvandr said between tears and Sveta looked at her through the mirror.

xxxxxxx- You think so? - She asked.

xxxxxxx- You’re gorgeous, dear. - Andras said, sat at the couch, her brother by his side.

xxxxxxx- You will be such a beautiful bride, Sveta. - That had been Iddras.

xxxxxxxShe looked at herself in the mirror and oh, how beautiful she looked. She wondered if Signe would be this gorgeous too. Of course she would, for Sveta thought of her mate as a far more beautiful dragonet she could ever dream to be. Signe in an off-white dress, with callas and lilies adorning her wings, the string of pearls at her neck and a rose gold coloured sash on her waist.

xxxxxxx- Can I add a rose gold sash to my waistband, Vyssa?

xxxxxxx- Sure can. - The pearlcatcher said, finishing her tail corsage. - I’ll fetch one. Walk around so you can feel how everything will weight.

xxxxxxxSveta picked herself up on two paws and with a graceful movement of her wings, she walked on her hind legs like all skydancers knew how to.

xxxxxxx- What will you be wearing, Andy?

xxxxxxx- I’m not sure. Maybe my dark brown suit or the navy one. - Her subordinate, no, her best friend said.

xxxxxxx- You should wear white, like me, since Edd will be wearing off-white like Nine. - She said, eyes on her waistband and yes, it would look much better with a rose gold coloured sash like Signe would wear.

xxxxxxxThere was a long and awkward silence behind her, although Sveta barely noticed. She looked at herself in the mirror again. She looked so beautiful. Never in her life she had seen herself as beautiful, much less imagined herself as a bride. Now it suddenly hit her that she was getting married and starting her own family.

xxxxxxxIt is never too late to learn you are beautiful in your own way.

xxxxxxxShe regretted the many years she spent ignoring her own body and face. She was beautiful and soon, she would have her own mate. Oh, how she wished her parents were there to see her off.

xxxxxxx- If you say so, Sorbet. You are the bride and it should be as you wish. - Andras answered finally, with a heavy tone.

xxxxxxxShe imagined herself, with Andras at her side. She hoped the photograph did justice to how beautiful she was feeling right now.

***

xxxxxxxSigne wanted to see her walk down the aisle, but Sveta also wanted to see Signe do it. In the end, she conceded the walk, if she could pick the waltz for the first dance and the best dragon speech.

xxxxxxxThe doors of the church opened, everybody in town was there, the ruffians from Stormsbane Crew had cleaned up nicely and even the caravan dragons had worn their most elegant outfits.

xxxxxxxBut Sveta would only see that in the reception.

xxxxxxxWhen the doors of the church opened, she only had eyes for Signe, at the altar.

xxxxxxxShe wore a silver white translucent dress hat showed the spots on her waist, and on her head was a white silk circlet with stars. Like Sveta had imagined, her wings had been decorated with a curtain of lilies of the valley, callas, white roses and white daisies.

xxxxxxxShe looked like the sun timidly shinning his way to shore through shy and shimmering white clouds; the very vision of paradise.

xxxxxxxShe raised the bouquet to her mouth to hide a laugh, and to hold back tears that could not be suppressed. Signe laughed too, and shed a few tears as well. They both giggled, Andras kissed Sveta’s head and she giggled again. She was so happy. They would be so happy together.

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xxxxxxxSigne’s bouquet was made of white rosebuds. She did one motion of throwing it, then a second one, and on the third, the bouquet went up in the air!

xxxxxxxNo flying or jumping allowed, no magic; those were the social rules and all dragons followed. The bouquet flew way over everybody on the crowd, a loud ‘woaaaaaah’ from the group followed it as it landed squarely on Helvandr’s table. The pearlcatcher gave a loud yelp, startled, that was instantly followed by Invar’s loud cheer, hoisting the bouquet up. The crowd cheered, Signe laughed a lot, but far less than Edd had. Helvandr’s face grew completely red from her embarrassment and she tried to make Invar give up on the bouquet in favour of someone else.

xxxxxxx- Let them fight for the next one, this one is ours!

xxxxxxx- What!? What? Wha? ouRs?! - Helvandr tried to steal it from Invar’s hand, to no avail.

xxxxxxxNow was Sveta’s turn.

xxxxxxxEverything had been so perfect, like a play she could never had even dreamed of. The wedding at the local church with ribbons of white and soft warm greys embezzled with gold embroidery; the lunch at the beach with the slightly cloudy weather as if even the sun allowed them a peaceful and pleasant breeze; Helvandr’s best dragon speech, rousing and loving, voiced between her tears. Who would have imagined Hel would be so sentimental?

xxxxxxxThe first dance to the waltz Andras played on his violin, where she and Signe danced on hind legs, and both moved their wings together, finally taking the dance to the skies where they danced through clouds. Until they were so high up the music couldn’t reach them and where nobody heard them exchange their vows to each other.

xxxxxxx- I love you.

xxxxxxx- And I, you.

xxxxxxxThe party, the wacky funky dancing. The conga line and the macarena. Of all dragons, Sveta was sure the pirates and caravans would be the ones causing trouble, alas, the mermaid and her buffoon girlfriend ended up getting so drunk they had to be taken to medical ward.

xxxxxxxNow, she took to the centre of the stage with her twin bouquet, identical to Signe’s, white rosebuds in a circular shape, vivid green stems tied with a white and warm-grey ribbon.

xxxxxxxBefore she turned over, her eyes held with Andras. His request. She took a deep breath.

xxxxxxxFrom the start he had tried. He tried. She knew it but in the end, she could not forgive him. She took a deep breath.

xxxxxxxOh, how she wanted her parents to be there. Her mother would have been the life of the party. It would be her leading the conga line with Vanessa and Flavia. She could imagine her in the crowd of single dragons, just for the fun of it, to rouse them and tease them she would steal their bouquet. Her father, who would have stayed the whole party smoking cigars with Edd and Farris and who would have walked her down the aisle. They should have been there.

xxxxxxxBut they were dead. Her brother was already an alchemist back then. Why didn’t he spend all his potions trying to heal them? How could there be nothing he could do?

xxxxxxxShe knew he wasn’t to blame, but after all these years, she could not forgive him.

xxxxxxxBut he tried, he came to the engagement party, to the dress fittings, to the rehearsals. He gave them a blessing Sveta did not ask for and didn’t want, but he tried. He was trying to move on, and she longed to move on too, but so far she wasn’t letting neither he do it, nor herself. She took a deep breath.

xxxxxxxShe motioned throwing once, the crowd cheered a loud ‘woah’.

xxxxxxxShe motioned throwing twice, the crowd cheered even loudly: ‘woahs’ and ‘ahs’.

xxxxxxxShe closed her eyes, moment of truth.

xxxxxxxShe motioned the third time but didn’t throw it, the crowd just screamed its cheerful ‘ah’ of anticipation as she turned, and walked towards her brother at the sides, handing him the bouquet. Confused but excited eyes on her.

xxxxxxxAs she joined Signe’s side, her mate, no… Her wife held her in her arms and gave her a long loving hug, just holding Sveta in her arms. They were so happy. Even if they were sweating from the long party, and even if they had glitter everywhere, they were so happy together. It had been a difficult decision, to agree with Andras’ request. But she thought they both deserved to move on, even if they never moved together.

xxxxxxx‘I don’t have to forgive him, but I don't want to be a ghost stopping him from living his own life. We can’t be each other’s demons forever.’   - She whispered to her mate, who kissed her very slowly and very tenderly.

xxxxxxxShe turned to see her brother’s shy and confused face, before he covered his mouth with his own hand as Andras kneeled before him. She saw him cry while the skydancer proposed. Iddras didn’t even have the strength to answer him, just kept crying and nodding, disappearing under Andras embrace shortly after, bouquet still on his hand.

xxxxxxxSigne kissed her on the cheek and she smiled.

xxxxxxxAt that moment, she almost thought her brother was beautiful too.

xxxxxxxThey would all be happy one day.

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