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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
6.35 m
Wingspan
4.1 m
Weight
358.96 kg
Genetics
Iris
Poison
Poison
Bubblegum
Trail
Trail
Rose
Runes
Runes
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Pearlcatcher
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
6
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
7
INT
7
VIT
6
MND
7
Biography
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"No.....no, no, NO!" A brightly colored dragon squealed and dropped the book he was reading. He rushed over to an overflowing cauldron, pulling it away from the fire. A pastel pink foam ran down the sides, some of it coating the dragon's claws. "Autsch! Sternenflug, du törichter drache! " he cursed at himself. He quickly grabbed a towel and started to dab away the mess. But his paw was already starting to burn. He hastily grabbed a glass bottle on the shelf above him, the one filled with a white powder. He uncorked it and poured a great deal on his paw, more than was necessary. The mixture went everywhere! He poured the remaining amount over the fire, smothering it. That unfortunate moment was when his mother decided to walk in. The air was filled with a cloud of acrid smoke, and the young dragon's ministrations were only making the mess worse. He had also breathed in a bunch of the dust and had started to sneeze. "Starflight, look at this mess!" his mother exclaimed. The young dragon removed his clouded goggles and looked around. "I'm sorry, Mutter, " he replied, drooping his head. "I was reading and.....well......I forgot about the cauldron." Moonbeam sighed and rubbed the bridge of her muzzle with a claw. "Sir Celeborn will not be happy about this," she snarled. "This is the FIFTH time this month you have ruined an experiment. A precise, important, and carefully-thought-out experiment that not even I thought you could fail! What do you have to say for yourself??" Starflight wiped a tear from his eye but spoke his answer boldly. He could not continue to act like a foolish young dragonet. He would be seven years old in a few months, after all. "I...I have no excuse mother. I was distracted by this book when I should've been paying attention to what I was doing." He threw the book aside. "Do you think we can clean it all up before Sir Celeborn comes back?" "WE??" she yelled. Starflight cringed at her words. It took a lot to bother her, but for her one and only son, a future alchemist, to make such a disastrous mistake, was nigh unforgivable. Did he not realize how important this role could be for his clan? She just stared at him for a long moment, her eyes as fierce as the midday sun. Then her expression softened. "Oh, my son," she said, taking him under her wing. "I will help you this one time. But from now on, no more reading or daydreaming or painting while in the midst of an important experiment, understand? You do remember what happened when you dropped a jar of red ink into the cauldron of molten lead?" "Yes, Mutter, I remember it well. It will not happen again." His mentor, Sir Celeborn, Master of Alchemy, was present during that certain experiment. Starflight's short attention span led him to be distracted again. He had just pulled out his canvas and paints when the Master stomped on his tail by accident. The jar of red ink flew out of his paw and shattered on the side of the cauldron. Unfortunately, Celeborn was leaning over the side when the two substances mixed, then exploded. He ended up with a thick, reddish blob of....something.....stuck to his forehead. It took three hours for Lady Elenya to remove the growth. His mate, Lady Galadriel, fearing her husband had some horrible disease, promptly fainted at the sight. And Starflight was banished from the alchemy tent for a fortnight. "I should say not, considering the Master was hesitant to let you near his tent the last time. If he sees this mess you may well be banished from studying alchemy ever again." Her words were harsh but true, Starflight realized. He took a deep breath and straightened himself. "Keine sorgen! I'll not fail you again," he spoke, then grabbed a handful of towels and a bottle of lemon cleaner. "I'll clean so good Sir Celeborn will think he walked into the wrong tent!" he exclaimed, splashing the liquid onto the towels. With one in each paw, he started to polish the cauldron and a dust-laden chair. Moonbeam shook her head but smiled. He had vigor and a drive to succeed. Perhaps there was hope for her son yet. |
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