Fearless

"Ortath arrives with a contingent and indicates to your guards that he is come to meet the proud parents and admire their beautiful offspring. Your guards greet us and lead us to where they are. While congratulating the parents, Ortath notices the antics of the two hatchlings. With a smile, he gently places a paw near the second one and sees the smug green one jump on his claw fearlessly and states this one will be welcome in my clan and states "I will name this one Fearless."" - Ortath


The second-born of Valiant and Artemis ran rampant the day she was born. She learned quickly, and had a spark that was borne from the sheer joy of life. She bounded, chased, leaped, and pounced with ferocity, rolling her sister over, attacking her parents' paws and tails, dangling from her father's antlers. The first time her rabbit companion bit her (well, she deserved it! she bit him first!) she gasped, and swatted at him in retaliation. They couldn't stay mad at each other though, any by nap time, they were ready to snuggle again, all misadventures of the morning long since forgotten.

Nap time was a wonderful joy, her and her twin curled up together in the fluffy cloud-fur of their mother's chest, warm and safe.

After nap time, a strange dragon from another clan came to visit. His name was Ortath, and he was the clan leader of her mother's birth-clan. Her parents greeted him, and spoke in exuberant tones - it was clear her mother was pleased to see him again, though there was some sadness in her eyes. The second-born decided that her parents were boring, and she ran around to play with a new baby Coatl that had just joined the clan, and her sister, Aife. The three played gleefully, until the new Coatl was taken away for her own nap time, and Aife and she were left to their own devices. They chased each other back towards their parents and the strange Ortath, cheerfully rolling and playing.

Ortath noticed them, then, and a smile crossed his face. He held out a paw towards the two, and Aife stood still, staring at the paw, trying to determine if it was friend or foe - it did not smell like their parents, nor their nest, so this was a difficult thing to figure out. The second-born on the other hand had already decided that this paw was just like their parents' paws: a plaything to be chased and jumped on. And so she did, rushing towards it without hesitation, grasping at it with her own tiny paws and teeth. Ortath smirked, seemingly pleased. He spoke then to her parents, "this one will be welcome in my clan; I will name this one Fearless."

Upon coming of age, Fearless, the brave and courageous daughter of the Chosen of the Stormcatcher, would venture on to find her destiny within her mother's birth-clan.

When she arrives at her mother's birth-clan, she felt intimidated by the rows of assorted dragons awaiting her arrival. She was determined to be brave as her name implied and decided to focus her attention on the array of wildly different and colorful familiars near their dragons. Still she momentarily felt almost like she would faint. Some of them seemed restless while others seemed curious, hopeful or even angry as they watched her. The rest appeared to be bored or napping. Some of these reminded her of hers that left behind and she felt a little sad and homesick also for her sister and parents. All of a sudden a whirl of something blue and green moved quickly behind the dragons and disappeared in a blur. Some of the dragons there rumbled slight and she thought she heard one mumble annoyed that this was a wild unbonded familiar. For some reason, this somehow helped Fearless to breathe and relax then march proudly and slowly forward toward Ortath waiting to receive her into the weyr. As she passed a dragon that she recognized as one that had visited her when she was with her parents, she noticed the twinkle in his eye and smiled back. Then she heard a rustling noise nearby and turned and saw the wild green and blue familiar staring at her with a look that appeared kind of longing. Fearless stared back at the beautiful familiar and tried to place what kind it was. As she thought about many pictures of familiars in her mind that she had studied, she remembered that it was a Peacock Firebird. Suddenly her heart quickened and she had to tell herself not to get too excited and scare it away. At that moment, Ortath bellowed a little too loud at first, then quieter, with a smile, as the familiar started to back away, "Are you going to bond this familiar, Fearless?" Fearless quickly responded, "Yes, if I may". Ortath replied that she may pick this one or any of the vast assortment of familiars found in his weyr. Fearless carefully beckoned to the Firebird and encouraged it to come close where she fed it with a treat she carried and stroked it lightly. It made a small tweet and a bit of smoke escaped from its beak. During the rest of the ceremony, it followed Fearless while keeping its distance from other dragons and familiars. By the end of the ceremony, Fearless was quite tired. The dragon she was familiar with led her to her den where she could rest. Food and water was also available nearby. She and her new familiar curled up in a soft bed and she was fast asleep.