Aine
(#85373723)
Level 1 Mirror
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Personal Style
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Measurements
Length
7.55 m
Wingspan
4.19 m
Weight
732.3 kg
Genetics
Emerald
Swirl
Swirl
Lemon
Fissure
Fissure
Maize
Ghost
Ghost
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Mirror
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
7
AGI
8
DEF
6
QCK
8
INT
5
VIT
6
MND
5
Biography
á i n e the golden spine "traveler, you have been warned, and now you must go." pronouns she/her occupation herbalist alignment chaotic good personality brash, reckless, empathetic
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about.
áine was hatched on the summer solstice, months before her sisters, an early hatch that surprised her parents. early hatches are rare, but not unheard of, and when the earthen crust of her egg shattered and she was bathed in the brilliant midday sun, the low-growing plants of the cracked and dry shattered plain around her burst to life in a single moment as if the rains had fallen days ago. her mother, zelena, returned the two remaining eggs back down into the caverns, to the edge of the glittering pool the town was built around, and áine stayed with her father, dumi. dumi had not really ever taken to fatherhood, his mayoral duties taking precedence to him over the children he sired, but áine kept up with him, rode between his shoulders, was quiet when he did business with the residents of gem's rest. and where ever they walked, the plants grew behind them, a trail of áine's passage. the dragons of the plain adored her--it had been many years since zelena had borne children blessed by the earthshaker himself, though some said perhaps she was instead given her gift from the gladekeeper. she was taught to make crowns and chains from what flowers did grow in the arid land, and in the months before the other eggs hatched she and dumi became inseparable. áine was as hot-headed as her father, unafraid to speak her mind, but her judgement was solid for such a young dragon, and she had an innate ability to put herself in the position of others. dragons grow quickly in their youth, but it was still a little unusual when he remarked to zelena that áine may make a fine mayor after him. when she began coughing up plants--a side effect of her magic?--she left, dashing that hope her father had harbored. she did not say goodbye, leaving on impulse alone, traveling without a guide across dragonhome, searching for anyone who could take this "gift" away from her. |
story.
her sisters hatched in tandem, and maybe because of that became two of a kind, never seeing one without the other. rather than tying áine down to her younger siblings, their parents let them run with the buddy system, and áine grew alone. she did not mind it--she liked the way the adults doted on her, liked when people came to her with dying houseplants and asked her to fix them. until the terra tortoises disappear. it was a bad omen, certainly. the town relied on the shells of the tortoises to fertilize the land, to make it sustainable for farming at all, and the loss of the tortoises was bad news, both realistically and superstitiously. the traders had already come through this year and gem's rest had not bought food, expecting to rely on their own farming efforts. it was áine who volunteered herself, her gift, to help grow the crops. her mother expressed doubts, but the town's farmers were eager. áine could grow them faster than was natural, could produce more in less time. they could store excess, trade it for more goods next year. and plants around áine grew whether she wanted them to or not, she may as well put the gift to real use. so she did. she stood in fields for hours, concentrating, walking though them, dragons trailing behind her waiting to begin harvesting. after a week, áine was exhausted, but they had enough food and then some. still, she stood, channeling her power more than she ever had before. and then the cough set in. small at first. a dry itch in her chest at the end of the day. then at the beginning. then from an itch to a wheeze as she grew the crops around her. then full body wracking coughs every time she tried to exercise her gift. gasping, heaving, scraping-- and she coughed up a wet bundle of plant fiber. the physicians in town were baffled. they had never seen anything like this before. it was as if there were plants growing in her very lungs, sprouting as she focused her power with intent, unable to grow crops without life bursting awake inside her very body. her father forbids her from the farmland, doubles the search effort for the terra tortoises, and áine is afraid. if she lets herself think too hard about it she starts to worry she can feel the plants brushing the inside of her throat, and it sends her into a gasping panic--leaving her coughing leaves stems petals onto the floor. very few nights pass before she leaves home. if the healers in her clan cannot help her, she will find someone else who can. |
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trivia.
» makes plants around her grow, mostly on accident. » searching for a cure to the plants that grow inside her lungs. » Hendrerit dolor magna eget est lorem ipsum dolor sit. |
áine | irish | radiance, wealth, summer
bio layout by incalyscent
modified and written by cordiformed
bio layout by incalyscent
modified and written by cordiformed
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