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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
11.08 m
Wingspan
15.96 m
Weight
5333.99 kg
Genetics
Purple
Iridescent
Iridescent
Midnight
Toxin
Toxin
Emerald
Veined
Veined
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 25 Obelisk
Max Level
STR
5
AGI
40
DEF
6
QCK
58
INT
114
VIT
32
MND
7
Lineage
Parents
- none
Offspring
Biography
Alastair
Alastair wandered into the new nesting site when Chymeria first founded the clan. For a while, he was very involved with the clan, and became the clan metalworker.
At some point, he wandered off, and everyone thought he'd gone to serve the Arcanist. He'd thought about it, but got distracted watching the aurora dragonalis and stars in the sky, and had forgotten to eat, drifting gently into hibernation until some starfall blossoms grew up and bloomed right underneath his nose one sunrise. Absentmindedly he started to munch, and then he started to wonder how long he'd been stargazing and what had happened to his clan. It took him a while to find them in the lands of the Shadowbinder, but he's happy to be home again and they're happy to have him.
The light sprite, Ginger the Shining One, follows him everywhere, reminding him to eat so he won't slip into hunger hibernation again.
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And below is a holiday story featuring Alastair:
The Meaning of Santa[
Alastair, Chymeria’s clan’s long-lost tundra progen, stood next to a huge bucket of stones, handing out one to each member of the clan. They’d been written on with magical writing, so each person could be the secret Santa to another dragon. One after one, dragons approached and took a stone.
Driochta, the clan’s loremistress, came up behind him, looking grumpy. “But what is this word, ‘Santa?’ It seems to be associated with the Night of the Nocturne every year, but where did it come from? I’ve asked all the nocturnes I know, and not one could tell me.”
“It means ‘gift giver’, teacher.” Jenny, the newest addition to the clan, volunteered, taking a rock from the bucket Alastair held.
“I know that’s what dragons use it to mean, but where did it come from?”
Jenny shrugged, which made her butterfly wing apparel shimmer beautifully. She shrugged again, admiring the effect. “It’s always been that way, as far as I know.”
Driochta sighed. “You’re, what, a month old now?”
Jenny nodded. “Ready for my first nest, even!”
“Well, nothing was ‘always that way’, things come from somewhere. Even the gods came from somewhere.”
Alastair nodded to Jenny to move on so the next dragon could take a rock. She swished her tail as she did so, setting both her dress and wing adornments to gleaming again.
“Well, they did!” Driochta grumbled.
“So they did.” Alastair nodded, and handed her a rock.
“I’m not in line to participate in this thing!” She glowered at Alastair.
He smiled back. “And yet you are here, and you have a rock in your hand. Now, be off so everyone else can enjoy the party. Picking a gift for whoever that is should distract you from being a sourpuss for at least a little while.”
She flounced off, setting her starlight cloak to fluttering gracefully. Her companion comet trailed after her.
At the other end of the cavern, Jenny watched the teacher leave, holding her stone. Jenny was worried—she was so new to the clan—how would she know what to get anybody? She turned her own stone over and breathed on it. Driochta’s name picked up the exhalation and gleamed briefly.
Slowly, Jenny smiled.
In the following weeks, Jenny was noticeably absent from the lair from early until late, and often overnight. A number of the dragons sought out Driochta to ask if she’d headed on to serve ShadowMama or if she was planning to leave for another clan, but Driochta had no answers for them. “She seems happy enough, when I do see her,” was all she could say, besides agreeing it was very odd that she had not yet had a chance to teach her any of the clan lore.
Finally, the night of the big party arrived, and people started to receive their gifts. Jenny was missing until late into the night, when she finally flew in, snowflakes swirling off of her still-shimmering apparel. She flew straight to Driochta, a book in her hand. “I flew to every corner of Somieth with your question. I visited many different clans, and while I could not get any definitive answer, this book holds one hundred tales about Santas, each one from a different clan. I bring it to you as my Santa gift—a compilation of Santa lore, of the tales told to hatchlings and sung at parties. I hope you will enjoy reading it.”
Driochta felt her eyes gleaming with emotion. “Oh, Jenny, it is a perfect gift for a teacher and loremistress! Thank you so very much!” She hugged the book to her and then, though the party was still going on, she sat down right where she was, opened the book, and started to read.
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12/8/2018
(Darksteel as a hatchling)
"It's still dark outside, but I'm hungry!" Little Darksteel stomped an imperial foot.
Alastair smiled at the little one. "That's because it's winter, and the sun rises late and sets early in winter."
"I thought winter was why we have snow." She frowned at the old tundra, getting her a frown in turn from his constant companion, a light sprite named Ginger.
But Alastair just smiled at the hatchling. "That too. And the cold. They're all because it's winter. Would you like some pancakes with maple syrup?"
This brightened the little one's face, and soon warmed her tummy too. Then she noticed something. "But it's still dark!"
That's why we hang lots of colored lights this season. Want to help?"
"Yes!" The hatchling danced around and almost squashed her elder's foot, earning her a lecture that larger dragon breeds had to learn to be careful of their smaller-breed clan mates. But then they flew off to the store-rooms to gather bright colored lights, tape, and hanging hooks, and were soon joined by other clan mates, young and old.
Alastair as he first appeared to Chymeria
Makeovver Dreams
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