Name: Novigodinith (noh va GOD in ith, new year, Croat; traditional -TH ending because Pernese will carry in descendants or be modified by others)
Gender: female (+preference as desired)
Size: 6' s/l/ws
Build: slender, muscular
Physical Features: Pernese four legs and two wings all with short claws, long neck with boxy head, prominent fangs, high crest, faceted eyes; slender tail with spade tip
Colors: body solid dark grey, wings dark grey with lightning marks in mist white, crest and tail porcelain white with mist lightning; light claws, green faceted eyes
Stats: Strength 5, Speed 5, Endurance 1, Agility 4, Health 3, Intelligence 5
Abilities: 6 assisted firebreath; 5 nexus teleport; 4 local teleport, telepathy, non-human; 1 multibond
Parents: Ancheoth and Tehndarinth
Bond: Impressed to Deborah
Meeting Notes: At 4 hours to midnight, this clutch of dragonets emerged to a rousing cheer. They looked proud and energized, not at all the way many people imagined seeing fumbling fresh-hatched Pernese dragonets. Their feet were big, their wings would be huge, and they were quite long even though their features were still pleasantly chubby from being within an egg. Their eyes were clear, bright, though a few of them winced a little when the spotlights of the Stage drifted over them. Those lights didn't dwell there though, somehow knowing that the dragons were still sensitive. Deborah watched as one dark dragon in particular swayed a step or two and then dodged to the side.

Just like she did? Without even realizing it, she started moving in that general direction, and for once Alan realized as he watched her, it worked on the dance floor. Or rather: it worked around the dancers there. She and the dragon clearly spotted one another, and made an effort to coordinate their strange motion, winding up with Deborah on her knees and the dragonet laying somewhat exhausted with her head on the woman's lap.

You captured me, the dragon asserted, but she was anything but defeated.

"I was going to say the same thing," Deborah breathed. They made it over to the wide table where the alsylum group seemed surprised and pleased. Thomas in particular appeared to gloat.

Name: Hidth (HID th, -TH ending Pernese, carries in all offspring unless modified by different breed)
Gender: Female (+preference as desired)
Size: 6'7" s/l/ws
Build: leggy, long
Physical Features: Pernese essentially with four legs and two wings, all with short claws; beak like head with knobs having short horns, faceted eyes, high crest on neck; long tail with spade
Colors: Body solid obsidian black; wings solid, marbled high black and smoke patterns; crest sparkling soft white and quartz; light claws, pink-violet faceted eyes
Stats: Strength 5, Speed 5, Endurance 6, Agility 1, Health 3, Intelligence 2
Abilities: 6 flit control; 5 local teleport; 3 nexus teleport, time port, unassisted firebreath, telekinesis; 2 verbal speech; 1 emotional control, telepathy
Parents: Laeurath and Juth
Bond: Alan, Impressed, Multibond with Plaath'Alkar
See below for more story

Meeting Notes: there were so many of these black and white marked dragons all at once, the only way that Alan could tell which clutch was which was by their tails: this group had spades, the other one bore a split tail. Alan had been trying to reach the nearest bar when Laeurath and Kelirith both decided their clutches to be 'ready'. It was three hours until midnight, it was so hard to cross the floor, even though the dancing was a hundred meters away and the bar much closer to their table. He didn't dare glance back at Thomas and Regina, he knew now what was going on. How it had been such a... game, to the man.

"Then play it with them," said a voice, high and childlike, feminine; and he wasn't sure - had he thought it? Was he now going to be in danger of hearing voices in his head in addition to everything else? Alan tried shaking his head to clear it, but instead found even more voices there than ever.

I don't care for that man, the other voice spoke in a purring and faintly annoyed, masculine tone. Alan was pretty certain he'd lost his mind.

It did not help one bit that the woman tending bar was a raccoon, Alan wondered about his sanity; but she did reach over the bar to steady Alan's shoulder, and handed him an iced water. "Looks like you'll be needing this, clear head and all," she said.

"My head is anything but clear," Alan muttered.

"Well that is because Plaath is in it," the girly chipper sounding voice said. Finally, Alan pulled back a long drink of that ice water, it was refreshing. He turned around to see... eyes. Pink ones on a black dragon, blue ones on a white. The way those sky blue eyes blinked very slowly was rather cat like. The dragon was very cat like. Like those being paraded around the ball room. The pinker ones belonged to the bigger dragon, though they were about the same size at this stage. Neither of them came to his knee. Both were very... very shiny.

They looked like tiny opposites, save that they both had black wings.

Wait. "... Plaath?" Alan glanced between the dragons, and decided that Plaath was the pale cat-like creature. "Then... who are you?" He asked of the dark one.

Plaath encouraged him, why don't you say her name, you already know it.

"Hidth," it was a simple sound, but it came out of him like it had been on the tip of his tongue. Alan finally leaned back, tilting his head to see both the dragons and then the table with his 'friends' beyond. Deborah looked positively over the moon, Thomas with that grim pleased look, Regina just pursing her lips.

"We're hungry," the dragons said in unison, this time both with their voices.

Name: High Void Dream'nye (as the word; father's naming convention indicates location or clan, in this case 'nye for New Year's Eve/nt; further generations should follow local tradition or family name for this addition; note also that ^markings indicate strength of magic or inherent abilities, following father's line, not all in this clutch are strong enough in those powers to show)
Gender: Female (+preference as desired)
Size: 12' s/l/ws
Build: slinky noodle
Physical Features: remarkably long, four legs, two wings with very large ice-cutting claws on all; long head with external ears, sharp back-pointing horns, cheek horns, and paired curved neck spines, end of long skinny tail also has sharp spines; pupiled eyes; scaled hide (found in only some of this clutch), armor, will breed similarly to other types accordingly
Colors: Body scaled graphite with high white belly, with markings of high white marked with stars in black, socks of smoke; wings marbled mist and silver; spikes and horns high black; pupiled eyes cyan
Stats: Strength 5, Speed 3, Endurance 4, Agility 6, Health 3, Intelligence 2
Abilities: 6 local teleport, prophesy, dark vision^; 5 verbal speech, void portal^; 4 telepathy, summoning^, prediction, body language^, 3 nexus teleport, speed, Void Magic^, ice manipulation, 2 ice breath
Parents: Smirch + Nekeel
Bond: Jonah, Voluntary Companionship, she chooses to remain with him though it is not a bond
Meeting Notes: He was patient, and did not like being here. Too many people, too much noise. But he was bidden to be here, by the king and queen. His paranoid and thoughtful nature hadn't gotten him away from any of them, but maybe it was time to just... let it happen. Dragons were everywhere, magic was in the air. Food was on the table, lots of it, and drink. He avoided both, picking at the chicken salad and sipping water carefully. Old habits died hard. Even if he'd accepted his role, perhaps to encourage Alan and get it over with, Jonah was still apt to be deliberate and careful. He sat with his chair angled, with a good view of the ballroom. Above, a clock struck - but it was a countdown, he'd heard six bells when they arrived, now it was two.

Two hours to midnight, though what would that even mean? He'd been convinced to dance, once, by an attendee he didn't know and wouldn't ask her name anyway. Returning to the table and his ... King and Queen... something felt a bit odd. One of those tall arched openings framing the area had turned bright white with black framing it - magic, because black was the absence of light, how could 'black' be 'bright'? And from it, came a remarkably tall dragon, holding his wings high and proud. In front of him, a much smaller and spiky black and white female. And under their shared wings...

How did they even manage to drag themselves across the floor with tails that long? Held high, or in one case held in their mouth, the dragonets coming from that arch looked to be much older than mere hatchlings. Keeping his glance angled, habit, he caught the expressions on those at the table: Regina's was almost one of avarice. But she had her dragonet resting calmly beside her. Something told Jonah he ought to rise, so he did. He walked toward the edge of the dance floor where room was being made for these dragons. A dark one kept moving closer, though it seemed she was interested in looking at quite a few others in the process.

Until she spotted Jonah, and strode carefully, head in a slightly protective dip. Horns would grow on her head and neck, he could tell they would be black as night like her dark scales. His eyes narrowed.

"I know I am dark," she said, voice clear and deeper than he expected for a young female. "But you see, I am light on the inside too, like you." She opened her wings, a splash of metallic silver and pale mist dancing over them, and as she raised her head up, it wasn't just her muzzle that was blinding, blizzard-white - her neck and belly, halfway down that long long tail, were also white. She would be strong, he just knew that.

"Are you implying that I'm a little dark on the inside?" Jonah countered, but the dragonet just gave off a ringing laugh, knowing that he liked riddles.

Name: Silaki Moonshield (see LAW key, Moonshield is the name that Rakki and Sasazik have chosen for their offspring, and will carry in any pair that has naming conventions)
Gender: Female (+preference as desired)
Size: 7'9" s/l/ws
Build: Leggy and strong
Physical Features: high bodied and long legs, four legs and two wings, with claws on legs only; conical face with small horn on nose, and fanned head fins, otherwise smooth until the tip of very long narrow tail in a small spade; hide that is very shiny, pupiled eyes
Colors: Body solid pale grey, wings solid pale grey, frill and claws and tails spade sparkly blue steel, violet eyes
Stats: Strength 5, Speed 6, Endurance 3, Agility 4, Health 4, Intelligence 5
Abilities: 6 freeze breath; 5 unassisted firebreath, moon magic; 4 moonlink (teleport via moon light); 3 nexus and local teleport, verbal speech; 2 empathy, telepathy; 1 share magic
Parents: Rakki + Sasazik
Bond: Wayne, Voluntary permanent bond
Meeting Notes: Nearly everyone had found a friend or companion, but Wayne was wondering now, whether he might? This seemed odd because he would have thought that a Rook would require one early, to protect his charges? The clock looked like it was just about to ring in the new... year or whatever time frame was changing, when a slip of a silvery creature showed up near his hip while he was grabbing another bottle of champagne to share at the table. It wove between his sturdy legs, but he didn't trip. He could hardly be as confidently protecive as he was if he dropped a bottle, right?

Hungry, came a thought. This creature was more catlike than anything else but not in appearance: her movement was sleek and felt like she enjoyed every step she took. She rubbed up against his leg, and looked up at him with large violet-colored eyes. She looked like marble, pale but not bright, except those frills on her head, which were a shiny pale blue catching the light with metallic sparkles. If her siblings were shiny and reflective (he'd caught glimpses of them, they were indeed) she was brushed and cool, not quite as flashy as some.

But that was fine. Silaki would grow into her beauty, and would be able to keep up with Wayne's reading and strengths equally.

Name: Wipshath (WHIP shath, -TH ending though they're not necessarily pure Pernese several lines have this, and will breed true with it)
Gender: Female (+preference as desired)
Size: 8'4" s/l/ws
Build: slender and snakey, very long tailed
Physical Features: four legs and two wings, feet have apparently retractable claws, wings have large wrist thumbs with thick claws; angular head with knobs having very long and sharp horns, faceted eyes, and a jagged tall crest, echoed on the spade of very long slender tail
Colors: calico (found only in females including any descendants, males cannot show this pattern) clouded markings of dark grey, graphite, silver on body; wings solid dark grey; crest and tail high black; horns and claws light; faceted red-violet eyes
Stats: Strength 3, Speed 2, Endurance 2, Agility 5, Health 5, Intelligence 3
Abilities: 6 Shadow spells, telekinesis, Local teleport; 5 Verbal speech; 4 Telepathy, unassisted Firebreath; 3 Shadow Sense; 2 longevity, Void teleport; 1 Shift (shifting is passed only, unless paired with another shifter this will vanish from genes quickly)
Parents: Calietosth + Dairruinth
Bond: Regina, Voluntary permanent bond
Meeting Notes: There had been numerous clutches displayed in the hours before now, but the clock was at half-the-hour, between two and three to go before midnight. These dragons appeared from a dark-edged archway, their elegant black sire and their long, low to the ground brightly marked dam leading them with encouraging words and sing-song chirping. They were both quite large, Regina noted - their offspring would be elegant and big. Well, 'big' by tall and long standards. Their wings, too, they would be massive! But narrow, long, slinking like shadows around the dancers that cleared away on the ballroom floor. Several of the knockoffs all but jumped over each other to scatter into the room, while the more sedate and proper offspring gazed with what looked like intelligent eyes across the gathering.

How many they had to choose from. Even the scary sharp Death Court dragons could be among their choices.

But one of them, marked like her mother only in dark and subdued shades, chose Regina. They had a conversation that no other was able to listen in on, even though Regina knew that Wipshath could speak. Perhaps she needed practice. And spells, books and learning were in this dragon's future for sure. They would be able to provide this. Wipshath looked into Regina's eyes, and made her choice known without once looking back.

Name: Dovith (DOH vith, -TH ending mandatory for pure Pernese, will inherit or be modified depending on partner)
Gender: Male (+preference as desired)
Size: 10'6" s/l/ws
Build: high bodied, long, slender
Physical Features: Pernese hide skin with iridescence resembling scaling, four legs and two wings with large claws on all, boxy head with knobs and a low neck ridge, fleshy ridge on rump and high tail, split ended tail, faceted eyes
Colors: gradient from high black at all limbs, head and tail, to graphite on body (barely noticable but feet are much darker than shoulders); wingsails graphite at body and wrist, grade to light grey and show strong iridescent sparkling; ridges are soft black; claws light, faceted eyes orange
Stats: Strength 3, Speed 4, Endurance 3, Agility 5, Health 1, Intelligence 5
Abilities: 6 verbal speech, unassisted firebreath, telepathy; 5 telekinetics, local teleport; 3 nexus teleport
Parents: Maranth + Minath
Bond: Thomas, Impressed permanent bond
Meeting Notes: It was about time. Two hours to midnight, and only one of their group hadn't yet found a dragon friend. Thomas didn't display his irritation at this, knowing that perhaps, the night was saving the best for last?

That illusion was shattered when the dark Pernese pair of dragons brought out their equally dark clutch from one of the side rooms. Clearly they had hatched a while ago, not too long that they would be having difficulty. He'd read up on the various breeds found here at this event, and knew that those of this type needed a bond very soon after hatching. Or what? Or they would die? How barbaric.

Death would be left for the battlefield. Or the board.

It surprised him to realize that the much larger parent of these high-hipped dragonets was the female, but then again many species had larger females. No matter. He'd been sitting, he'd been busy sipping wine and eating cheese on a cracker, having danced enough already... he wasn't there to dance. But he got up anyway, moving closer. The dragon that did walk right up to him, as he had found himself drawn to the edge of the dance floor, was quite dark. Only the edges of his wings were lighter than 'black', save for the brilliant sparkles that glittered on them. Orange eyes, would they change shades as most of this breed? Or would they remain in this state?

Time would tell. They had time. Dovith proudly raised his head, though still young and a little wobbly. You are my king, and I am yours. What games will shall play!

Name: Kivante (ki VAN teh, typical of engineered clutches this dragon has -ante as its name ending, rather than -TH from its Pernese parents)
Gender: (choose+preference as desired)
Size: 3'5" s/l/ws
Build: leggy, long wings
Physical Features: Pernese, four legs and two wings all with short claws, long neck with boxy head, prominent fangs, high crest, faceted eyes; slender tail with spade tip
Colors: white pawn 6 a medium grey body; crest, wingsails and claws are checkerboard patterned; teal faceted eyes
Stats: Strength, Speed, Endurance, Agility, Health, Intelligence all average 2 with one being 4 and one 1 your choice
Abilities: as their full sized clutch mates the knockoffs have average skills in Telepathy, Local Teleport, and can breathe fire after chewing a little stone; these have good Nexus teleportation, and may bond to nonhumans or each other
Parents: donor clutch Ancheoth + Tehndarinth
Bond: Armand, Impressed
Meeting Notes: It was early, the night had barely begun, and the big clock showed 4 hours to midnight. With the mass of people on the dance floor, Armand and Alida had to make room for the dragons that came from the nearby hatching chamber. While a number of the full sized hatchlings found their friends, the checkerboard-marked littler ones seemed eager to get themselves underfoot. Well, one of them anyway, a little lighter grey than most, a bit darker than a few. It kept getting between Armand and his wife as they attempted to get back into the dancing.

It looked up with bright, curious eyes. Do you like how I dance? The mental voice came to him and he suddenly realized that even though they were engineered and smaller than typical, this dragon... had just Impressed him? He had to pull Alida aside and settle his mind... and learn the dragon's name! Kivante, an odd name for a Pernese dragon? But not odd for the knockoffs. Perhaps... If Alida also found a little partner here, they would be set at home!

Name: Tin ahlTahnhadaa (tin awl TAWN hah dah, its first name is a short syllable, the rest meaning 'family of tiny colorless ones')
Gender: (choose+preference as desired)
Size: 4' s/l/ws
Build: sturdy
Physical Features: Perneseish/Zekiran/Zebra-kin, slightly furry hide; 3+thumb / claw paws, +wrist finger wings; mane and tail tuft hair; back pointing straight horns - slight Pernese influence no knobs though; horse-like face; no external ears but hears fine; pupiled eyes
Colors: White Pawn 5, wingsails a medium-light grey, body is covered in small checkerboard pattern and over that are black stripes; mane and tail pale grey, claws light, dark blue eyes
Stats: Strength, Speed, Endurance, Agility, Health, Intelligence average 3 in each with one 1, and one 5, your choices
Abilities: cannot use family shifting abilities at all, though they may be coaxed out in splices thanks to flexible Zekiran DNA; average 3 for Telepathy, Verbal Speech, Telekinetics, and local teleport; 2s in fire/tk, nexus teleport, and longevity
Parents: Donor clutch Evugith and Fadhila
Bond: Alida, voluntarily bonded (not required but enjoyed)
Meeting Notes: It took another two and a half hours before a dragon looked at Alida the way that one had gazed at her husband. But in that time, Alida had the chance to watch so much joy among her friends! She was growing tired, after all being away from her family home and her infant was wearing on her, and it would have been well past bed time. But it was a special occasion! Everything leading up to midnight!

What is 'midnight'? A voice came into her head, it was clearer than the murmurs of the people chatting around the big table they sat at, louder than even the music across the large dance hall. She looked up, glancing around, but saw nothing. Until...

"How could I miss that pattern?" Alida whispered mostly to herself, at the small horse-like face that was tilted looking up at her from beside her chair. "Um. Midnight is... when it's the middle of the night, sweetie." She fluffed the mane on the dragon's neck, and the dragon seemed to enjoy that.

I am Tin! You are mine!

"I... I am?" Alida didn't notice how her husband was grinning broadly, proud as ever.

Name: Ibesheva (ee BEH shee vah, Sheva is the family name, only needed if boosted to Pawn status from knockoff)
Gender: (choose+preference as desired)
Size: 7' head height biped/l/ws
Build: upright, strong
Physical Features: Azon/Halloween Mutt, bipedal though often can run on all fours, with four legs and two main wings, with large claws on all; small hip-wings (nonfunctional), split-ended tail with spikes and poison stingers; angular head with external ears, sharp back swept horns, webbed head and neck spines; pupiled eyes
Colors: White Pawn 3, pale grey body with brilliant checkerboard markings on tail and muzzle, and on all fins; light horns and claws, dark neck spines; green eyes
Stats: Strength, Speed, Endurance, Agility, Health, Intelligence all average 3 with one being 2 and one more 4 your choices
Abilities: while the knockoffs are less skilled than their full size Piece siblings, the White Pawns can still use Spirit powers and Verbal Speech with ease (level 6), with 4 for Telepathy, local and nexus teleportation; and 2 for breath and poison stingers; if promoted to breeding status they cannot pass the Void / Infernal powers that their Black Pawn siblings have
Parents: donor clutch Sheng Stac'ver + Vassago Thain
Bond: Erwin, Voluntary Companionship
Meeting Notes: Dancing and drinking, eating and chatting... Everyone was so active even up until the final hour before the midnight bell. Erwin watched many dragons approach his dance group, and they seemed happy enough. He wasn't certain that this trip would bear any fruit, for him anyway.

I beg to differ, A mental voice proclaimed. I would like to see what you do, I want to learn how to solve mysteries too.

He turned with wide eyes, to see the checkerboard faced dragon standing there, eye to eye as he sat. This would be... a big 'small' dragon, that was for certain. Erwin caught the sound in his mind, and said, "Ibesheva, I'd be happy to show you around."

Name: Celustash (SELL oo stash, -stash is the family designation for knockoffs of this breed, though it will certainly breed true if they are promoted even though the family name is Turun; however they still will require a tattoo be placed for that to happen - unless sufficient generations pass to allow them to lay eggs)
Gender: (choose+preference as desired)
Size: 4' s/l/ws
Build: sleek horsey
Physical Features: Tattoo/Kijana mutt, four legs, two wings with feathers and membranes, head has small horns and external ears, pupiled eyes, lots of sparkly floof, paw pads and claw feet, long tail with feathers, orb with magic; requirement of being tattooed (or... temporary tattooed)
Colors: White Pawn 8, a medium grey shade that's pretty shiny, dark floof and primary feathering, sparkly white wing leading edge feathers, and checkerboard pattern on wing webbing; dark blue eyes
Stats: Strength, Speed, Endurance, Agility, Health, Intelligence 3 average, with one stat at 1 and another at 5, your choice
Abilities: 5 telepathy, verbal speech, magic sense; 3 paradise creation; otherwise they use only very modest versions of light breath and divination
Parents: donor clutch Sta Turun + Shiyo
Bond: Esther, Voluntary choice of Bond using tattoo
Meeting Notes: They'd arrived pretty early in the night, long before most other groups since their connection to the Healing Den was so strong. Even though few other clutches had evidence that they were hatched, a bunch of those sleek arm-winged ones with tuxedo-styled markings were already wandering the floor. Some carried trays around their neck on harnesses, others picked up items in their mouths and led groups using ribbons or flags to guide them. One of them, however, snuck up around the dance troupe and nudged Esther aside. She was concerned: they needed to be together to do their formal dancing!

Psst

It was hard to miss the source of that hissing sound. Esther finally stopped trying to reach her friends, and looked at the host dragon. "What is it?"

I was told to give you this, they said, and then... the dragon... licked her shoulder. Sloppy, slobbery! Ew! Esther recoiled slightly but the dragon wasn't done yet. Using its forepaw it slapped that area and held on to her until it seemed satisfied. Then it stuffed a little envelope into her pocket. When it was finally done, the little usher slipped back away into the crowd and pretended like nothing weird had happened at all.

Esther saw what looked like a small image on her shoulder, though she didn't seem very interested or even compelled to touch it - it was still moist. A white pawn, not very bright though. Hm. Well, she'd wonder at this later. Maybe everyone got one. A temporary tattoo might be like a silly headband or ugly glasses to ring in the new year.

***

It wasn't until nearly midnight, after a long long night of dancing and drinking, socializing with people that sometimes defied description... That something tingled on her arm. That weird little temporary tattoo was glittering in a checkerboard pattern, it must have been magical! But why? She saw a couple of them on other people entirely at random during the evening's activities, some in the casino and a couple at the big banquet tables. But... what did it mean?

"It means I chose you! My Paradise is small and kinda... shabby, so I might stay outside with you while it recharges."

Esther looked at the dark blue eyes staring at her quite closely. Right over her shoulder, the one that itched.

"You - you chose me, you mean..."

"Yup! I'm yours! To keep! Even if that tattoo's gonna need to be reapplied once in a while, otherwise I can't get back into my paradise!" Esther took a look at it - over the course of the evening that lick-and-spit tattoo had sort of peeled around the edges, worn off while dancing or waving her arms around. She then remembered the little envelope, pulling it out she discovered it had quite a few copies of that design, they'd be able to reaffix it with careful planning, for years and years to come it looked like. (Though maybe... there might be some other way to do it... magic? More of it?)

"Perhaps we'll find a better place for it, that won't get so worn off," Esther promised the dragon. "Do you have a name?"

"Celustash!" the dragonet chipperly exclaimed. "I'm not as big as them," it pointed out a much brighter dragon that stood by their bond, edging toward the dance floor, and indeed it was half again bigger than this one.

"That's fine, you'll be able to fit where I go."

Name: Taothol (as towel soul TAO thol, -THOL is the knockoff family designation, while their Piece companions have traditional -TH Pernese; this will only be important if breeding is desired)
Gender: (choose+preference as desired)
Size: 4'3" s/l/ws
Build: burly
Physical Features: Technically Pernese, four legs and two wings, horned head with small external ears, faceted eyes, sharp spikes with webbing between on neck and hips/tail, tail fin similar, large conical claws
Colors: Black Pawn 3, rich dark grey body, silver spikes, and checkerboard webbing and wingsails; orange faceted eyes
Stats: Strength, Speed, Endurance, Agility, Health, Intelligence average 2 each with one being 4 and another 1 you choose
Abilities: 3 average for most normal abilities (telepathy, verbal speech, local and nexus teleport, and unassited firebreathing), if written up to breedable Pawn status may also select one of time portal, foresight, or empathy, otherwise these are dormant
Parents: donor clutch Thaljath + Olelikoth
Bond: Isidoor Impressed
Meeting Notes: They had danced and eaten and drank (a lot, he enjoyed sampling the fare here!), Imke had shown progress and his feet hardly got tripped on while they were dancing! It was about an hour and a half until midnight, when Isidoor got quite hungry - again. This was nothing new for a dwarf like him, but this was something else. It was visceral, it was very deep in his gut that he felt this.

Before he reached for another slice of ham to put on his plate, Isidoor paused. This was more than just his stomach grumbling, wasn't it?

It is me, I'm the one hungry... I've been waiting, and I did eat earlier, but...

Isidoor could tell where that voice was coming from, implanted directly in his mind. He spotted that dark dragon who was 'hiding' under one of the nearby tables that had been left empty by the group there. Its nose poked out and orange eyes looked with a plead in them. "I'll be right there!"

Isidoor then rose and looked for one of the 'helper' dragons - they'd been in plentiful supply earlier, but now they were starting to thin because apparently, they too were heading to their chosen friends among attendees. One of them however noticed, and fetched a sort of bucket to carry in its mouth, filled with fresh cut meats for the hungry hatchling.

He went to that table, lifted the cloth so the dragon could leave its hidey-hole. Obviously this dark dragon would be pretty burly, but not tall, and had sharp nubs on its neck - they were quite bright against the dark hide. "Here you go, pal!"

Taothol! And I will help you see the things you haven't seen yet!

Name: Barmeba (BAR meh bah, -meba is the family knockoff naming, their full family naming includes gendered endings and nye' but this will not come into play unless breeding is desired)
Gender: (choose+preference as desired)
Size: 4'7" s/l/ws
Build: high body, long
Physical Features: Drak-like supermutt, four legs with heavy claws, fluff on back legs; four wings two main and two butt-wings, with claws on the fore and Shatternak-styled wing barbs on hind; head has two horns, ear floof, a silky mane, tail has floof and a sharp (poison?) spine; they are furry but they are also egg-layers
Colors: White pawn 5, mottled pale grey body, bright checkerboard wingsails, light claws and horn; floof bicolored black mane white tail, shiny grey legs; multicolored eyes mainly red-violet iris
Stats: Strength, Speed, Endurance, Agility, Health, Intelligence 3 average with one stat at 2 and one at 5 your choice
Abilities: most abilities (telepathy, verbal speech, local teleport) at 3, but exceptionally strong specific-location Portal (6) and 5 choose what kind of spit/sting they produce; do not use or carry the shifting or genetic abilities of full pieces regardless of promotion from knockoff
Parents: donor clutch Merajanay + Bales apa Larsis'Iann
Bond: Imke, Voluntary Companionship
Meeting Notes: They came out while the group was dancing, the music didn't pause. In fact the music seemed to energize these long mutiple-winged dragonets. If Imke had learned anything from her weeks of practice at the dance studio, it was to end the move before looking away distracted - so she let Isidoor swing her to a low dip and she tapped his shoulder twice to indicate a break. A lot of other couples were pausing too, as the proud little furry dragonets spread in a not-really-organized fashion out from their side nook. It was hardly four hours to midnight, and already dragons were being shown off.

All the way across the ballroom, their chipper voices mixing with laughter and cheering as they found friends among the dancers. Imke wanted to get a better look! And one of them, apparently, wanted a better look of her!

Hello! Hello! I am Barmeba! Would you show me how to do that? I might be clumsy at first.

"Well ... I was too, you'll learn!"

Name: Bonn Dumanish (BON doo MAW nish; Dumani is the family designation, and ish is for the knockoffs; Dumani is Turkish for 'smoke')
Gender: (choose+preference as desired)
Size: 3'7" s/l/ws
Build: high body, big wing fingers
Physical Features: Pernese/Smoke, four legs and two wings, claws on feet only, long neck and tail, beak-like face, faceted eyes, smoke based webbing and crest/tail that may vanish entirely
Colors: Black Pawn 7, a dark grey body with 'smoke' crest, tail, and wings in improbable checkerboard patterns, foreclaws black, hind white, and green faceted eyes
Stats: Strength, Speed, Endurance, Agility, Health, Intelligence average 2 in most, with one 4 and one 1 your choices
Abilities: Telepathy, Verbal Speech, local and nexus teleport; average 3 for typical powers in their family including becoming larger at the expense of their wings vanishing, choose one of vapor, shadow, or particle control to be at 5, the others then cannot be used
Parents: donor Dantinath + Dymati
Bond: Oswald, Voluntary Bond
Meeting Notes: Their dancing in the third hour before midnight was formal, as usual, or what Oswald called 'dancing'. Just dancing. It was his way, of course. Odette seemed to think there was more to it, and excitedly pointed out a pair that were apparently doing the Jitterbug. She knew perfectly well he couldn't be paid enough to make a fool of himself on the dance floor.

Harrumph indeed, a voice snuck into his mind. He knew it wasn't a sound, because the dragon it came from was standing right there next to them on the dance floor. Bold, dark against the white marble floor. They have little regard for tradition. But I do - and tradition is to choose a bond after hatching. So I have chosen you.

Though he was surprised, he wasn't particularly fussed about this. "Well that's good for everyone, then," Oswald replied. "I've heard that tradition includes me finding you food and offering ... a nice scratch behind the chin."

Which he did.

Name: Avirmeba (ah VEER meh bah; as above meba being the family marker for knockoffs)
Gender: (choose+preference as desired)
Size: 4' s/l/ws
Build: high body, long legs
Physical Features: Drak-like supermutt, four legs with heavy claws, fluff on back legs; four wings two main and two butt-wings, with claws on the fore and Shatternak-styled wing barbs on hind; head has two horns, ear floof, a silky mane, tail has floof and a sharp (poison?) spine; they are furry but they are also egg-layers
Colors: Black Pawn 4, mottled dark grey body, bold checkerboard wingsails; claws dark with one light horn, mane silver mist, tail fluff dark, yellow eyes with rainbow sclera
Stats: Strength, Speed, Endurance, Agility, Health, Intelligence 3 average with one stat at 2 and one at 5 your choice
Abilities: most abilities (telepathy, verbal speech, local teleport) at 3, but exceptionally strong specific-location Portal (6) and 5 choose what kind of spit/sting they produce; do not use or carry the shifting or genetic abilities of full pieces regardless of promotion from knockoff
Parents: Donor clutch Merajanay + Bales apa Larsis'Iann
Bond: Odette, Voluntary Companionship
Meeting Notes: It was no suprise that the dancing had started early and kept going all night long. And early on as well, the first few clutches of dragons were shown off! Odette marveled at them, they were gifted with not one but two pairs of wings? Long and lean, and complete with adorable fluff on their ears and hind feet. While the dance floor cleared a little, it was obvious that the dragons coming out just now weren't interrupting, they were joining in.

One of them butted its head against Odette's hip, horn buds in two colors on its head, and lovely rainbow with yellow eyes gazed at her. "I would like to dance with you, will my tail be in the way?"

She laughed as Oswald bowed out, allowing his partner to invent a new dance with this little dragon.

Name: Esc Zwitterion (ESK zwit TER ee on, with a last name indicating their spliced family, all the knockoffs have short and simple e-names)
Gender: (choose+preference as desired)
Size: 3'10" s/l/ws
Build: slinky long tailed
Physical Features: Hathian-Whorling, with four legs the front two having wing struts, long sharp claws, very long bare tail, long angular face with faceted eyes and armor blending into neck fins, a fluffy mane, shoulder armor with similar fins; their mane can stand up if needed
Colors: Black Pawn 2, vibrantly dark body with brilliant white tuxedo belly, black tie, black eye armor, silver shoulder armor, light claws, chrome mane, and checkerboard wings and fins; faceted violet eyes
Stats: Strength, Speed, Endurance, Agility, Health, Intelligence average 2 with one being 5 your choice
Abilities: average 2 with 6 in 'singing' (sonic manipulation and perfect pitch), cannot shift in any way, but they do display adept ability with computers and electrical items
Parents: donor splice Evocation Zone + Errick
Bond: Urbain, Voluntary Bond
Meeting Notes: They'd been present before the event really started, and the entire night everyone spotted the little dragon ushers, busy as a hive of bees. It was some time a few hours before midnight that Urbain decided that it shouldn't just be dancing getting his attention, and he asked for directions to one of the smaller stage venue rooms. And once there: he decided he was going to do a standup routine! Everyone was pleased with how many folks wanted to both participate and watch - this event was filled with happy people, after all, and slightly drunk ones at that.

And though some people didn't 'get' a couple of the jokes that Urbain told (they were too halfling centric, perhaps? they were too localized? but people laughed politely even if they missed the gags, and laughed strongly at the rest) he considered it to be a rousing success.

Even more so when one of the little Zwitterion ushers remained, eyes wide and head slightly tilted. I like you! You're fun and funny!

"Both? Really?" Urbain asked, and the dragonet tittered musically. He fluffed the dragon's chrome-shiny mane, "next time, you'll come up on stage with me. We'll make a great team." The dragon seemed quite happy with that!

Name: Sydamsh (sigh DAMsh, -amsh is the clutch designation, if promoted to Pawn for breeding some variety of this or their -TH / word based naming family)
Gender: (choose+preference as desired)
Size: 4' s/l/ws
Build: strong legs and chest
Physical Features: Pernese/Pyrrhan, four legs, two wings, all with claws; strong neck; spaded tail with double row of spine/nubs; hide with scaled armor (spliced features carry as-is to any Pernese, may lapse to scaled with similar pair); face sharp with back-pointing horns, external ears, spike crest; eyes may be faceted or pupiled
Colors: White Pawn 2, bright white body with medium grey belly, alternating black and white shiny armor parts, light horns and dark claws and tail nubs; checkerboard wingsails and tail spade; pupiled green eyes
Stats: Strength, Speed, Endurance, Agility, Health, Intelligence average 3 for most, 4 for one and 2 for one your choices
Abilities: 3 average ability with most things available to the clutch Pieces (Telepathy, Verbal Speech, local and nexus teleport, firebreath), however no added longevity and Stealth limited to 2
Parents: Donor clutch Amrith + 50 Shades of Grey
Bond: Ule, Voluntary Bond
Meeting Notes: She watched her husband perform, and definitely got the gags that went over the heads of the others (hah that's a first, as a halfling! ba-dump-tss). It was still about 3 hours until midnight, there was plenty of time for her own skit. That is, until another group of hatchling dragons made their way from their hatching chamber, through the main ballroom, and into the smaller side venues. Even if it was 'merely' one of the knockoffs with the genetically engineered checkerboard wings, one of them snuggled right up around Ule. The dragon was already nearly big enough to wrap its wings around her!

"Do you think I could learn how to balance on a beam? Or maybe I could duck a thrown pie!" The dragon was energetic, much more so than others at this stage in their life. "Either way, can I come with you? I can even carry equipment! I'm not big like my cousins," the dragon pointedly looked at one of their full sized companions, "but I'm still strong!"

"And I'm small enough that... I could ride you," Ule said with excitement.

Name: Hameskeneth (haw MESK en eth, traditional Pernese -TH ending will carry in offspring or be modified if different parentage)
Gender: Male (+preference as desired)
Size: 12' s/l/ws
Build: sleek and muscular
Physical Features: Technically Pernese, four legs and two wings, horned head with small external ears, faceted eyes, sharp spikes with webbing between on neck and hips/tail, tail fin similar, large conical claws
Colors: body very shiny graphite black, looks speckled if there is any light source, wings flat black, webbing matte high black, spines shiny smoke grey, horns and claws light, aqua faceted eyes
Stats: Strength 2, Speed 5, Endurance 5, Agility 1, Health 1, Intelligence 6
Abilities: 6 unassisted firebreath; 5 verbal speech, telepathy, local teleport, empathy; 4 time teleport; 2 nexus teleport; 1 foresight
Parents: Thaljath + Olelikoth
Bond: Avarya, Impressed (unusual to a dragon)
Meeting Notes: She'd spent so much time clinging to the edge of the dragon ledges, Avarya realized she really should go down and mingle? But it was intimidating even after the clock struck 1-hour-to-midnight. There were many noises on the dance floor, some were very pleasing. The Stage had filled with dragons several times over the course of the evening and she found herself swaying in the rafter nook, allowing the thrumming of their voices to fill her soul.

More than that, a sound continued to ring in her mind. Was it just those on the stage? No, no it couldn't be, it felt so specific. Her star covered wings were echoed in some of the dragonets that walked below, how pretty they were too - and she knew pretty stars! But none of those looked up to see her.

Until one, from a sleek and dramatic looking couple of dragons, did look. It was while another clutch was brought out, a dragon that lingered from before had somehow gotten up to this ledge with her. He'd been on the floor for a while, the rest of his clutch having mostly found people to hang out with. And now, one of them rested his dark head on her starry shoulder.

Did you see all the people? She asked, mind quietly addressing the little dragon.

They didn't seem like I'd like them, the dragon thought to her, tiredly. But I like you, and I think you will be right for me.

That was quite surprising, but... it did feel right. Avarya nuzzled the little guy, made sure he had been fed, and folded her wing over his shiny little form. He wouldn't be little for long, that was certain!

Name: Alpinth (AL pine th, as alpine snow; -TH ended Pernese name inherits normally or modified depending on partner)
Gender: female (+preference as desired)
Size: 5'3" s/l/ws
Build: barrel chested, strong wings
Physical Features: Pernese, four legs, two wings, all with claws; head knobs and soft short neck ridge, tail spade, some have faceted eyes
Colors: body ice blue-white 'snow cap' (head and spine to mid tail brightly snow-white marking); wingsails dappled high white and iridescent white; ridge and tail spade festive iridescent white; light claws; pupiled blue eyes
Stats: Strength 6, Speed 3, Endurance 4, Agility 2, Health 1, Intelligence 5
Abilities: 6 nexus senses, local teleport; 5 nexus teleport; 4 telepathy; 3 time port; 2 nexus communication; 1 unassisted firebreath
Parents: Gertith + Surrith
Bond: Kreenoth, Impressed (odd for dragon)
Meeting Notes: They'd definitely noticed the flash of blue on his wings, but Kreenoth kept his wings tucked none the less. The food the humans and others were eating smelled like they would enjoy it, but he also smelled the chopped meat and fresh water that would be available to the hatchling dragons.

And there were plenty of those. He'd been allowed to tour the dragon dens and lounges, of course, who was going to stop him? Well - one of those incredibly scary spikey ones that showed up a while later, but then it didn't matter.

Because before they even got to the party, some of the clutches on their private sands had hatched, and he'd been privileged enough to be there for one of them. He'd been told to remain, by Gertith the stunningly icy white mother of this clutch. And though there was something odd about how these nooks messed with time, slowing the need for a bond long enough that the other hatchlings would be able to find theirs among those in the ballroom beyond... Kreenoth was drawn directly to the icy sparkly seventh to hatch.

This place is big and strange and I am hungry, that dragonet bespoke to the blue-winged black. She was definitely hungry, and he remembered this feeling from his own hatching long before.

He was ... dizzy! Blinking away brightness that didn't really exist in his own eyes - the newly hatched dragoness, she'd spent the entirety of her life in a shell, in a dim room, and now there were noises and people and lights... oh, and a small local usher dragon that brought in a bucket with meat - which Alpinth just dunked her head right into. Kreenoth watched her, and knew that if he had been human, he would have had happy tears in his eyes.