Name: Orodinth (OH row dinth, traditional -TH names from Pernese / Alskyran mutt heritage)
Gender: Male (+preference as desired)
Size: 10'6" s/l/ws
Build: muscular
Physical Features: Pernese-Alskyran/Danachian/Eienic Mutt, 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: body pale grey with high black point marks on face, limbs, tail tip and wing fingertips; wingsails transparent dark grey; crest and tail tip high black; horns and claws graphite; eyes violet-red
Stats: Strength 3, Speed 3, Endurance 5, Agility 6, Health 5, Intelligence 2
Abilities: 5 telekinetics; 4 unassisted firebreath, telepathy, shadow spells; 3 sense through void, void teleport, verbal speech; 2 local teleport, shapeshift*; 1 longevity* *note that shapeshifting is only carried at this level, cannot attempt to use this power; and that the dragon is not necessarily immortal, but also carries a very long-lived genetic feature so this won't be a problem for any immortal bond
Parents: Calietosth + Dairruinth
Bond: Ereldyn, Voluntary Bond
Meeting Notes: They were among the first to arrive, this big group - and the first thing their odd friend Philippe did was ditch them in favor of dragging his buddy M'len over to the ballroom floor. Already had dance partners there, already had a drink in each hand to shove one at the rider's own, and Ereldyn and the others just had to chuckle about all of it. It all happened in moments, they had very clearly been at this type of thing for a while.

A big party was nothing new to most of this crew though, was it? Tarja headed straight for the bar, Ishyar tagging along but with eyes darting everywhere to spot Important People. Icon's own eyes went wide at the sight of the big windows, one of which she could have sworn was the skyline of her own home... Arion and Leyna contented themselves to pleasant dances and finger-foods, for a while at least.

Iraufein, finally confident in her brother's safety and well-being, started doing a circuit of the venue, taking it all in.

That left Laora and Ereldyn, both of whom shrugged and laughed, and began to mingle as they should. They didn't necessarily remain together the whole time; Philippe showed up unexpectedly in the fray of the dance floor and just as suddenly pulled Ereldyn into the casino... While M'len begged him not to get on the small stage to do that atrocious karaoke routine - and failed to stop him.

About halfway through the night, though, something began to tug at Ereldyn, and he wasn't sure what it could be. He'd begged out of the casino, dodged being dragged onto that stage by Philippe - a fate that Arion didn't escape. He located Laora and they had another spin on the dance floor, just a little, one which ended in a hungry growl from both their stomachs.

As they found their way back to the main balconies, Ereldyn was much more interested in listening in on the discussions up at the table a few over, as they got dinner served to them. Some high-ups from a variety of worlds were managing their trade deals, it seemed dry on the surface but there was a lot of undertones of 'don't let this person find out' and 'if that dragon shows up we can't stop the fighting'. Juicy. And a little scary. He'd had enough combat in recent memory to last a lifetime and was thankful his life hadn't been cut short already.

Ereldyn shook his head, Laora tilted her own. "Are you okay?"

"I'm good, just... well, lots of wine, I suppose."

She slid the tall pitcher of ice water across the table, "then hydrate, as they say," she winked. "Too bad we don't have cookies." While he did dutifully pour himself a glass, and sipped at it for a while as they ate, he still felt a bit weirder than typical, and that was saying a lot. There were plenty of fears in him that started to grip his mind again, he didn't like uncertainty. And the few things he was sure of, they were... not great.

Laora rested her elbow on the balcony's chrome-trimmed hand rail, and gazed down at the floor of the ballroom, as it churned. "Oh, another clutch is coming out, they're pretty impressive."

Ereldyn barely heard her, there was such a buzzing, hissing sound in his head. But he did look, he did have to crane around from his side of the table to get a glance down there. Larger than some at the event, but still cute - baby dragons of any kind could usually be called that. These looked like they would mean business when they were grown.

Some of them flapped their very wide wings, or pulled their very long tails around to keep them from being danced over. All in those Ball oriented colors: grey, black, silver, white. Handsome dragons.

One of them stared straight into Ereldyn's mind, and didn't leave it.

You could teach me much, the dragon's mind cut straight through that weird static hiss. In fact, the static and any hint of a mess of other mental noise abruptly left him. The silence was not deafening, it was blissful. There is much more to you than even you know, I will look forward to finding those secrets as you will too.

"Wait - wait," Ereldyn said, distracted; Laora watching this odd behavior with a raised eyebrow.

"Are you-" she began.

"I can't do this, I'm not here for this?!" He wasn't angry exactly, but surprised, a touch distressed. He stood; wobbly, but not from the wine. Laora watched as he hurriedly found the balcony's ramped stairway, one which led down to the main dance area. Where those dragons were now spreading thin.

"Oh," she said, appraising this with her own surprised look.

Out of breath more from the hyperventilating that he'd been doing than the short trip down the stairs, Ereldyn stood before this grey and black dragonet. The dragon was absolutely calm, if he'd been human he might have been examining his nails. In fact, he did that: picked up one big paw and gazed at his own claws as if he'd only just realized he had them. The drow tried to look at this logically - the dragon would have elegant horns like his sire, and be a very strong flier by the looks of the wings. The dragon's name was at the tip of his tongue. He almost spoke it.

But this... wasn't supposed to happen.

A lot of things aren't 'supposed' to happen, my friend. The dragon's mind was intimate, warm, pragmatic if not childlike. I meant what I said, there's more to you. I wish to see your worlds, I think you can help me learn a lot. My sire has told me I should find a mage - he didn't have one to teach him, but I shall. The dragon finally stood, he was very clearly among the larger of the batch, he'd be impressive, Ereldyn considered how that might tilt the upcoming events in his own life in their favor. And appeared to catch that semi-hidden thought, puffing his chest up and looking proudly around. What is supposed to happen now, the dragonet explained, is that you're supposed to help me find my meal, and start learning how to keep me healthy and happy. I know you can do that. And you will help me find that mage. I will keep you protected, you and your mate. You know my name.

"Orodinth," Ereldyn said. He was baffled, he was surprised, but... He was also not alone, and Ereldyn did as the dragon suggested, because there was indeed more to him than met the eye. What mage could they trust? They would find one, another quest...

Name: Welejef Moonshield (WELL eh jeff MOON shield, Moonshield is the clutch name, and can inherit if desired)
Gender: Female (+preference as desired)
Size: 7'10" s/l/ws
Build: strong keel, impressive wings
Physical Features: Drakkari / Dragonstake mutt, 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 pearlescent high white, wingsails solid pearl-white, frill and tail spade metallic cloudy grey; claws and horn grey; eyes fuchsia
Stats: Strength 3, Speed 6, Endurance 2, Agility 2, Health 6, Intelligence 4
Abilities: 6 empathy, moonlink teleport, freeze breath; 5 verbal speech, nexus teleport, moonmagic; 4 telepathy, local teleport, share magic; 2 fire breath
Parents: Rakki + Sasazik
Bond: Laora, Voluntary Bond
Meeting Notes: Though Ereldyn had found a dragon, and in fact Iraufein seemed to be doing so just near the midnight bell, Laora wondered whether she too would be befriended. A final clutch had been presented and she gazed at them in awe. So shiny, with great wings and a sleek profile. She felt a strange yearning, a desire to see the stars and the night sky, the moon. Of course, when did she not? But this was different. And Laora realized it was because of the dragon walking toward her.

Pale as the light from the moon, hardly any darkness on her beyond budding head fins, and those would likely not be any darker than the shadow of a crater on that moon.

"I have been told you are a moon elf," the dragonet said, her voice was high, strangely accented, pleasant. "I am a moon dragon!"

Laora grinned, "you certainly look the part!"

"I have also been told that you're waiting for someone, are you? You have friends already, are they late?"

Laora looked around, seeing Iraufein standing near two dragons, Ereldyn and his delightful slinky noodle, friends from other worlds raising their ale and champagne glasses in the midnight cheer.

"I think they're all here, I..." The elf finally realized what she was talking about. "Oh, well I perhaps I have still been waiting for just one more friend."

"Tonight," the dragon stepped close enough for Laora to gently touch her nose, "I am your only moon."

It was the mother of this beautiful pearl-colored dragonet that approached next, and Laora could tell instantly where she got her shine and many features from. It hadn't seemed like this dragoness or her mate interacted with others, this seemed special.

She quietly spoke to Laora while nuzzling her precious daughter. "I sssense in you the affection and care that can complete our needs. As one moon can transport usss across the night." The elf wondered what that meant. "But we have also learned that there are worldsss with more than one moon, and sssome without any at all." Rakki gazed around at the celebration, up at the vaulted and brightly-lit ceiling, and the massive depth of the sea above them. "Ssso under another moon'sss light, who knows what this little one will be capable of doing?"

Laora was going to mutter well I am a moon-elf but it seemed that both the dam and dragonet already knew that.

"I will make you proud, mother," the dragonet bowed her head, and turned back to Laora. "I am Welejef Moonshield, and I am for you. What happens somewhere else isn't important yet! I know something is... very important to you," the dragonet clearly meant a particular dark elf and his sister. She paused waiting for her mother to return to another of their brood, "but what's important to me is getting something to eat, I'm starving, hatching is hard work."

Name: Rail'nye (RAIL nye, 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)
Gender: (choose+preference as desired)
Size: 6'6" s/l/ws
Build: elegant, long
Physical Features: Pyrrhan/Myrsilk, 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: Grey Pawn 7; body medium shiny grey with gritty black belly from face to mid tail, sparkly white-silver socks on feet only; wingsails checkerboard patterned slightly larger on undersides, backs of wings very small checks; claws, horns, spikes shiny silver; pupiled blue eyes
Stats: Strength, Speed, Endurance, Agility, Health, Intelligence average 3 in most, 5 speed, and with one 2 and one 4 your choice
Abilities: speed and nexus travel are their strongest points, verbal speech but no spellcasting or summoning, more likely to be ice-nightwing heavy and tolerate the cold very well, also good with localized prediction
Parents: Donor clutch Smirch + Nekeel Void Shaman
Bond: Iraufein, Voluntary Companionship
Meeting Notes: Iraufein followed Philippe and their new allies into this place with a little hesitation, but that feeling waned when they vanished from the world they were used to, and showed up here. Here, was... amazing. And, something crept into her mind: it was safe here. Safe from the worries of their family, the distress and the pain caused by Neerven. Obviously those things would continue to plague them until it was all put right. But for the moment, there was an actual party to attend, and maybe, just maybe, they could all relax and recover their confidence before having to return.

Dancing wasn't really her thing, but bumping up against a lot of those healthier types certainly was fun for a time. Didn't even spill her drink. She heard there was gambling, zipped right over there. Oh - heh, and there was a very drunk Philippe belting out a song on the smaller stage, he'd been making the rounds, she'd heard his distinctive laughter around the venue. Iraufein snuck around halfway in the shadows, the walls of parts of the venue were a rich black marble or even covered with incredibly soft velvet in the same shade. In the casino, there were actually two stages, one of them far more sequestered and with an impressive pair of bodyguards at the entrance. It turned out there were security people because this was the strip-joint part of the club? And right up there on that stage, was Tarja getting the requisite cheers and hooting from the audience, she truly seemed to be in the spirit of this event!

The whole time, after about three hours of this all, Iraufein kept having strange slightly-magical 'pings'. But her magical senses would be overwhelmed every time she glanced around the venue. Everything was made of magic here, so it all just bled together into one massive churning disco-ball of power. But it couldn't be ignored. There was something gnawing at her mind, distracting her in different ways. She pried herself away from the warm and dim casino in favor of exiting back out to the main ballroom, halfway blinded by the lighting. She supposed it was fine for most attendees, they weren't born, raised, and chased around the Underdark.

She paused in one of the many nooks and crannies that were opposite the massive windows and the big Stage between them, looking out at the place. And felt... a warmth at her side. It wasn't her brother, she was sure he'd be along at some point again along with the moon-elf that even she admitted was growing on her as a... maybe a relative.

No, the warmth beside her was quite a bit different. This was a grey colored ... dragon? It looked up at her with casual indifference, but a gleam in its eye. "Would you like to know a secret?" It asked; it could speak already? "There's someone else waiting for us, but you'll have to be patient."

Was it just relaying this information for fun? It didn't look anything like those other little 'helper' dragons that were skittering everywhere. This one was bigger by a lot, had wings on its back properly unlike those wing-arm types. Checkerboarded, eye-dazzlingly so, with brilliant sparkling 'socks'. "Oh don't you look fancy with gloves on," Iraufein chuckled. That got the dragonet to puff up a bit, and it posed with one of those gloved paws extended.

"We should wait over there," it said.

"'We'?" The drow again wondered what it was talking about. "I mean, I'll go, but 'we'?"

"Of course we, I'm with you. I am Rail'nye, I choose to go with you. I don't have to stay if you don't really want me to, but I think you'll want my presence."

Was there a hint of worry in that voice? Or was it all simply so confident that they wouldn't be denied? Either way, Iraufein shrugged and moved over to one of the booths on the ledge overlooking the big dance floor. Spotted her brother and Laora a few tables away, but they looked distracted enough that she didn't feel like intruding. Instead she toyed with shadows: literally drawing some of them from the dimmer floor near her feet, formed it absently into shapes and entertained Rail'nye with them. Food was brought to the table, one of the servers simply arrived with things that were spicy and dripping with cheese.

She was halfway through this dish when she felt a nudge, well not even a nudge it was more like a shove mentally. Also, it hadn't come from the dragonet lounging beside her. It was too exhausted from an hour of wandering and stuffing its face full of the fresh small-cut meats and whole eggs from the feed stall below.

It wasn't at that feed stall, where Iraufein felt the nudging mental energy. What did that even mean then?

It means I'm eating something other than meat, have you tried this salad? Oh well there's bacon bits on it. I do like those!

Squinting at the middle distance, looking over the balcony's edge and not even seeing the bulk of the dance floor, the drow muttered, "how do you even know, you haven't ever eaten before."

Her voice woke Rail'nye who had dropped off into a light slumber, but they became quite excited now. "It's time? Have we found them?"

"We," she chuckled again, "I guess, yes?" Iraufein replied. "Let's go down, I don't know what we're looking for but..."

Not to worry, I've found you! That mental voice was much stronger, and paired with a happy looking and dramatically striped black and white dragon peering up to her from the booth's floor. The sleepy Rail'nye wobbled to its feet and nuzzled their new friend. They were plaid between their markings, weren't they? Iraufein had had just enough booze to chuckle at the thought.

I don't know what 'plaid' is, can you show me? Oh! And I am Iqiyath! I'll be happy to see all the places we'll go together. All of us together! A real adventuring group like in stories! The horse-like dragonet put a white wing over their checkered companion, and rested his head on the booth seat. Maybe later. Salad good. Sleepy now.

So... she was a babysitter now? Well, not quite. One of these dragons, the check-winged one named Rail'nye, had nestled deeply into her mind-space. The other, the tiny bit bigger Iqiyath, seemed ready to meet Laora and Ereldyn equally. They would wake for the midnight celebration, but for the moment she waited for her brother and the moon-elf, and showed off both lovely dragons when they were together. What would it mean, they weren't all that sure - but by the end of the night, it was clear that Iqiyath wanted to be 'part of their party!' He introduced himself to each of them, dragons and elves alike, and just sat straight down in the middle when they all celebrated the end of the evening.

Name: Dawn Break (as the words, this dragon takes after her sire, the Nightwing 50 Shades of Grey in her powers and appearance, some of her siblings take more after their Pernese mother and would inherit a -TH ended name instead)
Gender: Female (+preference as desired)
Size: 6'4" s/l/ws
Build: even, sleek
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: body flat black with belly marbled silver and high black; armor marbled pale grey and smoke; wingsails high black with silver star markings that do move and seem to sparkle as if they're really in the night sky; spikes and ridges marbled flat black and soft white; claws and horns flat black with silver marbling; eyes pupiled orange
Stats: Strength 3, Speed 3, Endurance 4, Agility 3, Health 5, Intelligence 5
Abilities: 5 telepathy; 4 unassisted firebreath, verbal speech, longevity, stealth; 3 local teleport; 1 nexus teleport
Parents: Amrith + 50 Shades Of Grey
Bond: Saelihn Tunnedredrii
Meeting Notes: This place was so completly different than the woods, the plains, the caverns, and lakes that Saelihn was used to, and she felt nervous. She was out of place and her winged wolf friend wasn't much more comfortable. But still they were here for a purpose, and it was best to concentrate on it. She wasn't above the celebration and dancing, but also Saelihn didn't seem to be really enjoying herself in this packed crowd.

She tolerated the place better when she stood before one of the tall arched windows beside that weird stage; there were currently a bunch of aerialists doing quite impressive stunts, she wondered how they'd do in the forests and winds of her home? The window was more to her liking, as it showed some far distant landscape and unusual stars and nebula above it. There were other people similarly enamored of the views, one of them was looking at the surf gently rising and falling under the pilons of a pier somewhere, another simply outside at the depths of the sea.

Though the crowd oohed-and-ahhed behind her, Saelihn remained by the window, standing without tiring. She hadn't noticed her wolfen companion looking behind them, but momentarily she realized there was something more to the stars in the window.

Darkness with sparkling, quite different from the 'stars and clumped nebulae'; stars that looked more like she'd see from home. They moved, both by twinkling as well as by virtue that they... were on wings.

She saw in the reflection that there was a dragon with its wings up, head tilted, seemingly examining themselves as well as the stars beyond. Saelihn turned to look, the dragon was dark as the night sky, but shimmering silver danced over armor and belly plates. And the stars... They danced as well, truly.

"If I look hard enough, it seems like those might even be constellations," Saelihn said quietly.

They are, but I don't know where they match either. It's not there, she nosed her sharp face toward the window and its weird landscape, but maybe it is more familiar to you? If that's true, she sat and her long tail curled around her feet, maybe you can teach me their names?

"I would like that very much, do you have a name?"

I am Dawn Break, she replied, I haven't seen dawn yet, though. I think it is in a few hours.

Her wolf friend gave a quick howl and the pair flapped their wings together to celebrate, finally this party was something worth enjoying!

Name: Xilo Turun (ZEE low too ROON, Turun namesake will inherit in offspring or be modified by partner's naming convention accordingly)
Gender: Female (+preference as desired)
Size: 6' s/l/ws
Build: Slinky, limber
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: Body sparkly high black; wing membrane sparkly graphite, wing leading edge iridescent graphite, wing main feathers pearlescent flat black, wing primaries pearlescent smoke grey; floof shiny high black, orb smoke; claws and horns dark, eyes green
Stats: Strength 1, Speed 4, Endurance 3, Agility 4, Health 3, Intelligence 5
Abilities: 6 sense magic, divination; 5 spell casting, construct (permanent paradise); 4 light breath, verbal speech; 2 planeshift; 1 paradise, telepathy
Parents: Sta Turun + Shiyo
Bond: Ella Ne'Bavren, Voluntary Bond
Meeting Notes: It had been quite the exciting few months for Ella. She'd always been small and picked on for that reason, and also for that reason became a bit hard-hearted. Concentrated on her work in the tannery, dove into worship of Korali Blackshadow. Though she did this on the sly, it wasn't sensible to be openly praying to a death goddess. In the process she realized how easily the two could connect... Small animals, skins and organs, they were fascinating to work with. Though her work usually indulged her little taxidermy projects, the big hides still needed to be used for their official projects.

She had to clean up a lot, particularly paying attention to her smell. The tannery was not a particularly nice-smelling location... Yet another reason other teens and kids picked on her. But now, today, she would be allowed to move through a portal for a major event - hand-picked by some strange group of dragon riders, she and several others were instructed to be on their best behavior but to enjoy the night. Perhaps they would find dragons, wouldn't that be just amazing?

Ella stood as tall and proud as she could be, as they entered the wide stone-crafted hallway. She felt the change in atmosphere, somehow, but wasn't sure exactly why. Oh. Oh, it was because that weird mental background she always noticed was dramatically changed. There were still plenty of minds, plenty of mental voices and stray thoughts - but they weren't the same as her home. Normally she hated having this background hum, a sense that no one else could use, but now she felt it had its use.

Something was calling to her, in that weird mental whisper. They'd barely gotten into the main venue itself (a sight that took her breath away with its size and scope) when Ella took a hard left into a nearly-hidden hallway. This was the right direction, yes, whatever 'voice' called her here was clearer and happier for her arrival to a brightly lit room with a single odd chair in the middle of it. There was a lot of magic here, and the scent of a sharp chemical not unlike that in the tannery. Chanting filled her mind, she'd passed by numerous temples or churches in her home town and heard such things, but this was slightly different too. Well, this was the place she was clearly meant to be, so she sat in that chair and waited. It occurred to her a moment later: this was a tattoo parlor.

Tingling magical 'hands' grasped her left arm gently, moving the sleeve on her borrowed white-fur-trimmed black dress. She was unsure of what kind of needles were piercing her skin: it felt too slow to be one of those mechanical devices, and too careful to be a sharp stick and hammer. Slowly but surely the pain - and the image - grew. Chanting and humming mixed, the scent of antiseptic as well as incense mingled.

When it was over, who knew how long after starting, Ella glanced to her arm as it was plastered with a clear bandage and ointments that helped reduce the sting. The image that had been created was a distinctive chess-piece shape, with an elegant dome shape above the base, all black with a faintly shimmering speckle texture, and with a small black dot over it. A bishop? Interesting.

Then Ella went back to the party! Her experience was quite odd, but put behind her quickly enough: there was food and drink and dancing with people that didn't mock her for her height, and some of them were quite exotic indeed.

***

Exhausted after a long night - gambling in the casino and watching some amazing shows of music and magic, eating from the big buffet table - Ella gathered like most people and dragons did. The gorgeous clock above the ballroom was about to tick to midnight!

She felt her arm tingling. She'd almost forgotten! It itched but didn't hurt, it was still a little tender. Just before the last seconds on the clock, Ella noticed that she had been joined by a sleek, furry and feathered dragon!

With a muzzle similar to a horse's, and great shiny feathered wings, a long tail with big fanned feathers on it... she looked right at Ella and said, "you're just the right size for me."

How odd? Was that a compliment? "Of course it was. I needed a place to stay... Maybe some day you'll see it," she looked around at the domed massive ballroom, "it's not this big."

"Where is this place? I ... don't think I understand," Ella raised her glass of champagne when the final bell rang, cheered, but was still listening to this dragon.

"It's inside you," she nudged that arm with the tattoo... And realized: this dragon was the same colors as that tattoo? "You're stuck with me, but I think we can make this work."

"Wait you... are my dragon?"

"And you are my bond," the dragoness smirked. "I want you to tell me about these things you do... making the dead move with life again?"

Ella drew in a long breath and a big smile crossed her lips. "Oh I can do much more than tell you!"

Name: Burthol (burr 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: 4'8" s/l/ws
Build: stocky, well-muscled
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: Grey Pawn 2, speckled deep black with medium grey static on body; wingsails and webbing checkerboard patterned, large squares on backs, smaller underside, and tiny on webbing; spines silver white, horns and claws black; blue 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 and Olelikoth
Bond: Oren Jakhed, Impression
Meeting Notes: It seemed so completely foreign to Oren, used to the farm, used to a much more rustic setting; even the city center wasn't this clean and bright. The stories he could tell about this ball would hardly ever be believed, even by the kids in town: it was at the bottom of the sea, protected somehow, it was filled with people that defied description, and... dragons. Not like the ones at home, though they varied quite a bit themselves according to stories. Not that he'd ever seen many, they might have flown overhead but he would be busy pulling up stumps or helping turn soil.

He didn't feel completely out of place, though, for whatever reason. There were so many different people here, who would ever have known he was just a rowdy farmer? Plus there were bunches of folk who knew how to party! A furry girl and a charming gent with what looked like a unicorn's horn busily served the large groups on the ballroom floor, and he took his time trying to figure out what all the symbols on their menu meant. That one had too many orange slices, not enough skulls... Oh this other one looked fun, grain and skull, surely that simply meant 'beer'?

It did! Thus equipped, he swaggered around to find a place to watch and drink, letting the beer warm him as much as those delicious 'mini tacos' took the edge off any hunger. He headed to the dance floor after finishing off that first mug, there were plenty of people who enjoyed the stomping, loud footed rabbit folk that performed in a big circle, that was something to take home and try out on the dusty fallow fields.

It was not quite an hour until the midnight celebration when a pair of grey dragons displayed their young: it wasn't the first, certainly - the night had been full of them! But this pair were sturdy and handsome, large heads on curving necks, and if the parents features were to be trusted those would be tall spikes on their necks? While a good number of them moved around to other parts of the venue, one of the littler - and checkerboard patterned - ones came up to Oren.

They blinked and sniffed at his mug, which had been refilled numerous times over the course of the evening. That smells odd, a lot of people have one, can I have some?

"I... don't think that beer is good for dragons," Oren admitted, scratching his head a little and swishing the drink around, "but I mean, if it will teach you beer's not for you..." So he tilted the mug a bit, and the dragon stuffed its nose right into it!

And came out a moment later with a little froth ring around its face, odd split tongue licking at it futilely. I don't think it's for me! They shook their head and looked like they were trying to back away from their own nose.

Laughing, Oren suggested, "let's find the fountain, it's by the meat for dragons like you... That's probably what you really wanted, isn't it?"

It certainly was. My name is Burthol, I'd like to come with you, if that's okay? There was the hint in the back of Oren's mind that there wouldn't be much else to say than 'yes', Burthol was definitely 'his' - he felt that strange taste of the beer but with the dragon's sensibilities about it. It was so new, and Oren was just as hungry as the dragonet, so he picked up his own bowl of stew on the way to the fountain.

Name: Cromami (crow MAH mee, though their donor clutch is Pernese and thus has a -TH ended name, the knockoffs have -MAMI as theirs - if desired, and written up a little, they might add -TH to that and be a 'true' Pernese)
Gender: (choose+preference as desired)
Size: 4'5" s/l/ws (green or blue ranked)
Build: sleek
Physical Features: Pernese, hide skin with possible 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: Black Pawn 6; a medium grey body with snowy-white underside from chin to mid tail and on inner legs; wingsails checkerboard patterned with larger squares on backs, and smaller squares on underside, back ridge checkerboards smaller than that; claws white; eyes peachy red
Stats: Strength, Speed, Endurance, Agility, Health, Intelligence; average 2 in all, with one at 4
Abilities: average 3 in all normal Pernese powers, though unless promoted to full Pawn, cannot use special clutch abilities (search, time, verbal)
Parents: Donor Clutch Maranth and Minath
Bond: Talvim (becoming T'vim)
Meeting Notes: He was a weyrbrat, born and raised with riders and all of the trappings of a proper Weyr. So it was expected that he'd at least want to impress. Talvim knew he'd look great on the back of a majestic dragon, but when the groups of dragons started coming from their arched entrances, they were... very scary. Not so much that he was apt to run or hide, he had been raised around dragons.

But they were very different from the ones at home, that was certain.

He looked around, after that first group showed up, and realized that many folks hardly paused as they passed by. Talvim got back to enjoying a meal. His instincts as a weyrborn were going haywire, though. He spotted several kids his age, but he definitely seemed to be on the younger end of the participants of this bash. The folks serving the food and drinks made sure that the brats didn't get the adult drinks, which was faintly disappointing. But Talvim certainly spotted how some of those kids danced and dressed, a few of them looked like they needed to loosen up a little.

The party was longer than he expected, but he was strong enough to last a good bunch of dances before even taking his first break. This wasn't really that much different from Weyr-sponsored events after all. He took a seat near some of those other kids, but definitely took note of their patron... who was pretty intense and looked very, very important.

Rubbing his feet, several hours into the ball the dancing had started taking its toll. He wasn't the only one, and at least, he chuckled to himself, he wasn't one of those adults who'd chosen to wear high heels!

What are heels?

The voice came out of nowhere, but it felt so warm and welcome.

"They're... things on your feet that make you taller."

I have feet, and things on them, are they heels?

Talvim looked around, because now it was important to see what they meant. There was a sleek grey dragon with brightly patterned wings sitting nearby, and it had features that he was very familiar with beyond those bizarre colors (or lack of colors!). He looked down, and the dragon held up their paw. "Well you have really nice claws," he told the dragonet.

But are they heels?

With a grin, Talvim looked over to a nearby table, where a pair of dancers were resting between energetic musical ditties. "There, see how her feet are?" The dragon gazed toward her. "Those things at the end of her shoes, those are heels." Shortly the woman removed her shoe and seemed relieved. The dragon seemed to be holding its breath in surprise.

You mean that's not her foot?

"Nope, we don't have claws like yours... well I mean," he glanced at one of those odd wing-armed humanoids from the kids group and shrugged, "most of us don't..."

I am Cromami and you are T'vim now, the dragonet stated with confidence. He would go home as a rider!