Name: Lethe Gray
Aliases: Shard, Baeris, Vanya, Sanger, Tani, Viridia, Charybdis, endless others
Gender: Female, obviously
Gender preference: Male, but wants to be one. Go figure.
Age: 39
Hair: Brown, often dyed multiple colors
Eyes: green hazel with gold and orange flecks (requires glasses, not shown)
Skin: Art! (as shown!)
Rank: RPG creator, explorer, procrastinator, Net junkie
Marital Status: single, ex boyfriend (yummy)
Pets: Cats. Lots of Cats. (Toots, Boxer, Purrsephone, 13375qu34k, Rex, Mews) and Snake (Carmine), Whiplash, talking flitter
Talents: Artwork, Scripting, novel writing, website design
Dragon (impressed): Blue Bhavaiyath Falas Special Clutch; Pet: Gold-Mottled Blue male Talking flit Whiplash
Friends in Crime: Sara Letha Katrina the 3-headed me-dragon (nexus exchange); a bunch of Flamingo Flitters (from Ty at Ryslen), Dooooom (giftie from Rachael at DouPas); Flamingodragon (birthday giftie), Tanda (hadesriver dragon from Mindspace)
After the initial rush of morning cheetah- and cat-feedings and controlling the flitter population on my rooftop (there were now probably three dozen more regular flits, plus a handful of flamingoflits, and half of the others talked), I got the chance to sit down and rest. My night had been a bit troubled. Nightmares were never as bad for me as they seemed for other friends I've known, and I even enjoyed them if they were the right 'type'.
But this night wasn't quite a nightmare, it was merely... troubling. One of those things, like where you wake up realizing that if what you had just imagined were right in front of you, you might not be able to handle it without crying, screaming or throwing up.
In this case, I think, it was crying. Why, I don't remember. Whatever it was, and normally I recalled my dreams very clearly, had left me with the vague unease and sadness that came with a terrible event, like a death or a tremendous loss. But I couldn't for the life of me remember what that event was.
I tried listening to some music while I typed out these frustrated thoughts in my dream journal, maybe that might help. Sometimes I swore that my Itunes random shuffle knew me better than I did. Something sad and yet upbeat came on from Delerium, a remix of an older, much more persuasively desperate song. I sang along with it, as best I could considering I can't sing worth a damn.
Still, I couldn't quite get anything more on the page than
don't rem. something was bugging me, it was dark and kind of claustrophobic, but I knew where i was, I think. Maybe there was crying, something was hurt? but I don't know whether I was there to comfort it or put it out of its misery, whatever 'it' was.
And that was about it. I closed the journal and sat back to sing some more. About the third stanza was when Bhav interrupted my mind with his own.
I think you should see this, it is probably important. She is making the other You weep.
"... What?" I said, yanking off the headphones and stomping downstairs. Out back, with a half dozen cheetahs clumped up next to the porch and the other dragon, Dooooom, even standing away from the middle of the clearing. But SLK was holding her matrix-encoded wing over something protectively, while two of her heads were giving off a crooning sound.
I stepped out and tried to get closer, but Letha the goat-head of Chimera-me gave a sharp stuttering back-off noise.
"It's just me," I said, and slid to the other side. There, Sara the cat head was gently nuzzling a blue colored mass which seemed to have glowing bits... "What is that? What'd you find?" I asked.
Katrina the dragon head answered, "she is Tanda, she is of the dark Hades dragons. We do not know how she came here."
When Tanda lifted her blind, seven-eyed head to me and looked at me, I recalled very suddenly what my dream had been about. It was her, calling to me - or variations on me - and I was the one crying.
"Tanda," I said, then noticed her ears were sewn shut. I tisked, wiping away the gathered tears that had welled to my eyes. There were broken pieces of a mirror of some kind laying on the ground before her. But... they were hers, they gently floated slightly above the dirt, and oriented themselves at me.
There are some things you just don't care to see, and the mirrors showed me a bunch more than that. I shook my head, and tried to avoid looking directly at them. I used the mental speech that Bhav and I had shared for years, Tanda, did you need to be in the shade? I think you will be more comfortable inside.
In response she stood, her ... wings? If they were wings they were limp and almost lifeless, except that they had those bright glowie bits and almost seemed to seek out a 'water level' around her... Tanda followed me into the house. She wasn't very large, bigger than the cheetahs but hardly more than that.
I knew she was blind, but I also knew she could see perfectly well what I saw. I knew the house would suit her, but where would she settle in it? Hopefully not in the basement - and hopefully not in the bedroom because those glowies would keep me awake...
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Tanda, hades river dragon from Mindspace
Female, about 3'8" tall at shoulder
Abilities: dream walking, memory tampering, hypnotism, emotion sway, Mirrors - show fractured memories and fears; Disabilities: blind (in eyes only), deaf (from ears only), mute (except in dreams)
(Sara / cat; Katrina / dragon; Letha / goat)
