Solo 6 - Jenny Dheil (Jhany)

Electric Guitar

While she spent most of her young childhood in the place of her birth, Calcutta India, Jhany was able to overcome the poverty of her local area and get a scholarship to a nearby music academy. Proving her worth there was easy, once she had food in her belly and a roof over her head.

Though she has trained with traditional Indian instruments like sitar, she has found her calling in the electrical waves of an amplified guitar. There's nothing this 26 year old can't do with a wah-wah pedal.

While she does want to return home some day, frankly she isn't sure that her family will even be alive. It is this sobering fact that has kept Jenny from leaping at the dragonries that the others went to. She is more reserved, stable, and perhaps a little shy about her own condition.

"But you're out here all alone!" Solo 2, Corsair said quietly. "I mean, I know it's nice but... it's so quiet."

"You have hit every nail on its head," Jenny said with a smile. Her huge dark eyes shone in the starlight and reflected the event horizon of the black hole. "It is not overcrowded. It is not so overwhelming with noise of people and cattle. There is no disease nor rain here," she said with a sigh. "No, there is no need for me to gather all the time. I like being alone."

Sara realized that Jenny was talking about her home, more than anything else. "Well, when you're ready to come along, I think there is a location that would enjoy your company."

Before Jenny could say anything, Sara put her hand on the dark skinned woman's shoulder. "Look, it's hard living out here but it's still better than it could be. I know that. It's just that we'd love to see who you'd bring back."

Jenny laughed fully, "Well, I suppose that it could not hurt," which brought a great big smile to the keyboardist's lips.

"Then let's go, it's to Cy Dragonstake, they've got this clutch on their sands..."

***

Jenny looked around herself in awe. The great tower, the Dragonstake itself, was filled with life - but not crowded and smelly and loud. Thick walls and elegant coridors split everything around. And outside? There were rolling hills and dragons! Dragons of beautiful hues with big wings and lovely crests or horns. Some of them lacked any frills, some were bedecked.

Once she was given a room to stay in, Jenny sat at the window and composed. It wasn't hard here, she strummed the strings and everything just came together. The amp she used at the Grid didn't have to be plugged in, and when someone came by asking what tune she was playing they also had cause to ask, "where's that thing plugged in?"

"It doesn't," she said, "it's powered by a black hole, I think." She shrugged and pushed her long, black hair over her shoulder. "Sound comes out, that is all I care. And the song is untitled yet. Perhaps I will know later on. It is not finished."

Astonished the man nodded and left her with, "it's lovely, now I'll be humming it in my head all day..."

She chuckled, and continued to work on the tune. She had no lyric in mind for it, but it traveled around the scales gently and lightly. She used a strange set of chords to describe the event of a dragon whooshing by, and another to mimic the flitters that landed on the windowsil.

They were so cute and curious, she paused and laughed as they twittered. As though they wanted more, so she gave them more. She had to commit to memory the tune first, jotting it down in a PDA that came with the amp.

Two of the flits in particular remained around Jenny long enough that she felt it appropriate to call them hers. By the time the hatching rolled around, they were usually perched on her shoulders or on the cloth of her garments. She often wore traditional Indian clothing, so they would take turns racing around tickling her and scratching her skin up while hiding in the folds of her wrapped dress.

"Mud, and Cloud," she announced to the child who asked as she passed, "I am afraid I am not very good with names."

"But they look like mud and clouds, so it's okay," he said. "When are you going to perform again?"

Jenny looked around, "perhaps when all of us waiting for this clutch to hatch, have bonded. It looks as though we are not lacking any talent!'

Jenny enjoyed her time at the Dragonstake, except that when that one particular man, G*non, left the place in the hands of some other man - a younger looking one, though handsome no one seemed to trust him as far as they could throw him, and frankly, Tenken would have to be thrown pretty far to have any effect on his snarkiness.

Mud and Cloud always fled when he was coming, that at least was something Jenny could predict. So when someone got pushed down the stairs she was in another hall. When those eggs that had been given out to a visitor turned up with obscenities written on them - Jenny privately laughed but knew just who'd done it.

One night though, the flitters were nervous for another reason entirely. Tenken was drunk, and Jenny had hoped that he'd stay where he was when, in the morning, the eggs were called out as hatching.

The seventeenth hatching at the Dragonstake was filled with colorful sorts, and all of a faintly musical bent. Faint? Hardly! The hatchlings began to shake in their shells when a horrifying voice was heard. Tenken's. Singing... some earth song?

A bunch of them? While Jenny knew all the songs, she was not a big fan of some - and how exactly had this interdimensional place gotten those lyrics to him anyway? He sang badly, almost as badly as the Solos had when they were captives and had restraining collars on them! Fortunately the beautiful matron of the sands, Sherra, continued to muffle his horrible wailings during the hatching.

It was a good thing too, because while others walked away with a dragonet under their tutelage, or bouncing before them, or whatever? Jenny was one of the last two standing around waiting. She found it almost impossible to believe that she might be left out - after all, by that time it was known that G*non hadn't counted the correct number - and there was an extra egg.

An egg which let loose a bright, self-assured yellow who proudly announced herself,  “Well... isn’t that too bad,” she mused, looking almost amusedly about. “People all over the place, but an entirely boring lot. I don’t think I’ll bond today.” She pranced out of the sands, head and tail high without so much as a glance backwards. “My name is Accelerando,” she called out over her shoulder. “And don’t you forget it!”

How could they? Jenny wondered, absently, what if she were to meet up with someone later? Pondering this, but also listening halfway to Tenken's last song, the Lumberjack song, Jenny finally had to comment.

“That one isn’t going to be winning any awards,” chuckled Jenny.

“Hmph. No kidding,” said a voice from beside her.

Jenny blinked and turned, expecting to see another candidate. When she didn’t see anyone there, her eyes slowly traveled downwards, to where a green and brown hatchling watched the Tenken lump with disregard.

“Are you talking to me?” asked Jenny, half disbelieving.

The hatchling’s attention snapped from the lump to Jenny, eyes lighting up happily. “Yep! I’m Glissando! And I, unlike that guy, can sing.”

“Not half as well as I can!” proclaimed the voice of the final hatchling, a sturdy red fellow with yellow stripes and a frosted white belly.

“Oh? Do show,” replied Glissando.

The red puffed out his chest proudly, took a deep breath... and squeaked. The poor thing rushed off, naming himself Pizzicato and bonding to the last candidate there.

Glissando chuckled, then Jenny helped her to the food.

***

A few weeks later, when Glissando was strong enough to travel, they made their way back to the Grid. Glissando was amazed, and very happy to be in the company of other dragons.

** at some point I need to figure out stats here?

Name: Glissando
Gender: Female
Size/Shoulder/Length: vs
Colors: 'Brown' striped green; light and bright green body with pale tan-beige diamond outlines on legs, wing arms, and over spine from neck to tail; wingsails and crest the same color
Features: split tailed mutt; four legs with long digits on paws with slender claws; two leathery 3 visible fingered wings with a wrist thumb, no visible claws, wings are long and narrow; head is angular with external ears, a tall Ryslen-esque crest, and two upswept back pointing horns (or knobs? same color as body)
Powers: Winged Flight
Teleportation / Between
Communication - telepathy and verbal speech, singing
Assisted Firebreath?
Parentage: Euphony (semi-zappy gold [Wiro (Jirairtai+Shyam)+Silent Melody (Derensaleith+Belithrandith]) + Chobizam (green-striped yellow biped [Melapha+Palydoch])
Origin: Cy Dragonstake Clutch 17
Other Info: unknown yet