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| HEALING DEN / UNKNOWN DATE / CURRENT ERA ROOKERY YEAR 6 The Den alerted Baeris to an arrival, and thankfully it hadn't interrupted any of her existing daily tasks. She was in reasonably good spirits, because honestly there was nothing going on in the Den at the moment. Well there was that hilarious batch of creatures that Keenan kept sending photos of, claiming they were pestering him for space. They could have whatever space they wanted, somewhere else... anywhere but here... She wove her way around desks and chairs, halls and access tunnels. The Den pinged her more urgently, which was a bit weird. She had long been accustomed to it tugging on her elbow like an insistent child, but this was more like the old days - more like when it would wrest control of direction and time and just land wherever it pleased. At least it was telling her to take the wheel, as it were. Maybe the Den had things on its own mind. Maybe she was making things up, because hardly anyone else really believed her when she tried to explain all of that to anyone who wasn't intimately connected to the place. The kids who had been born here? They got it. Some of the more recent visitors like Keenan and Rhea and Mel? They understood implicitly, but probably for different reasons. Only Keenan 'knew' what she was talking about. Mel and Rhea scampered around the labs like giggling school girls - and Baeris had joined in - on that one visit... Finally Baeris got to the main entry point, a broad cement-lined room with rollup doors and what had been concession stands lining the walls. Open to the one end's broadest archway, looking out to the flat parking lot and beyond it to the chunky landscape of an asteroid this all was carved from, that entry had signs on it on both its inner and outer rim. As a point of habit, Baeris glanced up at the sign, but didn't immediately grasp its significance. It displayed a yellow-gold neon egg, and after a little while switched infrequently from that to a black and red chrome shell, both of these superimposed on... a desert? Why? Weird. It rested on that neon gold when she passed under the arch, and stayed that way while they were near it. There was a moment when Baeris stood in shock, because for all the things she could imagine, seeing her sister's dragon show up at the Healing Den was not one of them. But there she was, bright as day - brighter, in fact, against the blackness of the Healing Den's void sky. She glowed. She was... very, very large. It had been a while since Baeris had been in proximity with this particular dragon. According to her own personal 'internal clock' it was... more than... well, it was more than a hundred years, longer than a human lifetime at least. The neon sign didn't do this dragoness justice, honestly. She rumbled with a deep tone, a big sound, one that resonated in Baeris's lungs and almost made her gasp. The Vortigaunts that Keenan would bring through the place sometimes spoke that way. It had been quite a long time since she'd heard a queen's greeting. But along with that nearly-subsonic tone was a mental spark, a connection that in honesty had never been forged between the dragon and this woman. I greet you, my rider's-sister, the dragoness bespoke with a voice that was as intense as her color. Before I say or do anything more I must ask... that this... remain between us? There was a weird pause, the dragon seemed to be working up how to say what she meant. I require sands, but I ... require this to be held secret from my rider. Baeris blinked, hard, and tried to focus. The intensity of the insistence, the quality of must rather than could... "I... I guess?" She stammered. It was highly unusual for Baeris to be at a loss for words, but sure if it wasn't this dragon that could bring her to it. "But why? I can't imagine that my sister the bitch-queen would be worried about her dragon's-" That queen cut her off: She does not approve of this pair, she forbade it, but I needed to... I needed to do this for him. "Him... him? Who?" Baeris asked. Did the dragon mean her suitor? Or the dragon's rider? But the dragoness dodged all that. The woman let it drop, because of all the things she wanted to do, pissing her sister off was still oddly high on the list. So for spite? Sure. She'd let it just be unknown for the time being. If the dragon decided to tell her later, so be it. She wasn't going to push. Besides, if they got samples it might go a ways to telling. "So you did know to come here, but when-" Baeris took a glance around. The Den had in fact settled back on Pern, she knew it instantly. She knew the wide and rugged mountains, she knew the chill in the air. This was Buenos Weyr's old territory. She wondered absently - and then more firmly - whether anyone she knew was here or if it was abandoned, the way she'd left it all that time ago. Baeris didn't want to hang around though, because just in case there were still folks? She couldn't afford to be seen with this dragoness. Lyeleth wasn't known to the locals, she'd only visited the place maybe once and that was when she was a weyrling barely big enough for Cheyanne to ride or go between, and she obviously had wanted to shove this in Baeris' face. I'm a queen-rider and you're not, she all but said it. I know there is little love between you, Lyeleth bespoke, as Baeris waved for her to enter. But you are both at least strong and smart. We look for that in our shells. Baeris thought she detected a curious note to that, and sure enough there was Dulath peering around an artistic stone column with eyes whirling assorted violets and reds, until they settled on a dark blue-green. Dulath kept to herself, voice silent, and mind clamped shut - Baeris didn't want to intrude on her conversation with this queen, but was well aware that it was going on. She scooted away, to places Baeris wasn't going to follow just at the moment. The hallway was tall but much broader than its highest spot, and this dragoness actually needed to lower her head and tuck her wings to properly get to the main Sands. She was not the biggest dragon ever to come from the Den itself, but she was still a queen-sized gold, and she was very, very heavy with eggs. She also had a slightly dry look to her skin, and Baeris tapped out a message on her data pad: bring bathing equipment and traditional Pernese oils, their guest needed to be tended. She knew from experience that the dragoness wouldn't want to eat yet - not with that much blocking her internal organs from expanding with a good meal. Eventually while the dragoness was pampered by an assortment of local kids and unbonded staff, Cynonix approached carefully. He was always careful, he was always a bit more jumpy than any other Sanger on site. Even after this long, with children and grandchildren tying him to Baeris (and the other Sangers), Cynonix had never lost the edge to his senses that could let him escape in the blink of an eye. Of course, he was a cheetah-kin, so there was that aspect, built for speed and not for fighting like some Sangers, Cynonix none the less had been presented with plenty of the same issues that plagued his human and humanoid doppelsangers. "She... has been timing it," he said quietly. "A lot. She's run herself ragged. And though there is no danger to the eggs, they may have been affected by some of that betweening." "It isn't typical to travel a lot while heavy," Baeris nodded. "But then we can make sure that any eggs are healthy long before they hatch. Provided she allows it," she looked at the queen - and remembered they were a bit more touchy on their own nests than anywhere else... Very few of the dragons on the Den's sands had ever needed to travel at all, the Den would provide. But Lyeleth had not showed up and then grown heavy, she apparently hadn't been able to 'catch' the Den's 'eye' until now. Why then, suddenly, did it perk up and listen? That was answered when the Den seemed to move just a little sideways. Probably no one but Baeris noticed; maybe Cynonix did, he swayed and had to use his long spotted tail as a balance. It was not unlike a boat mooring on a gently rocking lake. Baeris pulled in a long breath, bid Cynonix to continue making sure that the queen had what she needed in terms of help and health, and turned back to the entrance hall. The sign above now shone a dark red and black egg, and flickered back to the neon gold one only rarely, like static interfering with a signal, still with that arid dune behind it as a backdrop. So, now what? Another visitor with eggs? Yes, it was. But it also wasn't who she might have expected, even less so given this twist. Because it was her sister's dragon again. Only it was another version's sister's dragon. She looked for a Baeris that had been born on another world very similar to but not quite the same. And Baeris recognized this dragoness too, even though she herself had never physically set eyes on her. Though she was clearly from whatever Weyr had birthed Lyeleth, with similar features of headknobs, dual-tipped wing fingers, thumbs, and the like, she had brilliantly red hide with equally stunning shiny black wings - indicative of being from a Pern where things went a bit differently. But still a queen and big for one: this dragon was, if anything, another notch taller than the gold who now rested on the sands. "I don't know your name," Baeris said, "I... I want to say zeeee...something." Her hand fiddled with the air a little, and she thought how the Vorts would do that to coax lines of energy from the surroundings - they at least could get something out of the motion. She was left just waggling her fingers until the dragoness supplied the information she needed. She did so with a voice, in addition to a rich but somewhat exhausted sounding mind. "My name is Tzarrenth," she said, in a voice as husky as one might expect a sixteen-foot-tall dragoness to use. Breathy; she was tired, she was still steaming from arrival from - wherever it was they had put down. The Den had actually abruptly taken off from that world, it was quite odd. Touch and go was not a typical response from it. Perhaps the dragon's exhausted state showed more than the Den would tell. "Let... let me guess," Baeris said, "you were flown by a mate that Cheyanne didn't want you to?" As Tzarrenth took a hesitating step into the dark corridor, her mind sought out Baeris's. Indeed, but how- "You're the second to arrive," Baeris said on entering the Sands. "I think you two will have a lot to talk about." The red-black was stately, but clearly still winded from whatever rough and tumble journey had led her to the Den. As she passed the mistress of the Healing Den, Tzarrenth sniffed her soundly. You are like but unlike. I cannot pretend to understand this. "So you've met ... well, you've met that Baeris that lives wherever you are from," Baeris asserted. "It follows that I smell a bit different. Plus I've been here a long while." "You still smell good," Kalkin said from one of the ledges above the Sands, chuckling. The dragoness looked up sharply at him, but said nothing more. It was entirely possible that he didn't exist in their timeline or world, so this unexpected presence would have shaken her. He wanted to yell, You have a sister? But he'd already known about Cheyanne. And had already yelled that in jest numerous times over the years. Not recently. Baeris wasn't typically the one to go looking for her own duplicates across the multiverse, but she was very curious now. Was she a healer? Was she a rider? Both or neither? She knew from the endless parade of Sangers that had come through the place over the years that virtually anything was possible out there. But she alone was the one that the Healing Den as it was allowed to guide it. Her sister was a bitch in all of them, she thought. That probably wasn't true, but it still felt right. What would happen if Cheyanne came here? Of course: how she might do that would be quite the tale. Given that her dragon(s) had come alone, leaving her on whichever their worlds had been. They would have to return to their riders. They would have to remain silent, perhaps forgetting in that draconic way that they had, what went on here. Would they notice that the dragoness they'd impressed as a teenager was older, more slightly worn, had evidence that she'd laid eggs... Did it matter? The thing that did matter to the Master Healer was that the dragons were safe now, they had all the care they could possibly want now, they had complicit silence from everyone here. And all the space they needed to lay these eggs. Cynonix took one look over the red and black queen, glancing back and forth between the two, and jotted down a few numbers. He showed those numbers to Baeris. How they would do so in such proximity? Well, Baeris had a little experience with that. She thought back to the "Cross Gender" flight - the one which had the most eggs she'd ever seen from the most number of pairs. It was possible that there were still shards of shells under the sand from that hatching. She led Tzarrenth to the more sequestered portion of the sands, since Lyeleth had already plopped herself onto the nearer part of the dune, closest to the entry hall. The red and black dragoness would be easily visible from Baeris's quarters up above the sands, but both of them were visible from her office thanks to security cameras scattered all over the place. *** While the pair of queens did settle on their spots, they could occasionally be heard chirping or bellowing at one another, depending on their mood. Lyeleth dropped egg after egg onto her portion of the sands, before Tzarrenth even started really getting her side smoothed out to her liking. Days before, actually. But within ten days, both queens were tending to their broods. Cynonix's estimation of 'a lot, no, more than that' was accurate but they wouldn't know exactly how accurate until those cameras detected heat signatures and movement from the eggs. Tzarrenth's were spread slightly farther apart from one another, she was sure to separate them for whatever reason. Lyeleth's rested closer to her and in clear groupings, again it was unclear why she'd decided on this approach. Perhaps it was that they knew they would have to allow people to come near them? In the short time they were nesting in the Healing Den, they realized that this place was different than they expected, but also was as safe and secure as they knew it could be. So as one, they decided to announce they were ready to both receive visitors to their clutches, and... that the sire of their nests was Utainth. The name made Baeris pause, a grip in her gut that didn't go away when she asked for them to say it again. The tone of her voice brought Kalkin to the edge of their overlook above the Sands, concerned. He watched, quietly, but obviously could listen in with ease to anything other than their mind-speak. Utainth they said - E'tan's dragon, who had been through at least as much time as Baeris and the Den itself. But why? And this time she did voice again, more insistently than when they had arrived, "you said you 'needed to do this for him'," she said to both queens, "which 'him' do you mean? I need to know this, I have to know whether you mean the dragon, or the rider." At that statement both queens eyes turned angry red-orange, Tzarrenth's almost matching her hide. But it was Lyeleth who answered, to the dragon, and only he. We know that the rider is... not right. He is not what either of us would allow to approach our hatchlings. "Perhaps he used to be," Tzarrenth spoke after clearing her thoughts. "He could never stand for a dragon now, Utainth told us." She added quietly and mentally, I believe we both felt sorry for this dragon. And... I believe... he is the same dragon that flew both of us? Not two of them, as there are of us. "Even though you're not from the same world," Baeris asserted with a nod, "yeah that sounds like E'tan's dragon. He knows how to move through worlds the same as any dragon born here in the Den. Only he's been doing it..." For that horrible man, at his whim, Lyeleth spat. Utainth wanted to... well I think he wanted to be the sire of something right for once. Baeris considered this. The queens shared, through Dulath who was weaving almost constantly between them and even around their eggs, that Utainth's mental landscape was as rough as the Void, broken as between. And not the 'good Void', the blessed silent darkness of death - something else, a twisted place that sweltered of sands: the desert behind the egg images, on the Healing Den's arrival sign. A desert that almost always meant E'tan. But they both swore that the rider knew nothing of this flight - because Utainth had often been ignored by the man for months at a time. When he would be near there was no welcome or warmth, only more commands, always coming from the man and never going out to him. The image from both of the queens was staggering and very clear: Utainth was a mess, his wings tattered, missing parts of his feet or tail, an eye hopelessly ruined and the other barely able to see. Dulath remembered him from one flight long, long ago - such a contrast from that shining and swift-winged dragon. And there was something more desparate about this once fine brown that Dulath caught even through the filter of their shared memories. Utainth was terrified to return to E'tan. Apparently Dulath shared this information with Sixth, because he started chirping urgently, and Kalkin went silent at that point. He watched as Baeris paced around and reassured the queens: they were safe, and they were most certainly safe from him here. The Healing Den would not allow E'tan to come through its space - even if he tried forcing his way in. It could not be brute-forced, and that was his way. Even among his own duplicates over the multiverse, E'tan preferred the bold and open method, brutally doing whatever he pleased with whomever he could dominate mentally, and then washing the memories out of the minds of anyone involved. Kalkin knew more secrets about him too - that he was in most worlds... the father of his own abuser, Jonbyer. Jon, Renaud, whatever he went by, more often than not this blond menace had a father that was infinitely worse. He sighed, closed his eyes and tried to clear his emotions. It was painful, it was an old wound. It was a wound that seemed very familiar when spoken of by the chittering dragon at his side. E'tan had run his dragon ragged the same way that Byers or Jon would have his own slaves. It ran in the family, apparently. He knew that the Zekiran version of Etan was among the nastiest of the group; but at least there, people stood against him that could fully withstand his psionic power. Here, the Den provided that padding. And he was quite glad for it. Cynonix was on edge about all of this too, he overheard that dragon-speak, and like almost all of the Sangers knew what it meant. All the dragons at the Den, and their riders, would have to remain here, at least until the eggs had proper bonds attending to them, and could be safely moved to secure locations - and probably, watched for any signs of incursion by the man or his dragon later on. Any stray mental noise from dragons who didn't know better, or riders prone to gossip, they couldn't be allowed off the Den until all was over. |
| Name: Lyeleth (lie uh leth as beth), Wingleader Cheyanne's dragon Gender: Female, Queen Size/Shoulder/Length: large 12' s / 45' l / 80' ws Colors: very brightly shiny white-gold, slightly darker at tail and wing fingers; wingsails more evenly sunny yellow-gold Features: standard Pernese; hide skin requiring maintenance, ridge bumps along entire neck and back, upper tail, tail split at end; 4 legs with 3 clawed fingers+thumb and 4 digits hind; two leathery wings with 3 visible clawed fingers including double-tipped fore and small wrist claw; headknobs; faceted color-shifting eyes responding to emotions; egg-layer; gender-based color morphs; -TH ending names known at birth; requires bond at hatching Powers: Winged Flight - Lyeleth is a very strong flier, and could easily compete with the durable bronzes of any thread-fighting wing. She flies like lightning through clouds, and prefers high altitudes in order to survey the territory. Teleportation / Betweening - though she is definitely more proficient at teleportation now than she was even a few months ago, Lieleth relies on heading between only for emergencies. The few times that she's been in any danger during Threadfall - since they are very much Thread fighters - she almost always avoids it by flying circles around the unpredictable stuff instead. But with her desperate flight avoiding Cheyanne's wrath and seeking a place to safely hide this event at all from E'tan, she forced herself to use techniques that had only been whispers in their Weyr. Find a place's stars, the outline of a landmark. But this time, it was to a spot she'd only visited briefly, and not during a time that was current. When she does have to return to her proper time and place, it's best that someone else aid her to do it properly, lest she become hopelessly lost in the Void herself. Communication - as a typical Pernese dragon she has a voice only for bellowing and purring, making raw sounds and not voice. However she is very intelligent and can telepathically speak to not only other dragons and her rider, but whoever she pleases. Her mind is clear and slick just like her golden wings, and she can reach dragons up to 50 miles away, humans around 10 miles. Carries Assisted Firebreath - as all Pernese queens are incapable of producing the chemicals necessary to breathe flames, but all her offspring certainly will have that aspect, here it is. Parentage: Unknown dragons, gold and bronze Origin: Unknown Weyr, unknown Pass Other Info: Lyeleth is not as arrogant as her rider, by a long shot, but is still very much a Queen in attitude if not actual rank at their Weyr. Even though she is very clearly capable, their Weyrleaders have a firm hold on who is and is not going to rise at their sands. It is known that she has had two modest clutches, neither on that Weyr's sands, before this point. She is currently around 20 turns old, making Cheyanne about 36 or 37. |
| Name: Tzarrenth (like scar-rent), Weyrwoman Third Cheyanne's dragon Gender: Female, Queen Size/Shoulder/Length: large 16' s / 58' l / 96' ws Colors: body bright red with no variation; wingsails chrome-black red extremely reflective but dark; eyes change Features: *mostly standard Pernese; hide skin requiring maintenance, ridge bumps along entire neck and back, upper tail, tail split at end; 4 legs with 3 clawed fingers+thumb and 4 digits hind; two wings with 3 visible clawed fingers including double-tipped fore and small wrist claw; headknobs; faceted color-shifting eyes responding to emotions; egg-layer; *though gender usually determines colors on this version of Pernese they include many varieties as well as the obvious bicolor options as well as 'off gender' rares; -TH ending names known at birth; requires bond at hatching Powers: Winged Flight - Tzarrenth is large and in charge, and lets you know it at the drop of a hat. Or thread. She can maintain flight for hours on end, strongly so, not just gliding on warm thermals, and can travel incredibly great distances even without pushing herself (as she clearly did on arrival to the Den). She is slightly less agile than her gold companion on the Sands, but still has never been Threadscored, and would never consider it to be on her list of things to do today... Teleportation / Betweening - she does rely more on going between to make sure she doesn't get hit by Thread, as they are fighting it as well as flying for dominance in their Weyr setting. She isn't a show-off with it, however, she treats going between as a necessary part of life, but not a luxury - it exhausts her if she must travel more than 10 or 15 miles at a time, and she would rather simply wing herself to another distant locale rather than kill herself on the stress of teleportation. *Genrehopping - That said - she did reach the Healing Den via pulling into another dimension very briefly. If this was the Den's doing or her own, it doesn't seem to matter, because she's laid her eggs on the Den's sands, and they will have this power. She will be able to return to her home dimension with less difficulty than she arrived, but will be unlikely to ever use this power again. *Communication - able to speak verbally as well as use telepathy, this breed of Pernese bears a little more in common with the Den-born than with straight Pernese in this regard. However she doesn't tend to speak much to anyone aside from those necessary to get a point across. Preferring to use telepathic communication with dragon-kind, and the occasional touch with a human beyond her rider. She can telepathically reach dragons up to 60 miles away, and humans around 30 miles. She can also, however, yell over a mile away and be heard clearly... *Unassisted Firebreath - another variation from typical Pern dragons, as a female she is able to breathe fire without the need to chew firestone or coal, and can do so as a female. She is very good with this power, which is how she and Cheyanne made it to their current status in their Weyr. She can hold a 100 meter long gout of flame that is accurate but narrow, hitting smaller patches of Thread or burning something about the size of a goat, and can do this at least a dozen times per Thread combat. At shorter range, up to 50 meters or so, she can fan it out more broadly, for thicker clumps, around 5 or 6 times per combat depending on if she's sniped. Lastly she can just spew it around herself, almost immolating but more like a cocoon, frying everything around it instantly; this last option is cooler and lasts only moments, and it's for dire Thread situations, usually she will immediately leave the area with a teleport. Parentage: Unknown, queen-ranked and highest-ranked male equivalents Origin: Unknown near-Pern alternate world Other Info: *This dragon is from an 'alternate Pern' which has female firebreathing as well as a variety of color options, but is largely still Pern for all intents and purposes. Names and locations remain the same, but colors may vary. This timeline requires all dragons to fight Thread, and therefore her Weyrwoman-third status is equitable to the Wingleader above. She is around 15 turns old, thus her Cheyanne is around 30. |
| Name: Utainth, (oo tainth) rogue rider E'tan's dragon Gender: Male Size/Shoulder/Length: Medium-Small 9'6" s / 40' l / 66' ws Colors: light caramel-brown body with strong mottling in a yellowish color; wingsails surprisingly white looking but on close examination they are very dark charcoal brown with mottling in very pale brown, and are somewhat reflective though this feature has faded into a more 'it's just scar tissue' white over time; lined with scars and missing parts; right eye is completely scarred over and damaged, left eye mostly dull with age or cataracts (or the Pernese equivalent) Features: *Altered Pernese; hide skin requiring maintenance, low ridge lumps from head to tail tip; tail is spaded; four legs with 3 digits clawed + thumb fore, 4 hind; 2 leathery wings with 4 visible fingers bearing no claws, wrist thumb prominent with claw; head has faceted eyes which change color based on mood, head knobs; sires eggs; -TH ending names known at hatching; hatchlings require bonds; gender-based color system though he is proof that it also has bicolors, color variations, and he has sired gold and bronze offspring Powers: Winged Flight - Utainth has always been a clever, strong flier, capable of winning flights for mating against even much larger or much speedier or agile dragons. Once upon a time he was quite sought after, that time has long passed, but his legacy will include durable fliers that absolutely can pace with the strongest of their breed. Teleportation / Betweening - this is where Utainth has always been strongest, and he demonstrates his ability to teleport daily, almost like a ritual. He can travel local worlds up to 250 miles at a jaunt, but do this numerous times, up to a dozen, before even feeling a little winded. Even in his elderly state, he can still do this with such ease that it's astonishing. He can absolutely 'time it', with precision that most Protectorate dragons aspire to, though this may be due to the tampering that E'tan did to him. *Genrehopping - this is definitely due to that tampering. He can move between dimensions, more easily if they're 'very similar' - so, between Pern and Almost-Pern to pair up with dragons on slightly different versions of the same planet. Even then, though, he can move instantly to the 'right' version, though this does wear him out a little if he has to fix errors (no, this world has three peaks in this Weyr, the one we want has two). *Communication - although Utainth cannot speak verbally, he is definitely far smarter than most dragons from Pern, and this is due to the same tampering that created them in the first place, not coincidentally the same process that created Vanya / Kalkin and their entire ilk. Boosting intelligence and memory capability, Utainth has an extensive vocabulary and has memorized places he has been with the kind of photographic precision that a teleporter needs to have. He can telepathically address dragons at up to 80 miles away in a conversational tone, and up to 200 miles to 'ping' them; while he is able to communicate with E'tan at virtually any distance provided they're on the same world, he has actively chosen not to, for decades at least. However this hasn't stopped E'tan from yanking thoughts out of the dragon's mind, Utainth can keep his thoughts as private as needed and doesn't feel like he's going to regret this secret. He can address humans with telepathic abilities at 40 miles, and normal human minds at 20. Assisted Firebreath - though he has been known to participate in Threadfall long ago, he has not had access to the required firestone or coal, chemicals needed to react with his own glands, and thus his skill in breathing fire is almost nil at this point. *Alterations - the treatments and chemical compounds that E'tan has pushed on his dragon will also affect the offspring of these two queens, though they came after any other clutches that Utainth sired and none of his prior offspring benefit from them. These benefits include but may not be limited to: intelligence, taking a much more human-like route rather than draconic; memory, a stunningly strong memory for places, names, even faces or sounds; Genrehopping as above, Teleportation inherently improved as above; extreme health and longevity, he has lasted through all of this, and only very recently begun to fail. Parentage: Unknown Pernese gold and bronze, it's been said he resembled a Blackstone or Alabaster dragon, but truth be told he much more closely looks like those hatched at the Healing Den itself - he did not come from these sands. Origin: Unknown, but possibly close to where the Den originated, near a place known as Green Wing Cove, Buenos Weyr. Other Info: Utainth is likely dying, he is extremely old - much older than he might seem even as a 'worn out fighting dragon' that he resembles visually. Because E'tan kept him moving back and forth in time as well as across entire dimensions worth of planets for so long, he doesn't have any idea just how old he really is, but absolutely older than Dulath - making him likely up to 200 or even 300 years old. He can and has appeared throughout many hatchings and flights, abruptly participating or leaving with E'tan (sometimes alone), dotting through time to keep track of some of his earlier offspring until more recently when he had to just give up and do whatever E'tan required. Repeated applications of the same treatments that extended his life originally have worked but to less and less effect. Utainth is done. But his legacy will live on, and not the way his rider wants it to. |
