Bold blue, perfectly pristine, a primary colour if ever there was one. This dragon bears this colour from snout to tail tip, entirely uniformly, with not even the slightest variation in shade. His hide seems to shine just a tiny bit, reflecting the light at certain angles, but it's still just the one shade. Physically, he's nothing to write home about, settling around average in length, though his build is a little unusual. He's a stocky fellow, compactly built, broad shoulders, wide hips, and a sturdy barrel belly that just about equals both of them in width. His limbs, as well as his neck and tail, carry on this stocky build, being a little too short and snub in places. Every movement he makes is precise, calculated. That is, when he bothers to move at all.
Egg Name and Description
Summer Behind Bars Egg
The upper third of this egg is a clear crisp blue, dominated by a large yellow and white coloured circle, which seems to radiate heat. The lower third is a dusty red-brown, dry and parched, utterly lifeless, as far as the eye can see. The band around the middle? There's a slumped splodge of bright red and white there, and a discarded red sack on the ground, hidden behind a wall of shiny silver chain links. This wall is topped with a spiral of spiky metal, as if to prevent the splodgy red figure from escaping.
Hatching Message
Things are heating up for the Summer Behind Bars Egg, as now it begins to bob as though floating in boiling water.
The shell of the Summer Behind Bars Egg seems almost to glow with warmth. How long can it continue heating up like this before it explodes? Cracks are appearing in the shell now, and it almost seems as though steam is escaping.
The Summer Behind Bars Egg suddenly stills, and seems to rapidly cool, with a long hissing sound. Finally, the cracked egg shell crumbles harmlessly away, the shell extremely brittle. Left sitting in the wreckage is the Building Blocks of Blue Hatchling.
Impression Message
Building Blocks of Blue Hatchling continues on his very slow very deliberate path, heading out from his shell in a perfectly straight line, eyes never wavering from his target. He eventually stops at the feet of a young Istan-born computer crafter, and looks the candidate in the eye.
Personality
Cebilokth, in stark contrast to the egg he hatched from, is a cool-minded sort of dragon. He has boundless patience, and the most precisely logical mind. « Let the bronzes eat first, after all, there is more of them to feed. » will be his response to a commotion around the food, for example.
For some inexplicable reason, Cebilokth seems utterly incapable of using contractions, he will always say 'I am' instead of 'I'm', and may refer to riders by their original names, if you can remember them for him.
The most common reason for him to speak will be to ask questions, it will always be to ask questions. How else is he to gather knowledge? Though, usually, his question will be 'Why?', when he spots someone doing something he thinks is silly or absurd, or just plain wrong. « But why do people drink? It is not healthy! They should not! You should not. »
Weyrling lessons may be slow with Cebilokth. It isn't that he is slow-witted, he just prefers to take his time, and make sure he has everything /just so/, before he actually tries anything in front of others. You may find him working on the recommended exercises all on his own, and there may be times when you will have to give him the final mental shove to get it over with. « But I do not want to fly yet! » he will protest, though he will never go so far as to claim he isn't ready, as that might be /lying/, and lying is illogical.
Mindvoice
Roasting Under an Open Fire
Warmth. Heat. Dry and dusty. At any moment, the mind seems liable to catch fire, and it uses the snapping of brittle twigs as a warning sound. If this mind catches fire, the fire will rage. What this mind desires most is to be released from its imprisonment, and preferably a calm and cool lifemate, to quench the inevitable wildfires.
Mind Touches
Roasting Under an Open Fire immediately intensifies the heat of the sands, seeming to channel it through the egg's shell, right into your skin. The very act of sharing this oppressive heat seems to be a relief to the mind within the egg, as it seems to sigh. Though hot, the egg does seem to be warm and inviting, trying to tempt you to sit a while, take some of the heat for it.
Roasting Under an Open Fire starts to prod at your memories, with a dry and brittle twig. Poke poke prod. There! It seizes upon the memory of rain, and holds it up, seemingly refreshed by the very thought. This thing called snow, have you seen it? The mind clumsily freezes the rain, to give an approximation of what it thinks snow is like, but it comes out as hail, pelting down.
Roasting Under an Open Fire crackles suddenly, and swiftly withdraws. There! In your mind! The memory at that point was of a clear summer's day, what could possibly be wrong with that? As if to demonstrate, the mind sets the memory on fire, showing how easily things burn in the summer. It sits there and watches it burn, doing absolutely nothing to stop it.
Roasting Under an Open Fire finally relents, and shares some truth of itself. You feel an overwhelming wave of loneliness, heat, and isolation. The mind in the egg would rather be anywhere but here. Simply anywhere. It nudges more slowly at your memories, pulling to the fore the first memory it can find with a beach or large body of water, or even just the bathing caverns. There is a strong sense of longing from the mind.
Roasting Under an Open Fire is cooling now, much relieved for the company, but weary. Long hot days on the sands, they make it sleepy. Slowly, the mind dwindles away, from fire to glowing embers, and then, finally, charcoal.
Roasting Under an Open Fire is calm, for once. It refuses to make any further contact for fear of shattering that calm.
Inspiration
The clutch theme for the eggs was Christmas Songs, and this one was based on the song 'Santa's Papers' by Tripod. [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZDhAOPqnPWY] a slightly political song by an Australian comedy group, in which Santa is refused admittance to Australia, and has to spend the Christmas in a detention centre on Christmas Island. Therefore, the egg was based on Santa behind bars at the height of summer.
The dragon theme was popular toys, and what could possibly be more popular than lego? As lego is cold and hard and perfectly logical, this inspired the dragon's personality.
The name, Cebilokth, is a rearrangement of 'block' with vowels and 'th' added.
Credits
| Name | Building Blocks of Blue Cebilokth |
| Dam | Gold Miraneith |
| Sire | Bronze Ittisieth |
| Created By | X'hil |
| Impressee | H'spar (Haspar) |
| Hatched | January 14, 2010 |
| Ista Weyr | |
| PernWorld MUSH | |
