Zayin

• Z A Y I N • THE DREAMY POET

Hatchday: Mar 26, 2018 Original clan: Wind Parents clans: Father - nature Wildclaw // Mother - light Coatl Came to clan: taken in Mar 2018 (Muerti)

"xxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxx" Zayin is a bit shy and tends to falls in love way too easy. He spends a lot of his time daydreaming and writing love letters he will never give to the dragons they're ment for. The Coatl loves to write stories and compose ballads, so others can enjoy the written word and tunes alike. But whenever Zayin composes a song, he'd to so in private--never agreeing to play an unfinished piece infront of an audience.

I'll Write a Song for You Zayin sat, tuning his lute for a moment before letting lose a forlorn sigh. Finishing up his tuning, he plucks at a few strings, his ears picking up a melody as he hums along. He never got to compose these days, too many people were coming and going, it wasn't ever quiet enough. But today, the wind pushed softly at the reeds, and a subtle breeze pushed against Zayin's feathers, and he was inspired to write something, and maybe finish it this time around too. Plucking the strings and humming, resting back against a cool rock in the shade, he composed a love song for his new crush. It was a soft song, not like his previous infatuation-caused songs. This one started quietly, nearly silent if not for the telltale sound of claws gently scratching on the strings. ' I'll Write a Song for You', written by McShmalex

[MJ] Poetry Contest 2017

Haiku Voyage Carried far away windblown and freed from earth to everlastingness

Ode to Wind A kite's memento Can you hear the sound of wind chimes tinkle about the birth of new life? The upcoming breeze gently stroked them, taking the whisper to wide open skies. Can you tell, the beautiful moon shines over your soaring dreams? She travels on the beams of its sound, carried away to your make-believe worlds. So trust in these gently tunes, belief in my words, dear child. The wind chimes you got by your side will forever be your lullabies.

Any Way the Wind Blows Boundless Freedom Joyous roaming breeze. You can float from branch to branch, Lighter than the air. Rise up, unbound like the wind. Free yourself from all shackles. Spread your restless wings. Leave behind devouring doubts, Follow the sweet call. Gently lead by air currents Take up the wide open skies.

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'Welcome to the MJ '19 Poetry Contest! Entries, please. Here's your Event Badge. Wear it at all times. Good luck!'

Judge Windruffles says

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Official Event Security Badge Zayin Juri01's Lair Level: Second Place

2019 MJ Poetry Contest Entries: ___Friendship Haiku ___gleam of hope ___Autumn and Spring ___In the course of time, Ode ___If Windsinger were... ___A graceful melody ___Poem to a Friend ___Lost for words ___Season's POV - SECOND PLACE ___Spring's wakening ___Anything Goes ___A writer's love

Entry 1 A Coatl landed near the Registration and Security desk – a lute strapped tightly over his shoulder– and looked around shyly. He was accompanied by a seemingly annoyed Serthis Archivist. “See?! There's nothing to be worried about! We are here; you will enter the contest and actually share all those pieces you usually only let gather dust in some corner of your place. So, be proud about it and stopwhininginmyearsalready, will ya’?! You’ll do just fine, Zayin! Just think about it: someone will be actually looking at your work. You can pitch it to some people you never would have met otherwise! It’s a great opportunity!” The dragon nodded – more confident now – and took a step towards Registration… only to turn around with an insecure look on its face once more. “I don’t know, Crevan. It’s been so long since I last entered a writing contest. What if t—“ Before Zayin could even finish the sentence, Crevan linked arms with him and dragged his shy friend towards the dragon sitting behind the nicely decorated desk. “Happy Mistral Jamboree! Sorry for the commotion just know. I’d like to register this one here for the contest, please!” Zayin smiled thankfully at his friend before taking over the conversation, stating his name and profession before actually handing in his first entry. Quote: Judge Windriuffles sipped her cup of chai as the next Poet stepped up, or were they dragged? Oh dear, she understood the fear of sharing poetry with others. Their contest here was a good place though - everyone understood that fear. She took the entry with a welcoming smile and checked it over. "Looks good, thank you for entering! We'll get this logged in and you can get your Security Badge over there." by paintminion Entry 2 “Hallo there! It’s us again! You see, my friend actually finished some more writings and I'd like to turn them in!!” A rather calm evening came to a sudden end as Crevan came running in – Zayin a few steps behind him – while holding up two parchments. He passes them on to the dragon behind the desk and waits for his bigger friend to catch up with him. The arriving Coatl didn’t seem to mind his work being turned in; but he was grumbling about having an overexcited friend who just annoyingly loved to exaggerate! “Is it that difficult to wait for just one second? I couldn’t even wrap everything up…! What’s more, the ink hasn’t even dried completely! I really hope – for your sake – it didn’t cause any smears!” He also turns to the desk, nodding affably at the dragon. “How does it look…?” Quote: Abigail smiled as Creven handed her the poems, her usual shy demeanor standing out against his seemingly loud personality, but she looked ever polite and thoughtful and giggled softly at their interaction. Looking down her list of requirements, she nodded. "They look wonderful; everything checks out!" she said softly. "Good luck!" by BrookInTheMeadow Entry 3 “Are you serious?! You wrote something about friendship and it isn’t about me?! How could you…” Crevan gave his friend a deeply disappointed glance. He followed the dragon while that one handed its work in; still, the beastkin was sulking the whole time. “I just hope, it isn’t that good a poem.” Crevan added with an iniquitous tone. “Is that the green-eyed monster speaking? … you are my most dearest friend, Crevan. Don’t forget that just because it once isn't all about you!” The Coatl gave his jealous friend an affectionate nudge to calm him down. “Come on~ You also like Megs` clan! They have been our friends for such a long time now! Snap out of it!…” Zayin rolled his eyes and turned the scroll in. An address was attached to it so it would reach Meg and their family as soon as possible. But the Serthis Archivist couldn’t help himself, always wanting the last word. “Well… it’s not your best work, Zayin. … Just saying!! …” Quote: Windruffles yawned, the day had once again started well with a cup of chai and a crisp spring breeze on a sunny morning. She lay in the window seat and daydreamed about someday meeting Windsinger, and would he like her poetry? Suddenly she popped up and looked around. "Oh dear, what time is it? It's the last day of Mistral Jamboree and the Poetry Contest! I should be there working on the final entries and get ready for judging!" The wind teased her fur and wings as she took in the next batch of entries and thanked each poet for their participation. "Glad you could get in your entries! Today is the last day for us! Good luck!" by paintminion Entry 4 Zayin approached the desk, all alone for a change. His bright friend was still cheesed with the poet and wanted to sulk a bit longer in their tent. There was nothing that’d snap Crevan out of it right now; so Zayin decided to have a look at the other poets amazing writings and broaden his mind. But first, he had to turn in those final scrolls at the desk! “These should be my final entries for the contest. Thank you very much for your help during this whole process! I really appreciate it. … and sorry for my friends’ behavior, he can be intense sometimes. But he means well!”

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Official Poetry Pirate Certification MJ2020 Poetry Contest Certificate Awarded To: Zayin Juri01's Lair Level: Entrant _____________________ __________________________________ MJ2020 Poetry Contest Entries: ____Wind In Your Sails _____Breath of the world ____My Faithful Familiars _____Every day you're there ____Ludicrous Limericks _____Love is... ____Love is in the Air _____Winds are Characters ____Hooked on Haiku _____A Magnality ____Poet Like a Pirate _____A Pirate's Voyage

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Entry 1

It had been a year since Zayin last visited the Poetry Pavilion. All entries were still fresh on his mind as he loved rereading the inspiring pieces his fellow poets created. Once again, the Coatl landed near the Registration desk – a lute strapped tightly over his shoulder– and looked around. By his side, like always, a seemingly annoyed Serthis Archivist called Crevan.

“I can’t believe you, Zayin! Again?!! Can’t you DO something about that blimey shyness of yours?! Without MY repeated efforts you’d still be buried in those old dusty scrolls of yours. It took my bloody ages to get all those ink stains out of our best robes. What you say, am I not the best partner one could wish for; a magnality?!!”

The dragon just nodded as he knew his friends character perfectly well than to be contrary. Crevan was quite the loquacious person. The Serthis Archivist loved to talk a lot, often about stuff that only he thought was interesting. One could also call him chatty or gabby, but either way, he was loquacious while Zayin was the quiet, introverted one.

After one last push by Crevan, the Coatl took a step towards Registration… only to jump with fright a few seconds later as a thunderous voice announced him to everyone in the vicinity. “Avast maties. Thar be poets ahead!”, the unknown dragon did not look like the usual dragons responsible for the contest! When Windruffles stepped forward to welcome the poets as well, Zayin was rather relieved to see a familiar face.

“Thank you very much! I’d like to register for the contest, please! I have this piece to turn in…” Smiling thankfully, he than stated his name and profession before actually handing in his first entry. Only a little later, the truly noticed the particular topic of this year’s contest...




Entry 2

“You did WHAT?!“ – The normally so quiet and composed Zayin burst out with the sort of frightened anger only relatives and close friends can muster, watching his friend in utter disbelieve. “I told you since forever: You can’t go out drinking and hanging out with judges! You… why would you DO something like that!”

Crevan laid a hand on the Coatl’s arm, trying to steer him into a chair. “Ah, just take a sit, will you. It’s fine. And after your little flirt with that Riverat yesterday, I’m allowed to have some fun too. Don’t you think?!”

There was a moment of uncomfortable quiet. Zayin and Crevan glared at each other while seemingly at a loss for words, unsure how to continue the conversation without it turning into one of their rare fights. Right then, Zayin remembered Rat’s stretched grin and his own quite shameful blushing. As the dragon turned red again, the tension vanished and amusement touched the edges of Crevan’s eyes as he thought of new ways to embarrass his friends even further.

“This never would have happened if you’d just listened to me for once,” Zayin muttered. The familiar’s mouth made a thin line as he stated his defense. “Come on! Don’t wet your pants, Zayin! It was just a tiny little barrel of Bumbo – never thought I would ever be a fan of nutmeg… And, swear, there were no judges involved! One or two came by to have a tiiiiiiiny, but that’s it! We just talked a few hours about their exciting lifestyle. I kept it aaaaaall professional and got loads of information for you. With MY help, you’ll have no problems getting those poems done!”

The dragon opened his mouth, but then just shook his head and visibly relaxed, settling back into his chair. There was nothing one could do about the past; and while he was still very suspicious about the ‘real’ intentions his friend had for joining the crew for a couple of drinks all he could hope for was that they wouldn’t be disqualify from the contest because for it. So he dipped his quill in ink to get started and Crevan energetically talked about the exciting evening he had. At one point he could no longer restrain himself, snagged the quill from Zayin’s talons and finished the piece by himself.



Entry 3

It was one of those perfect days. The weather was warm with gentle winds. One couldn’t hope for a nicer day to harvest words from one’s mind and put them in a poem. A breeze tussled through the trees, sending leaves spinning down onto the green grass. It was a beautiful day.

When Zayin returned to the room he shared with his friend, he already had some lines prepared in his head. Even though the Serthis kept pester him with questions about the unfinished piece, Zayin was able to blend his sharp voice out for a little bit longer. Just to finished forming the last word.

“It’s a Haiku, Crevan. I just got done with it.” The dragon smiled tiredly. “We had a wonderful breeze today, until someone started nagging and stirring up the air.” The familiar gave the Coatl a bit of a strange look. Whenever Zayin was working on those ‘blimey Haiku’, he got into this strange mood and wouldn’t make much sense to the familiar at all. Not that he was unhealthy, but the dragon seemed somehow hollow: like a plant that’s been in the wrong sort of soil for too long. A bit ‘out of place’, so to say.

“So, what’s the subject?” - “Nature, the weather, the winds… you,” Zayin said finally. “You choose ME as your subject?” Crevan managed to look amused and annoyed at the same time as the let his fingers tale the three short lines on paper. The ink was still wet as the dragon still had sprinkled sand over it. “Ah, now I have to rewrite it. Beware of your ink stained fingers, Crevan. They match your soul and the storm, my dear friend. Now give me some room and tell me, where you put those good sheets of paper…”

“Fine! I’m gonna get of your hair.” Crevan stood and walked to the door, stepping with his strange, casual grace. “Call if you need anything. Or, don't! I won't hear it. I’ll be at the bar…” He closed the door behind himself, still trying to figure out his friend’s strange mood changes as well as the meaning behind those lines he just read.

The weather had taken a downward turn, even though the day had started with such beautiful winds, the evening ended on a grim note and howling gale. The sky was a featureless grayish-black sheet of cloud that looked as if it wanted to rain, while the winds were working up the energy to turn into a storm. It did little to lift Crevan’s mood: “I just don’t get Haiku!”



Entry 4

“Thank you, Lytra! Oh, and to you too, Enkid!” Zayin said with a light blush on his face that deepened as soon as Rat joined the conversation. Without Crevan backing him up, Zayin just did not manage to utter a single word to confirm or deny the others invitation. All he managed was a slight, vague nod. Turing around to leave, the Coatl suddenly remembered something and started rummaging around his satchel just to revealed a second scroll he then handed over to Rat as well. “I just finished this one and thought …” His mind blanked and with a last quick glance Zayin set off, wishing he could be as free and brave as the wind in his poem.

Eventually, Crevan spoke up. “My I ask a question, Zayin.” The Coatl smiled gently. “Always, Crevan.”

“A troublesome question?” – “Those tend to be the only worthwhile kind.”

They remained silent for another moment as Crevan – very unlike him – struggled for a moment, opening his mouth, than closing it with a frustrated look, then repeating the process. “Out with it,” Zayin said finally.

“What will do about the invitation? You are seriously considering joining us, don’t ‘ya? Weren’t you against ‘fraternizing’ with the judges in the first place… does Rat have to do anything with you having second thoughts? And IF you go, I would have to stick to you the whole night! … you seriously can’t hold your drinks. You turn into quite the … loud character. Very unlike you… one could confuse you with yours truly!”

“Oh, come on! You are exaggerating!” Zaying defend himself. “I could say that! But friend,” Crevan said smugly. “It’s YOU usually complicating things needlessly.” Zaying shrugged uncomfortably and rolled his eyes at the thought, even though it carried some truth. They did not spoke about the matter further. There were things to be done and the friends talked of small matters as they went on with their day. In the evening, they set out together in the direction of the pup.



Entry 5

“Thanks for the invitation! Hallo everyone and thanks for having us…”

– Dragons of all kind bustled around, talking, dropping bundles of belongings and ordering drinks and snacks. Dragon moved tables and chairs about to better suit their group of nearly a dozen heads. Zayin just sat on the chair Rat positioned him on, his head buzzing with all the different names and faces as he tried to assign them correctly. Obviously, his friend Crevan had no such problems and moved smoothly into action. Smiling and chatting Crevan began pouring drinks; being completely in his element. Zayin just observed everyone for a while; he guessed the crew had been together for a long time, long enough to be comfortable with each other and able to squabble over small things without permanently hurting anyone’s feeling doing so. They smelled of gun powder and freedom. Best of all was the noise. Leather creaking. Dragon laughing, flirting. Someone even knocked over a chair – or did he fall over it?

Zayin was in the middle of it all and the attentive Crevan and Rat kept a close eye his needs, ready with a drink just as his glass emptied. First, the Coatl managed to talk and listen just in the right amounts. But as time went by Zayin laughed at jokes more openheartedly, shook hands, smiled and whisked coins off the bar and games as if he truly needed the money.

Hours later, Crevan was the one holding his friend back from jettison all manners and ‘turning pirate’. The Sethris just hoped he didn’t have to explain all that went on to the utter drunkard the next morning. Rat even displayed that knowing smile of his as if he’d been particular clever this time…

“Good morning to you all!” Zayin said as he approached the table. He had an amazing time yesterday, even though he could not remember how he ended up in his own bed this morning. While going through his belongings, he found some sheets of scribbles in his pockets. He must have written them down sometime in the bar. The strangest thing though: Some verses did seem to be of a different handwriting all together. Not using them literally, they still contributed to his latest poem; the one he was about to turn in right at this moment.



Entry 6

What a strange feeling. There were still some more days to go ‘till the end of the Competition, but Zayin was already handing in the last poem. The themes of the contest were quite inspiring, the judges and crew very forthcoming and enjoyable. How many more times would they be meeting with the crew, Rat, Whizbang, Cytra and all the others who stood behind that desk? One last time, yet many days still to come.

Crevan had already developed a rather unhealthy habit of meeting up at the bar to enjoy himself with the pirate crew. Even though Zayin opposed the idea strongly, he as well joined the party last evening due to Rat’s invitation. The dragon still wasn’t sure, if that had been one of his wisest moments; even less so going there again tonight again.

“We have it all right here.” One dragon gestured expansively behind the bar. “Old wine, smooth and pale? Dark ale? Honey mead, or some other meed? Sweet fruit liquor! Plum? Cherry? Green apple? Blackberry?” He pointed out the bottles in turn. “Come now, surely you must want something.”

– Crevan and Zayin had just joined the others for a little drink and the Coatl was very withhold of getting himself a glass this early. He couldn’t hold a candle to the others… so, better safe than sorry. Rat already had a smile on his face that widened as he noticed Zayin struggling to refuse the barkeeper’s sales show. Still, there was that one thought of satisfaction Zayin harbored: the moment the usually quick-witted, sharp-tongued Rat had read the poem with burning cheeks. Ohh, he got him then; but had to cope with recoil right after. The dragon was still unable to turn off that embarrassing blushing of his. Maybe, it was time to work on that a little bit…

“Say, Red, as I finished all my current tasks… and I don’t know, if youIMEAN if any of you would have some time at hand… would there be a chance, only if that’s possible!... to get a closer look at your Jolly Rhythmer? I’ve never been near, much less on … but if that’s too much and very rude of me to ask…” There was no way Zayin could finish that question anytime soon. And with more than utter despair he waived that barkeeper over to get a big glass of that Sweet fruit liquor. Yes! Blackberry, please!



Interlude

Sunlight poured over the windy fields. There was a cool, fresh light, fitting the occasion. It brushed past the old oak as it made his way towards the giant airship. It was the destination of Zayin and Crevan this morning. Riverat had invited them… had invited Zayin for a tour of the Jolly Rythmer, until Lytra intervened by joining himself and Crevan to the list of participants as well. Because of the ongoing contest and all the corresponding obligations, it had taken about two days to finally set the plan in motion.

“Hold on a moment!” Crevan frowned. “I’ve been thinking about this all backwards,” he said, shaking his head at his own foolishness. “There’s no way I would let you go on your own… and don’t even think about seeing the captain’s quarters without us chaperones. I’ve gotten to know Rat quite well during the last few days, let alone you my friend! You are a hopeless romantic, who sees things through those blimey rose-coloured glasses. Me and Lytra will keep you two in line, just you wait!” Zyin gave his friend a look of profound distain. “What gives you the slightest impression that I care about your delusions!?” He asked incredulously. “For that matter, what makes you so concerned about me visiting the captains qua….” At last the penny dropped. “Oh…” The usual blush was way deeper than normal.

The three dragons and the familiar met up right in front of the Jolly Rythmer. The giant vessel towered right above them and even from down there, they could hear the sound of sails flapping and rustling. “Good morning! Here we are. This dragon took bloody ages to get itself ready. Where are we going first? Deck, cargo, gallery, brig, all the way up to the crows nest? Do you have any cannons on board?...” – “Crevan! Take some time to breathe!” Zayin smiled, his friend was obviously thrilled and couldn’t hold back his anticipation. Maybe it could be used to ‘get lost’ from the chaperones during the tour… “Thank’s for having us!” The Coatl said, a broad smile on its face.

An hour later there was still one question burning in Zayins mind. Unsure if it was appropriate or not to ask, the finally decided to give it a go: "Rat, there is something I wanted to ask you for some time now… About the crash… What did actually happen to you all?"

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