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Euterpe

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Level 1 Imperial

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Opposing Forces

Energy: 0/50

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Length

27.98 m

Wingspan

23.66 m

Weight

5822.57 kg

Genetics

Tangerine
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Oilslick
Basic

Thistle
Underbelly

Hatchday

Nov 08, 2017
(6 years)

Breed

Adult
Imperial

Eye Type

Light
Unusual

Level 1 Imperial

EXP: 0 / 245

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Biography

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E u t e r p e__S o l e s t r a
"Lady of the Eventide, and the First of her Name."
Progeny to The Radiant Sect
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As the sole progeny of the Radiant Sect, Euterpe carries with her the responsibilities that a title of such prestige brings her. However, despite this, Euterpe still remains but a child at heart. Adventurous, with a boundless sense of wonder, she will stick her nose into anything that even slightly piques her interest.

Ever the social butterfly, Euterpe is unabashedly charismatic; the genuine joy she receives when talking with others cannot be mistaken. Though perhaps a little naïve, she is always under the constant care and guidance of her mothers, who take great pride in neutering their daughters’ jovial and curious nature.

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Much like her mothers, Euterpe's scales reflect the sky during certain time periods. They gleam of twilight during which they reflect the moon and stars, and at Dawn, reflect the sun and clouds. This quality is something she herself is quite entranced by, and is often seen rolling on her back or twisting in such ways that she can admire her wings and hide.

Easily taken to brightly coloured objects, she keeps a collection of rainbow trinkets, as well as various stim toys that are often gifted or procured by her parents. These can vary from plush dolls for kneading to carved shapes for chewing. She also makes a habit of braiding her mane, which means there is often at least one or two hidden somewhere down her neck.

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|| S t a t e s
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» Pronunciation: /eu̯-tér-pee/

» Role: Progeny
» Home: The Radiant Sect

» Gender: Female
» Age: Young Adolescent
» Voice: Name Here

» Orientation: Asexual
» Demeanour: Jovial
» Alignment: Neutral Good
» Personality Type: ESFP-T

» Likes: Exploring & Flying
» Hobby: Art
» Dislikes: Being indoors
» Hoards: Lights

» Music: x | x | x | x | x | x | x
» Memes: x
» Aesthetics: x | x

|| T r i v i a

» Her elemental breath is of a pastel plasma.

» She is at her prime during the meeting of both the sun and stars.

» She is on the spectrum for autism.

» Her mane is often fashioned with braids and nicknacks from her ventures, such as twigs and flowers.

» She inherited the dormant gene known as Sun Scales, to Light dragons. It's a genetic condition that gives the dragons hide and bio-fluorescent quality.

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“A smile is the light in your window that tells others that there is a caring, sharing person inside.”

― Denis Waitley

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_______mother ◆ support ◆ teacher

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_____|| Pendelus Estrala
_________mother ◆ support ◆ inspiration to the arts

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_________friend ◆ princess ◆ gen 2 imperial

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_____|| Celina Goldkeep
_________friend ◆ princess ◆ playmate

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_____|| Shamsiel Name
_________friend ◆ honorary little sister ◆ playmate

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Alusair and Pendelus longed for a child of their own, knowing full well the Lightweaver had long since ceased the formation of new Imperials. But after some time, their prayers had been answered. Although the exact circumstances around her birth remain a mystery, it is believed without question, that Euterpe be the true daughter of Alusair and Pendelus. Many choosing to interpret her being as a gift from the Lightweaver herself. Of course, there are some that still remain sceptical around what they see to be rather dubious circumstances. Regardless, Euterpe herself is treated with love and respect from her fellow kin.

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When Euterpe as born, both Alusair and Pendelus made an agreement with one another that they would remain present in their daughters rearing no matter what. Of course, that is easier said than done, the duties of a matriarch meant their time was often accounted for. Still they kept to their word, refusing to employ nurses or handmaids they hand raised Euterpe within the Sun Spire—often while simultaneously working.

Eventually, as their obligations grew as did Euterpe, they recognised they were harming her keeping her inside while they worked. As she was still too young to venture out unsupervised, the duo employed Mirach, who could accompany Euterpe as her custodian whenever she wished to leave the Sun Spire. Which she often did. Euterpe greatly enjoyed mingling with the dragons who would visit the Sect on a daily basis.

But ever the free spirit that she is, Euterpe frequently finds ways to avoid her custodian and makes a habit of sneaking out of the Sun Spire whenever possible. Often hit with fits of agitations that can only be cured by spontaneous ventures through and around the Sect.

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During her formative years, many would have described Euterpe as a rather difficult child; restless and inattentive at best. Often becoming distracted whenever sat down for lessons. She would be easily derailed by the most arbitrary details. Much like her mother before her, Euterpe prefers to take a more practical approach to learning. Instead of reading dusty books for hours, she immerses herself in the world around her. Her parents saw this to be a much more endearing quality; recognizing the infatuation with her enquiries—fuelling a mind that was fervent to fill itself with all the knowledge it could acquire.

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Though to this day, she remains aloof and giddy as ever; she retains the sensibility to carry herself with a sense of dignity when her role demands it of her. Having taken to the part as Progeny quite well, Euterpe is an heir anyone could be proud of. And now having grown into young adolescence, many remark her for her beauty and poise; with many clans offering heirs for her promised mateship. Neither Alusair, nor Pendelus care for such traditions, instead leaving their daughters romantic endeavours for her to come to on her on.

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Up in the sky far away
Lights bring us a pretty day

And up in the sky when stars are bright
Lights bring us a pretty night

Up in the sky, bright and blue
Lights will dip, and twist in view

Up in the sky, grey and bleak
Lights will lift you to your feet

Up in the sky, when clouds are low
Lights will bring us warmth and glow

And up in the sky, where birds are high
The Lightweaver will always fly

↦ written by magxctrick ↤
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Behold, behold the light-blessed child
Who carries sunset on her wings,

Down on her the heaven smiles
And with her laugh, the soft light sings.

Blessing brought by radiance fair,
The keeper of a sacred name,

To sun and night beloved heir,
Most honourable bright young dame.

Poetry in every move,
Proudly guiding knowledge’s flame,

Benevolence’s most lovely proof,
This lady, lauded be her name!

↦ written by AthenaCorvus ↤
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Euterpe drummed her paws on the desk in front of her, the quill she was supposed to be using flicking from side to side in its inkwell. In front of her, her mother, Alusair, was turned away, writing a diagram on the board.

She was bored. So bored. Usually, her parents let her do her lessons outside, or somewhere interesting, so at least she wouldn’t be completely unfocused. But the nature of today’s lesson prevented that, and she wasn’t sure whether she should be mad about it or simply resigned. The reason for her dismay wasn’t too far away.

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Euterpe side-eyed the cage that hung from a hook on the ceiling, glittering gold with what she honestly thought was an unnecessary amount of guilt. Although the bars were thin enough for her to snap them with a press of her claws, the creature inside was not going to get out easily.
Floating inside the cage was a series of floating orbs, each one containing a different element. The largest contained a rolling burn of fire, accompanied by a smaller orb of water, and the tiniest contained a crystal of ice. They bumped against each other and the bars, intermittently letting off bouts of steam and energy as they rattled.

“Euterpe, are you listening?” Alusair said, starting the young Imperial out of her revery. She groaned at the diagram now on the board, knowing that if she had her druthers it would have made sense, but her mind was too scattered to possibly construe its meaning now. “The creature is there to show you how elements react to each other, not for undue staring. Do you need to watch it a little more to understand?”

“No, Mother,” Euterpe sighed, trying to keep her eyes on her mother. She wanted to look at the elemental orbs more, for some reason, although she understood full well how they worked. It was bumping repetitively against the bars now, and when she caught a glimpse of it, she thought maybe it wanted to get out just as much as she did. “I’m too scatterbrained. The words mean nothing- I’m sorry...”

She would never get used to the spike of guilt that crossed tutors’ faces when she was able to grasp a task quickly one day and be completely stumped the next. No matter how kind her parents were about it, there was some bit in the back of her head that would always tell Euterpe that it was her fault. Alusair sighed, pacing down the stick of chalk she had been using to scribe the diagrams. “I’m not mad, but I suppose there is no point in keeping you here when the lesson is beyond you. Go play, we can return to this later, perhaps after dinner?”

“That would be fine,” Euterpe agreed, but just as she was about to stand up and dash eagerly out of the room, her eyes caught on the cage again. The opposing forces now drifted morosely at the back, the spins of energy they had been giving off now faint wisps. To her, it looked sad. Would it go back to hanging alone in the library, with only curious eyes and shelf upon a which to see? Euterpe narrowed her eyes. If she was in that situation, she’d give anything to get out of it. Maybe she could help.

“Mother,” she asked as Alusair turned. “May I take the elements with me?”

“The orb set?” The Imperial cast a look at it, confused, and the orbs brightened a little. “You can’t let it out of the cage, or it’ll fly away. Why would you want it?”

“It seems lonely. I promise I won’t let it out, just can I carry it around?”

“If you want to...” Alusair agreed, and her daughter grinned. With her help, Euterpe took down the chain that the creature was suspended from and tied it around her wings and arms. The chain was thin, and the bottom of the cage rested on the space in between her wings, slotting between the shoulder blades. When she twisted her head around, she could see the opposing elements inside glowing brightly, apparently pleased at this turn of events.

“Now remember, no opening the door,” Alusair reminded as she let her daughter go. “Those element creatures are hard to catch even in the best of circumstances. Losing one would be a severe annoyance!”

“Yes, Mother!” Euterpe called, already out the door. Alusair smiled and turned back to her cleaning.

With her new passenger on her back, Euterpe eagerly galloped through the halls of the Radiant Sect. “I’m gonna show you all the cool places I know,” she called to its cage, and inside, the orbs got even brighter, the elements inside humming with energy.

And she did! Euterpe scoured every bit of her mind for the places she liked to frequent- the sandy shores where they played in tide pools, the gardens filled with the flowering heads of a thousand plants, the gilded hallways where sunlight streamed in great squares to fall on the polished marble and they played a game of hopscotch. All through their journey, the opposing forces brightened and began to swirl, humming with happiness as Euterpe earnestly chattered to it.

The day ended as the gift of the sun fell behind the hills of the Sunbeam Ruins, and Euterpe and her cargo-turned-friend stopped in the shade of a pillar. She was almost breathless from running so much, but it was a happy breathless, and she reached behind her and untangled the cage from her back, holding it in her paws. Inside, the elements trilled happily, swirling together and letting off curls of steam. Euterpe grinned and placed a claw on the little door that kept the orbs from spilling outside.

“You don’t deserve to be trapped in there,” she said, as the forces stilled as if to watch her. “You should be free! I won’t mind if you fly away- my mother might, but you want to see the world just as much as I do. I would- I would like it if you stayed, but it’s up to you.”

She threw open the little golden door, and tentatively, like it was afraid she would push it back in, the elements inside crept out. The mist it created swirled around her claws, and then it seemed to strike the creature. It let out a happy trill, and spiralled unexpectedly upwards, bumping against itself in its eagerness. But before it went anywhere, before Euterpe could say anything, really, the elements dipped back down to float next to her, staying resolutely by her side. She looked at it, confused.

“Don’t you want to be free?”

The orbs bumped against her snout affectionately, and she grinned. “You can stay with me too, if you want.”

The orbs hummed in a high-pitched chime, and the pair went to go return the cage. After all, neither of them would be needing it any more.

↦ written by rainphee ↤

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Knowledge is a tricky thing,
Which we all acquire differently,
As it was with the time three,
Each one fading into reality.

One whom is dark as night,
Overcoming her past a constant fight,
But she carries a little light,
With her lover by her side.

Told she was darkness,
Told she was madness,
Told she was worthless,
But it wasn't true, as she realized
That darkness had its own stars, too.

It seemed destiny,
That the second of the three
Would be shining for eternity,
In her eyes and coat of dawn’s new things,
Knowledge and love she seeks,
Found with a great melody.

She felt trapped, in her own home.
She felt trapped, with what she always had known,
She felt trapped, without more knowledge to own.
She set out with only good things in mind; came back
as the greatest of time,
with a shadow that follows,
that she loves with all her might.

Last of the three, was always a blessing,
Completely the happy family,
Loved and lover for everything,
She was all in-between.

But she wouldn't stay still, longing for some fun.
But she couldn't stay still, longed for the sun.
But she simply couldn't stay still, longed to run.
She could learn lickity-split, but it wouldn't be crammed with only a place to sit, she got to learn from dazzling experience.

They were the sun, the moon,
And everything between,
They were the grandest of all families.

↦ written by novaborn ↤
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Little words float on the wind,
through the colours of the trees
and sky, like summer rain on skin,
each one a subtle sigh.

When thoughts crystallise,
they speak with songlike voice, inside
a drifting maze of elusive choice.

Decisions spread like tree roots,
visions of elemental gifts
that shift with the sunbeamed air.

Dawn, like watercolour paint,
soaks faintly on the clouds, star-bright.
In that jewellish second glows
the fire that sets the mind alight.

New adventures spring to life,
pressing their faces to the glass
at the student's window.

Years flow in the pages of a book,
in fleeting look or clinging eyes.

Auspicious child of Light's creation,
capricious as the seasons, changing
with the ceaseless motion of the seas.

Prayer's answer, mothers' favour,
wild and headstrong trailblazer.

Firstborn of the eventide,
passion wrapped in opaline hide
reflecting the eternal skies.

↦ written by Pigwidgeon ↤
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Settled at the mouth of a shattered open balcony Euterpe felt far more settled than she had all day, her wings flaring once before settling neatly against her back as she sat. The setting sun warmed her scales as she relaxed, the great orb dipping further and further towards a twilight she waited for with excitement. This little excursion, plumbing the cliffside ruins for excitement, had been just what she needed.

There were many parts of The Dawn that hadn’t been restored yet fully, that couldn’t be, really, with so much of the cliff face lost to the ocean. But they’d been made safe now, attended to and reinforced, often habitated. Though less so at this time of day.

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There were books to sort, to read, to study, arts to pursue. Classes to take, tutors to heed.

Duties to attend to.

But she’d had the day free to herself, and so-

Well. Maybe she’d stretched that freedom a little. Leaving the spire and heading down to the cliffs by herself was probably not what anyone intended but, still.

“While it isn’t precisely new, my dear, your little excursions still cause Mirach concern,” said a voice from behind her, pitched quietly and almost perfectly mild. Gentle and understanding, as her mothers so often were.

Pendelus moved quietly, having entered the cliffside at some other point, and sidled up beside her daughter with gracefully hushed movements.

Euterpe didn’t quite startle, but there was a moment of frozen guilt that shattered into shifting in place sheepishly. The older dragoness didn’t sound mad, which, well. They were very tolerant, but she’d become more aware, as she grew into adolescence, of the duties placed on her. Of the fact that both of her mothers struggled under the confines of their own roles, and still performed. That she would need to learn to do the same.

“I don’t mean to worry, really. I just-” she said, sighing.

“Get so restless,” both she and Pendelus finished at the same time, as the other dragon moved up, seated herself close, looking out over the ocean beside her.

Euterpe let out a huff, that lead into a giggle. “Okay, nothing new there. It just, doesn’t go away.”

“No, not new. We do understand, dear. Sneaking away is still...less than ideal,” her mother said delicately, not judging her, but not hiding the fact from her. “We’ve been talking, about something that might help. But if this were to happen, though. There would be no sneaking out, on your adventure.”

It was said just as mildly as the rest, but Euterpe’s whole body perked up on the word, her wings twitching excitedly just as the sun sank, and twilight truly began. The light changed upon her scales, her wings, shimmering beautifically as she looked over to her mother.

“Adventure?” she just avoided chirping it like a hatchling, but it was still mostly undignified.

Pendelus had a very gentle smile on her face, tranquil, as she looked out over the ocean. Her mother chuckled quietly. “Yes. An expedition, to continue your education. You do enjoy your lessons far more when carried out of doors. And you are charming, of strong bearing. We’ve been considering a diplomatic forray, under Sion’s guidance, to a friendly clan,” the older dragoness held up a claw to forestall any comments.

“It would be good for both of you. You need to learn your way around each other, and he has much he could pass on, a different perspective. And though we won’t be accompanying you, it would hardly be the two of you alone. It would be mostly routine exchange, of course, at first. With a few scribes along with to copy down a few books we find of interest and would like present here. Mirach would accompany. A native or two returning from their study,” the artist continued, calm and focused despite her daughter’s fairly buzzing excitement radiating next to her.

“I-yes! Yes, Mother, both of you, thank you. It would,” Euterpe breathed out, stopping herself uncertain of what words to actually choose, of what to even say as she burst out laughing with excitement.

“That would be amazing!”

Pendelus finally turned to look at her, expression tender and loving as she arched a wing gently over the younger dragon’s body, pulling her close. “There’s no need for that. We want what is best for you, our lovely daughter. The heir to the sect. You would need to go on expeditions like this at least once or twice anyways. But we thought it might be best to start you on them sooner, as much as we prefer to keep you close.”

“I won’t let you down. Neither of you. And I’m sure I won’t be gone that long. Just long enough to miss you, and be happy to be home,” Euterpe piped up excitedly, leaning against her mother as her mind whirled around the possibilities.

Adventure, exploration. Yes to somewhere other’s had been, with an entourage. But it’d be further from the Spire than she’d ever been without her mothers. Doing work for the clan, learning while traveling it sounded…

It sounded perfect, actually. She was ready for it.

She leaned there against her mother, enjoying the twilight, for long moments, simply basking in the anticipation of this, of her adventure. Euterpe felt strange, like she was floating on a cloud, when it was her, not Pendelus that said-

“We should probably get home. I bet Mom wants to talk to me about this, and see how excited I am, too. Even if she didn’t want to come down to the cliffs. I want to hear everything about where you were thinking of sending me.”

Pendelus let out a little amused huff, waiting only a moment before starting to straight. “You will, my dear. You really think we’d have mentioned this without being well prepared?” she asked.

Her heir was, however, already tensing, muscles coiling, so she could launch herself off from the balcony, to fly back up to the sept. Laughing quietly, adoringly, the Matriarch followed her daughter, content in their decision. The Viridian Labyrinth was up for exciting times, ahead, she imagined. And so was her daughter.

↦ written by Mystif ↤

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