Starseer

Love her so much!
My sister has this girl’s goat-eyed brother. They were from a two-egg nest.

“She’s like an angel, and he’s like, uh, a peasant. It summarizes the goat and primal eyed relationship”

Starseer’s lore is written in roleplay format with Goatsayer, from O1iviadragon’s clan.

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O: Goatsayer never really liked parties. They were noisy and packed full of all of his disapproving relatives. He could never find a good place to nap in such a chaotic setting either and even if he could, his aunt would scold him for days about being lazy. Although, the pearlcatcher did like his twin sister, Starseer, and knew that he’d be letting her down if he chose to hide in the bushes for the rest of the night. Goatsayer pulled back the branches that encased him and peered at the gathering crowd of dragons beyond. The music hadn’t started playing yet, but the party was already coming to life with the sound of laughter and the hum of conversation. Goatsayer let out a long sigh and slipped out into the light of the multicolored lanterns. Oh the things he’d do for sister. R: Starseer smiled politely as many dragons from her clan thanked her. She was never fond of flattery, especially if it was rooted at her powers. She loved her powers, don’t get that wrong, but flattery over it was a different story. She was lucky. She loved to enjoy her powers, especially when her brother was around, and being able to use her magic without any pressure was so... freeing. When Starseer didn’t have to look in the future to predict famines, plague, and clan conflicts—it was so much better just to have fun every once and a while. To paint a picture of petals in the sky with her telekinesis, to use her arcane magic to create a magical glow in the sky... It was wonderful. So when the chief decided that a feast should be held in Starseer’s honor when she predicted the flood that would’ve wiped away the village if it hadn’t been for her... It was overwhelming to say the least. At least Goatsayer was here with her... well, wherever he was. O: Goatsayer kept his head down as he milled through the crowd. He wanted to find Starseer before he had was drawn into a conversation with someone, not only because he generally enjoyed Starseer’s company, but also because Staseer always seemed to know what say, even when he accidentally made things awkward. “We can’t thank you enough for what you have done for our clan.” A female voice said from a few feet away. Goatsayer stopped moving in mid walk and pricked his ears in the direction of that voice. They had to be talking to Starseer. The pearlcatcher sharply turned and speed walked towards the owner of that voice. He carefully dodged the massive feet of imperial and dived beneath the sweeping tails of guardians. Gradually, the words of praise to his sister started to become more numerous and louder. Goatsayer smiled. He knew his clan members would never love him like they loved Starseer, but was still happy to hear his twin get the praise she deserved. R: Starseer nodded her thanks, about to open her mouth to say she was going to get a bite to eat as an excuse to get out of there, but a voice rang out, “Gather round, gather round!” It was her mother. “Come now, I want to retell the story of my sweet child’s birth- my children’s birth.” All dragons turned their heads towards the center of the gathering, where her mother stood at the sun dial podium. Starseer held in her groan, then slowly made her way closer to her mother along with many other dragons. She wished she knew where Goatsayer was—she’d make him suffer with her. O: Goatsayer let out a long sigh when he heard his mother’s decree. He had heard the story of his birth a thousand times and it was the last thing he wanted to hear reiterated tonight. Although, when his father, Alioth, sat next to his mother and gestured for Goatsayer come sit next to him with his metallic arm, the young pearlcatcher figured he probably didn’t have a choice in the matter. Fortunately, Starseer also emerged from the crowd and sat next to their mother. It still amazed Goatsayer how regal and elegant Starseer could look in the most terrifying situations. Everyone at the party had to have had their eyes on Starseer as she strode to Spica’s side, but Starseer still moved as if those eyes were nonexistent. Goatsayer waved at sister once he was seated on his father’s left and she was seated on his mother’s right. He doubted his sister needed it, but he hoped his pressence gave his sister a little extra assurance. R: Starseer’s smile turned genuine when she saw Goatsayer. She gave him a dignified wave back before she looked to her mother—telling the story. “In the beginning, Alioth and I were worried. As you all know, my husband isn’t exactly 100% scale and flesh,” A chuckle from the crowd, “He’s part wires and electricity.” Starseer’s father smiled, his electric eye buzzing slightly, and added, “So naturally we weren’t sure if our eggs would hatch.” O: “But when we were blessed with one egg,” Spica continued as she grabbed her mate’s metallic hand with her own, “We both dared to hope. Alioth and I took turns incubating the nest and never left our egg without heat for a few seconds. However, on the six day of our egg’s incubation the dimensional rift above our home,” She casually pointed the small blob of swirling purple and fuchsia light that flooded in the sky above her, “became unstable—or, at least, more unstable than normal.” Goatsayer tried to surpress his grin as he watched looks of concern cross over many of his relatives’ faces. “Our clan leaders, Ran and Tarnse,” Spica gave a nod to her leaders, who were standing the crowd, as she spoke. “warned my mate and I to move to lower grounds, but we feared that the journey would put the safety of our egg at greater risk so we stayed. However, the hours passed, the rift began to grow larger and larger. Soon the entire sky had been shallowed by the rift. Otherworldly rocks, rain and hail began to descend from the dimensional void. It was at that point my mate and I knew we had to flee. I intended pick put our egg when a giant comet burst forth from the rift and shot right at me. Fortunately, my mate managed to push me out of the comet’s path, but he had been unable to extend the same curtesy to our egg. The comet had smashed into our egg and smoke from the impact blotted out all of the remaining light. For a long, painful moment I thought all hope was lost, but when the smoke did clear and Alioth and I walked over to the giant hole the soil that had once been our nest our mouths dropped. Our egg’s shell had been shattered into a thousand pieces, but there were two beautiful hatchlings lying among the shards.” “At first, I thought my vision monitors were malfunctioning, but when one of the hatchlings slowly opened her dazzling arcane eyes it became crystal clear.” Alioth chimed in. “Starseer had absorbed the energy from the comet and in doing so, she had saved the life of her parents and the twin brother she had shared an egg with.” Spica looked at her with pride filled eyes. “And she still continues to save the lives of many dragons with powers she took from that comet.” “And the goat still remains the useless goat,” Goatsayer heard his grandmother rasp under her breath. Goatsayer hung his head down and felt a heavy weight press against his chest. He knew deep down that his grandmother’s words could never have rung more true. He was a complete and utter failure. R: The gathered crowd gave out a few cheers, and Starseer smiled politely. Even though nearly everyone in the clan knew Starseer’s birth story, they still cheered every. Single. Time. She sent out a puff of arcane magic into the air, calling everyone’s attention, “Well, I am famished, so I think that shows it’s time to eat.” Many dragons smiled more at that, and Starseer smiled back. Her true motive was just to have some time to hang out with her brother for once today. O: Goatsayer was starting to feel that familiar tug of sleepiness as he walked towards Starseer. “You did great, Starseer.” Goatsayer told his sister. “Although, next time can you use ‘the I’m hungry’ before mom starts telling our birth story.” He gave his sister a devious grin. R: Starseer grinned and elbowed Goatsayer in the ribs, “Mom still would’ve told it.” She laughed as she found a nice seat at the edge of the feast, an open spot next to her for Goatsayer. She opened her mouth to say something else, but her eye got caught. At the edge of the clearing, her mother was talking angrily to her grandmother. Starseer couldn’t pick out the words, but just before she was about to get up and see what was going on, her mother left to get herself a plate. “Hmm.” O: Goatsayer opened his snout to take a bite of the food on his plate, but froze when his aunt, who had been sitting across from him, fell out of her chair and screamed. Goatsayer closed his mouth and cocked his head to the side. “Is there something wrong about the way I’m eating Aunt Crystalsong?” He asked. He knew his aunt was big on table manners, but this reaction seemed a bit extreme for her. Goatsayer’s aunt shook her head and pointed at the sky with a shakey talon. R: Starseer jerked her head up and dove to grab Goatsayer’s hand, “RUN!” She yelled, throwing up her powers in attempt at some kind of forcefield. O: As Goatsayer was pulled along by his sister, he dared to look back just in time to see his sister’s wispy strands of magic collide with a gigantic spaceship that had already begun to emerge from their clan’s dimensional rift. Goatsayer’s jaw dropped and his arcane eyes went wide. "Suns above.” the pearlcatcher muttered in disbelief. He had heard stories about objects, creatures and sometimes even dragons emerging from the dimensional rift above his home, but those stories had always seemed like distant fairy tales made just to scare little hatchlings. Goatsayer blinked and swallowed hard. Those stories sure as heck didn’t seem like that anymore. R: “What is that?” Starsteer whispered, almost to herself. Her heart was racing as she ran, feeling the object from the dimensional rift bang against her magic. Then she felt it start to crack. Starsteer let go of Goatsayer’s hand, “Go.” She demanded, spinning back around and flinging more magic into her forcefield. O: Goatsayer quickly jumped out out of the arcane magic’s path as his sister sent it flying forward. The goat eyed pearlcatcher looked back to his sister as she spread out her starry teal wings and to took to the skies with arcane magic oozing from her talons. She had been born to do this: to save dragons of every age and breed from peril. And Goatsayer knew that even though Starseer never held herself above him, he would always be the expendable one. She was made to fight danger on the front lines, while Goatsayer was only capable of being a bystander. So the pearlcatcher obeyed his sister’s orders and ran. R: Starseer flung her power into her barrier, but she felt it begin to collapse. She felt like she was getting weaker the long she kept fighting. So she glanced around, looking at the fleeing dragons. Some were screaming, others crying, but one… One little dragonet was looking at her with a face filled with hope. Starsteer felt tears pricking out of her eyes. And then, she let that dragonet down as she flung herself into the sky, her barrier shattering into a thousand pieces as she ran too. O: Unbeknownst to Starseer, smaller spaceship broke off from the mothership and was already locking it’s target onto her. “Head-Commander457, you’ll be happy to know that I found it.” The skydancer with metallic front limps, who was driving the smaller spaceship purred into his microphone. “State its location, Ranger3760.” The head commander growled. “And let you get all the credit? I think not.” The skydancer replied smoothly. Then, without any warning, Ranger3760 deployed his net and sent it flying in Starseer’s direction. R: Starseer didn’t see the net until it hit her. She yelped in surprise, fighting against the net with all her might but it wouldn’t budge. And her powers felt empty after creating the barrier. Oh gosh no… O: The skydancer’s eyes crinkled with triumph as he landed his spacecraft next to the netted creature. He had been training for and dreaming about this day for over a century. Today, he could finally prove his intellectual superiority over the rest of his legion by bringing back the one thing the High Mind desired most: the Arcania. Although, he hadn’t expected it to be this easy. The Arcania had been baring the primal marks on its face just like the prophets had foretold and it had practically flown into Ranger3760’s lap. The skydancer’s spacecraft’s doors opened, but he paused once his metallic feet had touched the soil and his eyes had fallen on the Arcania. It looked so disturbingly dragon-like. Ranger3760 had thought it had taken on the form of a bat when he had been chasing it in the air, but that he was so close to it, he could easily see that the front and hind legs were separate from the being’s wings. R: “Let me go!” Starseer snarled, tearing against the net. The skydancer looked at her curiously. She glared at him, “What do you want from us?!?” The skydancer still stared at her, and without a response he grabbed the net and dragged her to his flying machine. Starseer pushed and pulled at the next, but she couldn’t do anything except close her eyes and hope Goatsayer made it out alive. Ranger3760 took the Arcania into his spacecraft and slid it to the corner as the doors closed behind him. He walked over the the Arcania, taking a corner of the net in his hand and locking it in place magnetically so the Arcania wouldn’t be sliding around his spacecraft’s floor as he took off. He went to the control panel, but glanced back at the Arcania. The resemblance to a dragon was… uncanny. It was almost a bit strange. And for some reason, he didn’t report the capture right away. Instead, his maneuvered his spacecraft into the air, then back into the dimensional rift. O: When Directive3760 saw Ranger3760’s ship return before any of the others, he did not sigh or groan because he was a robot and thus incapable of emitting such patterns of sound waves. However, the robot, whose body had been shaped by the High Mind to resemble a spider for some calculated reason, was still highly displeased by the sight of his ranger’s return because it indicated that he had, for the twenty-third time, gone against the orders of Head-Commander457. The machine waltzed to counter before him, which was covered in thousand upon thousands of buttons, and absently began pressing some of them to prepare the landing pad for his ranger. From the moment Directive3760 had first been turned on, he had been programmed to know that dragon behavior never possessed a pattern. However, Ranger3760‘s displeasing habit of breaking rules seemed to be an outlier to that generally excepted notion. R: Ranger3760 landed his ship with a smug smile. The Arcania was still struggling, but for the most part it seemed worn out. The skydancer smiled as he opened his ship’s doors, snagging the net that held the Arcania with his claws and dragging it out. “Prepare a containment capsule,” He ordered his assistant, not all all feeling guilty about his lack of obedience to Head-Commander457. O: Directive3760 almost deactivated at the sight of the Arcania—the Arcania—as Ranger3760 dragged it along. “How did you find it so fast?” The machine asked, monotonously, as it scrambled to get the containment capsule fired up. However, the mechanical being stopped moving when a thought occurred to it. “Did you notify Head-Commander457?” R: “I did,” Ranger3760 said in a bragging tone, “And it practically flew into my net. It expelled a defensive mechanism, but the ships broke through and it -unsuccessfully- tried to flee.” The skydancer told his assistant, eyes crackling at the edges with electricity. “Excuse me, I am not an ‘it’,” A voice growled, and Ranger3760 jerked his head to look at the Arcania. O: “The Arcania speaks?!” Directive3760 said with elevated volume. The machine rushed over get a look at the Arcania. The directive had been programmed to know so much about the Arcania, but it never once hypothesized that it would one day see the great power source through its own lenses. R: “Apparently it does,” Ranger3760 replied, looking at the Arcania curiously. “I’ve hypothesized that it’s taken on a replica form of a dragon, as a disguise.” “No, you dingbat. I am not some ‘Arcania’, I am a living, breathing dragon!” Starsteer snarled, tearing at the ropes, “And I am not an ‘it’, I am a she and my name is Starseer!” She shouted, trying to swipe her claws at the stranger’s feed. O: R: O: R:

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Mystical energies swirl above,
The stars calling out to the seers,
A void like a speckled egg,
And falling comets like tears.

Born with a power, an arcane spirit,
Starry fire and burning light,
The future holds many secrets,
But to her, they all shine bright.

A brother she protected, both past and present,
A robe patterned like the night sky,
Wings of pink crystals, catching the moonlight,
Wings she uses to soar up high.

Poem by yeezy13

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