Draft – please jump in! Its more quotes than it is inspiration-writing as yet. Just wanted to post stuff up in case people want to add in some stuff?
Thanks! - nomi

O’diah’s Dusky Mackerel Sky Blue Alysiuth

Give a man a fish and feed him for a day. Give him a fishing lesson and he'll sit in a boat drinking beer every weekend. -Alex Blackwell
Twenty years from now you will be more disppointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.- Mark Twain


Hatch Message
Summer Solstice Egg shudders again, as if it can no longer weather the storm of the dragonet within. The tempest breaks through with a bit of winghook and spars and is soon followed by a needly hook of talons as the fight for freedom continues. The brilliant, golden, daylit eggshell falls into shadows at last as the storm wins out; twilight shards linger only where the egg still sticks to flanks and one slim shoulder. With a snort and a struggle, the little blue dragonet rights himself, shakes his head three times in a sneeze, and looses his wings.

Dusky Mackerel Sky Blue Dragonet <Draft
The sky was what is called a mackerel sky—rows and rows of faint down-plumes of cloud, just tinted with the midsummer sunset.

Dusky Mackerel Sky Blue Dragonet <Draft>
Herringbone and mackerel-silvers pattern the pale mediterranean blue of this slender dragonet’s spars and patina his wings with starlight. His slim chest, lean flanks and those agile, high-set sails are limned with subtle bands of color as changeable as the sea: weedy green, bright azure, dusky violet, rose or gray. He is every color, as much as he is one, but all his hues sink beneath the waves of mariner’s deep blue that lap gently along his sleek and bantam form. Oceanic blue ebbs up from his talon’d feet and flows over his sparse and buoyant frame before washing down the wedged sweep of his joyous, inquisitive muzzle. Here on his nose he is pebbled in polished greys and greens, a rocky beach of color that likewise grounds his feet and tail.

"The Mediterranean has the color of mackerel, changeable I mean. You don't always know if it is green or violet, you can't even say it's blue, because the next moment the changing reflection has taken on a tint of rose or gray." -Gogh, Vincent Van
Mackerel skies and mares tails, soon will be time to shorten sails.- Old sailors proverb.


<Stuff> Something about the sea.. Elysium,

We’re delighted you liked the name Alysiuth. He’s got roots in the Native American word Alysium, which means “brightness”, and the historical idea of Elysium which has, in its time, meant both Heaven and Hell. It is a land of perpetual spring and shady groves, with its own sun and lit by its own stars: solemque suum, sua sidera norunt.

I also love the way it reads, and that it also means ‘a place or person struck by lightning’, which so suits your storm-struck dragon.

In Greek mythology, Elysium was the section of the Underworld where the souls of the heroic and virtuous came to rest. And back in Egyptian times, it was a paradisiacal land of plenty where the dead hoped to spend eternity. In the fiction of J. R. R. Tolkien, the Elysian Undying Lands, the home of the gods, elves, and a select few others, can only be reached by crossing the western sea.

Elysium is also referenced in the Schiller poem which inspired Beethoven's Ode to Joy (9th symphony, 4th movement) : Freude, schöner Götterfunken, Tochter aus Elysium, wir betreten feuertrunken, Himmlische, dein Heiligtum! Deine Zauber binden wieder, was die Mode streng geteilt: alle Menschen werden Brüder, wo dein sanfter Flügel weilt.

Joy, beautiful spark of the gods, Son of Elysium, Touched with fire, to the portal, Of thy radiant shrine, we come. Your sweet magic frees all others, Held in Custom's rigid rings. All men on earth become brothers, In the haven of your wings.

How kewl is that? And finally, Elysium is the name given to a volcanic region of Mars and one of its volcanoes. This is worth mentioning, as it ties Alysiuth to Izara’s volcanic Vsuviath. Twinned, those too dragons, if not by ichor then by their shared delight in <STUFF here>


A slash of Blue by Emily Dickinson

A slash of Blue —
A sweep of Gray —
Some scarlet patches on the way,
Compose an Evening Sky —
A little purple — slipped between —
Some Ruby Trousers hurried on —
A Wave of Gold —
A Bank of Day —
This just makes out the Morning Sky

Just on the small side of blue, normal, but very slim and sleek – fishy, all cartilage and silky smooth motion once he gets over his toddler phase… <stuff>

Like his sire, Xanth, Alysiuth is hued all colors in the right light, like a rainbow trout. It is a /very/ subtle shifting of those stormy, dusky, twilight hues, just like the rainbow: rare, luminous, light, and quickly fading. When present, the colors glimmer along his flanks and wingarches as if he were painted with a million tiny scales.
Mackerel is a common name applied to a number of different species of fish, mostly, but not exclusively, from the family Scombridae. They occur in all tropical and temperate seas… Common features of mackerels are a slim, cylindrical shape (as opposed to the tunas which are deeper bodied) and numerous finlets on the dorsal and ventral sides behind the dorsal and anal fins. The scales are extremely small, if present.
The rest of the time Alysiuth is that amazing silvery blue of a mackerel sky, lightly herringboned that goes more pebbly and rocky around his muzzle and legs. He’s darker along the bottom than along the top, deep sea blue at his feet and belly but unless he rolls over and flashes the world his tummy, he looks much lighter: more tropical seas or the Mediterranean at dusk.


"It is only when we are very happy that we can bear to gaze merrily upon the vast and limitless expanse of water, rolling on and on with such persistent, irritating monotony, to the accompaniment of our thoughts, whether grave or gay. When they are gay, the waves echo their gaiety; but when they are sad, then every breaker, as it rolls, seems to bring additional sadness, and to speak to us of hopelessness and of the pettiness of all our joys." - Jim Moore from By Way of the Wind, 1991

Alysiuth is very much like this, to your moods, O’diah. When you are happy, he echoes your delight and buoys you up with conversation and shared confidence. But when you are sad, then his every thought seems to bring additional sadness, and he’ll reflect melancholy and woe.

"There is nothing — absolutely nothing — half so much worth doing as simply messing about in boats. In or out of 'em, it doesn't matter. Nothing seems really to matter, that's the charm of it. Whether you get away, or whether you don't; whether you arrive at your destination or whether you reach somewhere else, or whether you never get anywhere at all, you're always busy, and you never do anything in particular; and when you've done it there's always something else to do, and you can do it if you like, but you'd much better not." - Spoken by Ratty to Mole in Wind in the Willows a children's book by Kenneth Grahame (1859-1932).

Of course we’re not suggesting you turn manic-depressive on us. We suspect most of the time Alysiuth is content, in himself as he plans for the next adventure and stores up all sorts of information for you – or for you to explain to him. » What is underwear for, again? «

And he likes nothing – absolutely nothing – half so much as just messing about with /you/, O’diah. In barracks or mud, lake, ocean, air or snow. Alysiuth just likes being with you. You matter. You’re his. And he’s like a best friend, imaginary playmate, and life-long companion all rolled up in a fish-bright hide of blue.


"The pessimist complains about the wind; the optimist expects it to change; the realist adjusts the sails." -William Arthur Ward


"I don't know who named them swells. There's nothing swell about them. They should have named them awfuls." -Hugo Vihlen

Bonded so well to you, O’diah, Alysiuth has the disconcerting habit of being seasick whenever you ride anyone but him. This tends to make /you/ sea-sick, which isn’t very pleasant for anyone else nor the dragon you are on at the time. Its not separation anxiety, not really, its just that Alysiuth wants to fly, when you fly, so sits in your head when you’re on the other dragon and does back-seat flying just out of the range of consciousness. So you’re always anticipating a turn that doesn’t happen, the bank of the body, the shift of the wings. All the things that make you and Alysiuth such an incredible team in flight works against you when you’re not riding /him/. We can hope this mellows with age.

"As usual I finish the day before the sea, sumptuous this evening beneath the moon, which writes Arab symbols with phosphorescent streaks on the slow swells. There is no end to the sky and the waters. How well they accompany sadness!" –camu

"The ocean has always been a salve to my soul…the best thing for a cut or abrasion was to go swimming in salt water. Later down the road of life, I made the discovery that salt water was also good for the mental abrasions one inevitably acquires on land."
-Jimmy Buffett

Likes getting lost mebbie?

"Not all who wander are lost." - JRR Tolkien


"Our voyage hade commenced, and at last we were away, gliding through the clean water, past the reeds. Care was lifted from our shoulders, for we were free from advice, pessimism, officialism, heat and hot air."
- K. Adlard Coles

Alysiuth loves to fly, he is an artist, and his medium is the wind. In water or in air, he will be one of the most agile dragons of his clutch. He’s light, he is, lithe and lean, with the sleek shape of the mackerel fish, but more buoyant: sailfish, shipfish, flying fish. Alysiuth is like a well-built boat, he’ll know how to catch the wind and use it to his advantage, making him a swift and dynamic flier.

"A tradewind starts gently, without gusts — a huge ocean of air that slowly and resolutely begins to move with ever-increasing strength. Suddenly everything comes to life. Spirits rise as the sails fill. The boat heels slightly and moves ahead. The almost oppressive silence gives way to the sound of the bow cutting through the water. Gone is the sea’s glassy surface, and with it the terrible glare. Close the hatches and ports! We’re sailing again!"Camus, Albert

This might take a bit of getting used to, first flights with Alysiuth might be akin to sailing rough, wild seas:

"Waves are not measured in feet or inches, they are measured in increments of fear." -Buzzy Trent

Some of this is innate, in his color, and some of it is Alysiuth’s natural flair for motion, but it won’t necessarily come easily. Oh he’ll certainly be one of the first dragonets to grow into his wings and hide, but he’ll need to work hard to get into shape and then stay there. Once you explain to him that only through hard work and exercising all his parts, as a dragonet, can he fly, as a dragon, Alysiuth wont’ mind all those drills and exercises: preparation, anticipation.

"Sailors, with their built in sense of order, service and discipline, should really be running the world." - Nicholas Monsarrat

He’s a planner, your dragon. One that might have been a draftsman or engineer or architect, if human. Like Esther (well, no, not quite /that/ bad), Alysiuth likes an orderly space, with everything in its place. Small spaces are great, as long as they’re kept tidy. He also likes plotting out a course and then sticking within it, sometimes to the point of obstinancy. A trait, like his sea-pieces, that he shares with T’jano’s Mrrth. She too can be stubborn, but hers is more ‘had enough, sitting down, just you /try/ and move me any further’, whilst Alysiuth’s more bullheaded and would just keep going and going and going, instead of stopping. » Three laps of the bowl, three laps of the bowl, I planned out three laps of the bowl and hail, sleet, mud or weyrwoman aren’t going to stop me. «

A sea captain when he stands upon the bridge, or looks out from his deck-house, thinks much about God and about the world. Away in the valley yonder among the corn and the poppies men may well forget all things except the warmth of the sun upon the face, and the kind shadow under the hedge; but he who journeys through storm and darkness must needs think and think..- William Butler Yeats, The Celtic Twilight

Like any good sailor, once the sails are unfurled and have caught the wind, all Alysiuth’s planning is happily thrown out the window. For him, flight is the simple joy of sailing – the freedom, the challenge, the lure of wild winds and new thermals. In the air, Alysiuth’s adventuresome side is set loose and only you know its not madness, its /glee/. He spins and swoops and dives for the feel of weather along his hide and you, like a barnacle stuck to his back, are just along for the ride.

"Confronting a storm is like fighting God. All the powers in the universe seem to be against you and, in an exraordinary way, your irrelevance is at the same time both humbling and exalting." - Franciose LeGrande

"It's scary to have a 30 foot wave chasing you. If you are steering, you don't look back. The crew looks back for you, and you watch their faces. When they look straight up, then get ready!" - Magnus Olsson

"Headwinds are sore vexations and the more passengers the sorer." -Ralph Waldo Emerson

There’s no such thing as bad weather, only bad clothes.- Old Norwegian Adage

I hate storms, but calms undermine my spirits.- Bernard Moitessier

Unfortunately for you, Alysiuth likes flying in any weather – in /all/ weather. This is great, for the Weyr, but means you’ll be spending a lot of your marks on wet-weather gear and warm woolies. What with his love of water, as well, I woudn’t plan on ever being really dry again, O’diah. Ever. Whereas Mrrth might like creating storms and chaos, Alysiuth loves being in them. He devours the elements for dinner: mud, water, wind, Alysiuth loves them all and will slip and slide through each in turn, whether he’s on the ground or in the air. Fire he’ll reserve for Thread. He’s not all that keen on the taste of firestone, but he sure does love flaming things in flight, and is utterly fearless in the face of Danger.

"The pleasures of being becalmed became threadbare; there is a limit to untutored star gazing." -Charles Landery

Likes to be in motion <Stuff>

To protect you I placed three guards: the sun on
the mountain, the eagle on the plain, and the fresh
north wind on the ships.

There are three sorts of people; those who are alive, those who are dead, and those who are at sea.- Old Capstan Chantey attributed to Anacharsis, 6th Century BC
If you want to build a ship, don't drum up the men to gather wood, divide the work and give orders. Instead, teach them to yearn for the vast and endless sea…"- Antoine de Saint Exupery
There is nothing more enticing, disenchanting, and enslaving than the life at sea.- Joseph Conrad
At sea, I learned how little a person needs, not how much.- Robin Lee Graham
The cure for anything is saltwater – sweat, tears, or the sea.- Isak Dinesen
Being hove to in a long gale is the most boring way of being terrified I know.- Donald Hamilton
The goal is not to sail the boat, but rather to help the boat sail herself.- John Rousmaniere
If you can’t repair it, maybe it shouldn’t be on board.- Lin and Larry Pardey
I must go down to the sea again, to the lonely sea and the sky.
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by.- John Masefield
A sailor’s joys are as simple as a child’s.- Bernard Moitessier
The planning stage of a cruise is often just as enjoyable as the voyage itself, letting one’s imagination loose on all kinds of possibilities. Yet translating dreams into reality means a lot of practical questions have to be answered.- Jimmy Cornell (World Cruising Handbook)
Now - bring me that horizon. -The last line from Pirates of the Caribbean
"The sea finds out everything you did wrong." - Francis Stokes
"Men in a ship are always looking up, and men ashore are usually looking down." John Masefield
A small craft in an ocean is, or should be, a benevolent dictatorship." -Tristan Jones
"The sea drives truth into a man like salt." - Hilaire Belloc
"The cure for anything is saltwater — sweat, tears, or the sea." - Isak Dinesen
" Land was created to provide a place for boats to visit." - Brooks Atkinson

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