R'gis's Bewitching Sleeping Beauty Green Peorth

Many a girl has waited long
For a husband brave or strong;
But I'm sure I never met
Any sort of woman yet
Who could wait a hundred years,
Free from fretting, free from fears.

Now, our story seems to show
That a century or so,
Late or early, matters not;
True love comes by fairy-lot.
Some old folk will even say
It grows better by delay.

Yet this good advice, I fear,
Helps us neither there nor here.
Though philosophers may prate
How much wiser 'tis to wait,
Maids will be a sighing still —
Young blood must when young blood will!

Spanish Steps Egg

Shady greens frame this rather large egg, blurring at the edges into a sky-blue that sweeps across its width. The rest is all mounting levels of off-whites: pale, dingy, creamy, /cracked/ - not real cracks, but patterns marked delicately onto this egg's broad surface in hints of ecru and the lightest of mauve shadows - all this is evident and obvious, but the knowledge of what lies at the staircase's peak remains a mystery.

Hatching Message

Spanish Steps Egg crackles like bushfire, awakening reluctantly from its slumber as eggshards continue to fall like thorns; cracks widen abruptly, as if a sword cut down the briar hedge of shell. The time has come, the time is now. The mysterious barrier falls away and stretching out of sleep hatches this maiden princess.

Bewitching Sleeping Beauty Green Dragonet

Dawn breaks blue and misty gold over the orchard greens that steady her breathy delicacy, imparting a regal richness to her more pastoral shadings. Briars may ward against thorny ridges and the talons that spike her slender fingers, but there are roses too, entwined among the brambles, to soften her curves and pink her cheeks. Likewise, aspen forests the 'spars that catch at cornsilk 'sails, but brighter apple runes summer into her limbs' supple length. Careless freckles of opal and peridot spill across her muzzle, to lend a provincial air to the nobility that sleeps, enchanted, within this dragon's sylvan lines.

Public Impression Pose

Bewitching Sleeping Beauty Green Dragonet turns glittering eyes on the Beauty that stands out like a masterful work of art. Wings flutter again, giving a glimpse of cornsilk sails before her delicate movements land her at the feet of Ragis. Creel. /Her/ Beauty. Wings twitch again as the dragonet expects him to be awe-struck by her innocent prettiness—that /is/ the way of life!

Private Impression Message

The world around you fades, hides behind the veil that reveals /her/, as she enters your mind, lingering politely at the edges of it. A rainbow gaze locks with yours and roses bloom everywhere all of a sudden and a voice sounds, low, yet infinitely feminine as she delights in your discovery, all your senses dominated by hers, making you her own and offering herself to you while she awaits your touch. « Ragis? Rage? R'gis! I am here to stay, I am Peorth! » And with an unshakeable certainty and an overwhelming jubilation you realize that it is true, she is yours and you are hers forever and ever and ever and ever more.

Theme Inspiration

She comes in part from a vision that Telynth had, in the early stages of RP with Ragis, the very day that Ragis met Telynth.

"Telynth bespeaks Ragis with « I don't know if it's sweet really….You've made him so happy today….I want it to stay like that…and…I'm not just thinking that…it could happen. I'm not just wanting it to happen….I see deep forests, with sprinkles of grass and heather…..and snowflakes…like freckles across her muzzle…..She's beautiful…..» He sends the image along, graceful, regal, and indeed, beautiful. A pose like a dragon chess piece before she moves to a white robed cluster. But there's where the image ends. « See? Oh…oh…dear…I'dn't thought of that….Khay is right, most of my predictions are silly and don't come true…….if this doesn't, please don't be mad at me…. » »"

And if it does, but not exactly how one dreams of it, don't be mad at Telynth either. After all, isn't she just perfect as she is? Couldn't the imagination have been flawed in some way rather than her?

Name Inspiration

Ruled by Mars
Meaning: A Dice Cup

So much can be revealed to one
Who bares his soul to chance
And much hath man endured to gain
A fragment of a glance
Yet fate be held aloft by thread
And strain it cannot bear
So lift the veil with caution
Lest the silken thread should tear

You chose Peorth and we could not help but fall in love with the name instantly.

Peorth, (pronounced like an upper crust version of pay-off) has many old meanings. It was the name of the rune cup used in casting lots, when the ancients were trying to decide whether to gallop off into the sunset and conquer another country or two before tea. It can also mean a tune, fate etc. But where does that leave us when dragging complaining toddlers round the supermarket or squashed on the train back to the suburbs after a fruitless day at the office? Peorth is the 'grass roots' rune: the real 'you' without the window dressing, with all your good bits, bad bits and wobbly bits, the real, central core person that hasn't changed all that much since you had plaits and will still be you when you are a cantankerous old lady.

If you were a bottle of perfume, Peorth would be called Essence of You: roses and washing up liquid and car oil all mixed into one. This is the 'you' that makes brilliant jokes, cries at Lassie films, screams at the kids but would tear apart bare-handed anyone who touched a hair on their heads. Peorth has sometimes been called (by the more elevated runesters who veer to the psychological), your 'inner child'. Indeed some of the more enlightened breed of psychologists will, for a sum of money, happily help you dig this bit out and tell you what you are saying. But you can easily find this bit using your runes. The part where those gut feeling that are always right come from is Peorth. The runes, like the lager in the advert, can refresh those bits of you that other methods can't, because you, after all, know yourself better than anyone.

Peorth can let you know that a lot of bull has been flying around but you can see through it. You do know what to do - just follow that gut feeling and let your inner voice speak for you. If peorth is hidden then you may have been pleasing other people so long you can't remember what you think and believe, or even if you still exist. If people are telling you different things, ignore them all.

Peorth has no meaning that is accepted by one and all. Roughly translated the word means hearth and could be taken for the centre of an abode. Other translations include chessmen and dice-cup. Warriors would throw dice to ascertain their destinies. They believed the resulting position of the dice was ordained by the 'three Norns', past, present and future. The dice-cup became an important part of their lives.

Peorth has been interpreted as hidden information which may come to light, perhaps the recovery of a lost article. Generally regarded as a good omen. A secret, wealth gained through effort.

We knew that runic symbols — and this rune in particular — were important to you, so we felt that it was important that your green be built at least in part around the symbolism inherent in her name-rune. We hope she fits what you had in mind.


From the moment Peorth makes herself home in your mind, you will have difficulties at times to distinguish between you and her. Surprising for such a dainty green, Peorth's voice is quite deep most of the time, the soft, light tenor only raising to contralto heights when she is excited.

Mellow and soothing she edges your thoughts, her highland lilt melodic like a spring breeze over flowering heather, a darkly tuned Irish harp when she is in her good moods. But you better brace yourself against the indignant bodhran drumming when she has one of her days. Interspersed with brassy bugles of real annoyance you will hurry to calm her down, if only to get rid of the noise in your head.


Peorth's scent is ever so subtle - it'll never pervade your weyr, but if you press yourself up against her, there it is. The wonderfully comforting scent of the forest touches this green's hide: warm, damp undergrowth is touched by sunlight, intertwined with the subtle scent of tuberoses and citrus blossoms, and crisp pines overlay that. This is echoed mentally, at times, although she's more likely to venture into music to express herself than scent. Just sometimes, when she speaks to you, there's warmth, and the scent is that of a room full of people - not at all unpleasant, but perhaps a little comforting.


You did recognize those opal freckles, didn't you? Yes, they are the snowflakes Telynth mentioned in his prediction.

Like all dragons, your Peorth will grow in fits and spurts, although happily for you, there'll be gaps. She'll seem behind the others, destined to be forever a runt, when suddenly she'll put on a growth spurt, sending you scurrying for the oil, and catching up to the others quickly.

Again, as with all dragons, there'll be itchy spots, and Peorth's will be all her own. Right between her eyes will be a prime one, and for all her life she'll almost prefer being scritched there to on her eyeridges. The other spot she'll need particular attention, both for itchiness and especially dry skin is right between her forelegs. She'll crouch down regularly, and when you hit /just/ the spot, the relief will wash over you almost physically.

She'll be forever delicate, this princess of yours, and there'll be no doubt of her crowning glory - those cornsilk wingsails will take your breath away the first time she spreads them in flight.

When it comes to flight, her stamina will be good, for all her delicacy. She'll fly Thread well, and with determination, although she's normally wise enough to know her own limits, and let you know when she's fading. There'll be the odd occasion, though, when she gets a little carried away with things, and you'll need to learn to watch for her fatigue.

In training exercises, though, she might tend a bit toward laziness. She doesn't really understand why she should have to spend hours and hours working up a most unladylike sweat over a bunch of coloured ropes. « R'gis, that's not real thread, you know. » And flight formations just seem silly to her. « Why do we always have to fly behind Blueth. I'm tired of looking at his tail. Can we go to the beach now? »

When there's real live Thread in the sky, those draconic instincts kick in and she's all business. But she doesn't really get the whole cause and effect thing of hard training meaning better performance at fighting thread. She'll /do/ it, but she won't like it. « Fine. Just… Fine. » Princesses have better things to be occupying their time with anyway.


Peorth … that resplendent, delicate green is very much like you, Rage, but then again, she is not. She is not you and you are not her but together you can be a nearly perfect whole, the complimentary and the contrasting blending into each other and growing together.

With Peorth you have got a veritable princess on your hands and she will always regard you as her Prince Charming, the one whose mental kiss has awoken her.

While still young, in her verdant turns so to speak, she will demand all of your attention with a regal matter-of-factness inherent as her grace and her suavity, and while you will find it easy to oblige her most of the time, there will be moments when you will wish her to be fast asleep. Though always very polite, she will not apologize for disturbing you « Rage, I know you are busy but I'm afraid that dry patch cannot wait. So, -please-? » Regardless what it is that keeps you busy. Later she won't pester you with every little matter but when she thinks it is important, she will have no qualms calling you to attention.

Peorth is one of those laid-back greens, taking life for what it is, day by day, without regrets, without feeling guilty for things that she cannot help. She is not heartless or ignorant or totally self-centered. No, quite on the contrary, Peorth is what you would call 'tender-hearted', with a well-poised temper and there is a maiden-like sweetness about her she will preserve all of her life. Here she is very much like you, gentle, caring and considerate. You will always be her first, her most important concern, but she will also take a lot of interest in the ones you care about. However, Peorth has a very clear image of who and what she is and a quiet self-confidence that can hardly be shaken, and if she is treated in a way she does not think proper, or if someone tries to use her as a 'landing ledge', she will turn into an arrogant, haughty creature, who will make it very clear that she is not taking any of this.

And she will not have you take it either. Whenever someone attempts to walk over you or teases you cruelly, she will be there with the quiet self-confidence that is her very essence to back you up, to help you stand up for yourself. « Really, Rage. Tell him to mind his own business. You cannot have that idiot treat you like that in front of all these people. You can do it. » and to your surprise you will find out that you can and that it is easy with her at your side and your own self-assurance will grow in hers. And while you will appreciate this, at times it will be different. Especially when you flirt too openly, hurting her sense of decorum. Then she will step in, gently reining you in so she can be proud of her perfect rider again « People are watching you already and we do not want this, right? » Well, a princess has to have perfect manners and she expects you to live up to her standards.

Peorth's standards are very high indeed. Take that as a compliment, because she chose you, after all, and none of the rest would do. But for everyone else, she'll always have a line in the sand that Should Not Be Crossed. She's not cold or unfriendly, but she is a /lady/, thankyouverymuch, and if you think, Dragonth, that you're going to start a mudfight with her, you've got another think coming. Think of Grace Kelly — that innate poise, cool confidence and regal beauty. That's your Peorth. She doesn't have to make a big deal, either, about what she will and won't put up with most of the time, because there's something about her that makes most other dragons tread just that little bit carefully around her. Not that they're /afraid/ of her, per se, but nobody much really wants to offend her.

So in that sense, she tends to bring the best behaviour out of her fellow dragons. She'd be the sort, if she were human, who could walk into the basest tavern and sip *tea* with half a dozen card sharks, bully-boys and gunslingers, and each and every one of them would remember to keep that pinkie finger raised the whole time. It's not that she nags them into minding their manners… it's just somehow easier to remember to tip your hat, hold the door open and let the lady go first whenever Peorth's around.

And it's not just the males that are so affected. Females too, though they obviously wouldn't be going for the same sorts of chivalry points. But when Peorth's in the pens, arguments over who killed what beast tend to be less frequent, the other dragons tend to eat more slowly (and less messily), and everything's just that little bit more civilised all-around.

Not every dragon will act this way, of course, and certainly not /all/ the time — but as a general tendency, you'll notice that company is inclined to be a little bit more polite when she's around.

There's more to her below the surface, of course. After all, Sleeping Beauty wasn't always Crown Princess Aurora. Once upon a time she called herself 'Briar Rose', lived in a woodcutter's cottage, ran about in bare feet and picked berries for a living. But that more countrified maiden is kept locked up tight behind the brambles that ramble her slight form.

Most of the time… .


Killer Queen
(by Queen)

She keeps her Moet et Chandon
In her pretty cabinet
'let them eat cake' she says
Just like Marie Antoinette
A built-in remedy
For Kruschev and Kennedy
At anytime an invitation
You can't decline

Caviar and cigarettes
Well versed in etiquette
Extraordinarily nice

She's a Killer Queen
Gunpowder, gelatine
Dynamite with a laserbeam
Guaranteed to blow your mind
Ooh, recommended at the price
Insatiable an appetite
Wanna try ?

To avoid complications
She never kept the same address
In conversation
She spoke just like a baroness
Met a man from China
Went down to Geisha Minah
(Killer, killer, she's a killer Queen)
Then again incidentally
If you're that way inclined

Perfume came naturally from Paris (naturally)
For cars she couldn't care less
Fastidious and precise

She's a Killer Queen
Gunpowder, gelatine
Dynamite with a laser beam
Guaranteed to blow your mind
Drop of a hat she's as willing as
Playful as a pussy cat
Then momentarily out of action
Temporarily out of gas
To absolutely drive you wild, wild..
She's all out to get you

She's a Killer Queen
Gunpowder, gelatine
Dynamite with a laser beam
Guaranteed to blow your mind

Ooh, recommended at the price
Insatiable an appetite
Wanna try ?
You wanna try…

Ahem, well something like that just has to be kept behind brambles and thorn hedges most of the time no? :-) But don't worry, Peorth will not go off like a firework at the first sign of proddiness. At first she will be quite embarrassed by the demands of her body, and she will take extra care to behave as if nothing has changed. Only you will be aware of the rise of hormones within her and people will know she goes proddy more by your behaviour than hers. Her change will be a subtle one, maybe just a little snickering in the beginning, maybe she will - how shocking! - start telling you dirty jokes or hum the tune of a juicy song you had no idea she knows or discussing Certain Riders with you. It's quite a change from the gentle reprimand she usually gives you when you flirt too outwardly, and is all in all, rather shocking behaviour for someone as ladylike as her.

And it's behaviour that she tends to keep hidden from most, as well. She might be singing rude songs in your head (thoughts of Nanny Ogg's 'The Hedgehog Can Never Be Buggered At All' song here), but outwardly, she's still the Miss Manners poster-dragon.

That is, until she flies. And even then, she'll be all sweet protestations at first.
« No no, Brownth. I am only going down to the pens for a snack. » She doesn't like to admit that she's really about to do *that* thing, with the *boys* (not that she's ashamed of rising… inwardly she'll be bubbling away to you: « Did you /see/ the /tail/ on that /blue/?? » It's just that outwardly, it's so important to her to keep up appearances).

And even once she's up in the air, she still likes to keep them all at arm's length to start with. « You keep your tail to yourself, Bronzeth. » But as the flight heats up, those thorns burn away, and by the end of the flight, she's everything the above lyrics mention: that wall of briars comes down and the Killer Queen steps free to stamp her altogether unforgettable presence on whatever lucky dragon has managed to catch her.

Any male that flies her is going to have to do some serious resting up before he even /thinks/ about flying anybody else. But hey, she's been keeping all that passion and emotion bottled up tight for all the time in between, so it only stands to reason that when she does finally let go… hoo boy. What a firecracker.

As far as who catches, well, over time she'll develop a certain leaning toward a few particular dragons, but she's no monogamist. Just remember that as far as she is concerned, you, Ragis, are her one and only Prince Charming, and although she may dally with the affections of others when it comes time to fly, and even though she may be truly fond of her occasional mates, /you/ are her One True Love, and it was you — your mind's first kiss — that woke her from her egg-cradled slumber. Had you not been there, your Peorth would have slept on forever.


Dragon: Peorth
Colour: Green
Name: You!
Egg: Spanish Steps Egg
Egg Desc: Siddalee; Quara tweak
Dragonet: Bewitching Sleeping Beauty Green Dragonet
Puppeted by: G'vin
Dragonet Desc: Saoirse; Lis & D'renn tweak
Messages: Mhari & Thesy; Nuff tweak
Inspiration: Saoirse & Thesy; Kh'et, Lis, Mhari

Zai & brown Puizuth, Fye & blue Lainnoth, Auri & green Miravith, Shawn & brown Orsoth, Pyrene & gold Cadgwith, Lyri & green Niamhyth, Daeyn & brown Anwyllth

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