ED-65: Keshet

At the base of Juatasapi was lush greenery, plentiful coniferous trees, their bushy branches and thin trunks currently covered in migrating monarch butterflies. Beneath the rich green plant and orange-wing canopy, two dragons met in the thick of the woods. Arenig and Keshet were drawn to one another. They were a study in contrasts: Arenig’s bulky form and dull colors next to Keshet’s riotous rainbow splashed over a lithe form. Their attitudes were much the same. As she tried to ril...

Keshet was being difficult. It wasn’t surprising; Keshet loved being difficult even on her good days, but she had requested time away from Threvilla and the other dragons, had asked for help, and now avoided Jack to chase after the myriad of orange butterflies that crowded the rocky field and coniferous trees at the base of the volcano. Jack’s patience had worn thin ages ago, but there was only so much they could do to control a dragon of Keshet’s size and with her determination ...

The storm embraced Keshet as it ought, sharp-toothed and fierce. Howling winds battered her thin body; ice tried to dig its wicked, prying claws between her smooth scales; the roar of the wind and the blinding-white of the snow made her duller senses all-but useless in the midst of the maelstrom. She was not naturally equipped the same as a purebred Storm dragon, but she belonged to it just the same. It would not gentle its touch for her — nor would she want it to or accept it (if it...

Recently, Keshet had decided to pick up ice skating. After all, why shouldn’t she? She had the perfect figure for ice skating and the ice reflected all of her colors beautifully. She even matched the ice - when it looked nice anyways and reflected on sunny days - it was like she was meant for it! Why did she pick it up, well did it even really matter? After all, she was the on...

Flashes of lightning lit the freezing area, thunder following mere moments later, the sound resounding over the icy waters that were to be the host of Robin’s and Cirrus’s next trail. Snow fell slowly, the atmosphere sparking with the electric and snow storm that surrounded. Cirrus shivered, her feathers flat with the misery of the area as she pressed against the larger dragon who was her companion. Already Keshet’s hooves were hidden beneath the layer of snow that had fallen, wings hel...

Flamekeeper’s long antennae twitched, her head perking up at the distant but distinct feeling of change. Something in the air — a sudden drop in pressure as the wind picked up, rustled through the tall grass that sprawled in every direction in great rolling plains. Overhead, the white clouds began to billow and build, growing dark with rain. “Something’s coming,” Flamekeeper said, unable to keep the anticipation out of her voice, the undeniable thrill. Igni’s flame...

Jack knew this place. Even overgrown: the flowers choked with weeds, the trees with dead limbs untrimmed and dragging the ground, the ivy that covered everything like a carpet except for the pond which was green with algae — Jack recognized the palace gardens. The sky was empty, devoid of sun, moon, or stars. No clouds, no breeze, just an aching sense of emptiness that stretched on and on to a dark, muddied horizon without any of the landmarks Jack could recognize. It wasn’t...

The breath between winter and spring stirred a sense of nostalgia that Jack did their best to ignore. They were partial to winter; the cold and the dark were familiar friends and made the brief flashes of warmth and light all the more meaningful. Then, a lifetime ago, they had been prodded and plied until they let summer in. They’d found themself in love with the transient seasons between the extremes, in the new growth of spring and the slow settle of autumn. That lifetime was gone ...

Jack had been simply minding their own business when Keshet lost her mind. They’d been hard at work, deciphering a runic text that had fallen through the Chronoscape to find if it contained anything useful when they heard a series of worrying clinks that only got faster as the minute dragged on, accompanied by absolute pandemonium inside their skull. Jack was not great at tuning out their dragons. They got better at it, as time went on and as more voices joined the cacophony, ...

Keshet was flying high over a red desert, the sand turned into shades of fire by the setting sun. Wickedly sharp rocks cut through the light like claws, casting long, dark shadows, as if night had started coming up from the ground. It was pure luck that the glint glanced off her eye, that it had been caught by the sun, that she was the exact type of dragon that she was, that she immediately folded her wings and dove towards the ground, half thinking that she would have something shiny ...

Hooves skidded across the dry earth, tearing up yellowing grass and loose soil, kicking both into the air, the taste of grit left behind. Keshet teetered precariously, leather wings batting ineffectively at the air before she gave in and fell forward to brace herself against the ground. A low growl rumbled in her throat as she bared sharp fangs. Calanthe’s long, feathered tail swept through the prairie grass, her head lifted imperiously. The sun glinted off the plating along h...