dust spurt!!

kristofer-james  asked:

I need to know more about my daughter, Tràthail. ouo

Hmm~ Well a bunch of bullets is probably best since her lore is still in development.

  • Relatively speaking (I haven’t worked out how I want to address differences in harpy v dragon aging) she’s about 13 or 14 years old
  • Her native flock is the one that has been living in the Southern Icefield and only recently left for warmer climates.
  • I HC that while they are hostile to encroaching dragons, they don’t really pay any attention to Talona. Or at least they didn’t while they were in the Icefields, and as such they’re more about defending their turf than actively expanding.
  • Tràthail was snatched when she was only about 10 or so, right before what would have been her first major growth spurt.
  • Dust was already there, along with a bunch of other kids, and again, since her flock was defensive rather than offensive, it was very easy for the two of them to become close.
  • Dust was the one who taught her to look small, but where Dust did it by refusing or stealthily regurgitating, Tràthail just let other kids eat her food.
  • Questionable? You bet! But she’s a harpy and will maintain that all she did was not eat all her food, and that it wasn’t her responsibility to hide it so other kids wouldn’t get fat enough to become the next meal. 
  • Her friendship with Dust isn’t really because they mesh that well or kept each other especially safe, it’s just something that developed because they were the two that survived the longest of everyone else they saw the Catoptria catch.
  • For Tràthail in particular, it’s something she’s incredibly dependent on, and it’s why she gets so manic when Dust is concerned. Like I have to image harpies are hyper social among their own kind, but Tràthail is very far outside that at this point. Until she branches out and really starts to connect with other members of Clan Aphaster, Dust is like the only flock member she has. It’s why she rarely leaves her side, especially when she thinks Dust is sick, and why she was so hurt when Dust sent her away.
  • She is slowly coming to understand that dragon socialization is a little different and that they don’t think like she does, so it will bother her less as time goes on.
  • Like Dust, she has a brand on her forehead. She’s not as self-conscious about it as Dust, but her mask does lack the characteristic v-shape of most harpy masks, and instead has proper forehead cover.
  • While she’s energetic and kind of all over the place with dragons, she’s not totally socially inept. She understands just fine how to behave among other harpies, albeit she will always come off sort of childish since she was snatched before she started undergoing her adolescent training.

being-of-rain  asked:

How do you feel about rain?

I remember once, when I was younger, I went swimming in a pool while a storm came in over the horizon. It was the right kind of storm, the kind where the water drops are full to bursting so that they hit the paving in a way that makes you think of the phrase ‘blotting paper’. It was a summer storm, one that came in the afternoon when the sun had been heating the stone all day, and so you could smell that dust-rain tang that you get when the water blots out across the brick and flashes the heat away in little spurts of dust.

I remember standing in the pool as the rain churned the water around me to a froth of little concentric waves splattering up against one another and robbing each other of momentum. I remember the way the rain coursed down my face and cooled everything into a slick sort of balance. I remember walking up the stairs in the corner, coming out onto the brick and just walking off down the path into the green.

I walked for a long time, barefoot, through an endless cascade of dripping, pouring leaves and stems. I can still feel the press of wet twigs and small stones against the soles of my feet, the water forming a film over my skin and smoothening everything to a cel-shaded liquid plasma coolness. I sat down in the middle of the path, lay back and just felt the rain on my face with its persistent drumming calmness.

I was alone. I’m not sure what I was feeling at the time, or why I walked out into that strange greenery only to lie down on the path. The fact remains that I did. I like the rain, in short. I like the way it feels on your skin and in the air and the things it does to the world. It feels like life and fresh air and electric potential that makes your skin stand on end. When it rains, the world puts on colours.

Summer storms.

Making pit-pat patterns on the window.

Sitting indoors.

Listening for future’s mighty