You walk
into a tiny, sparkling clean weyr, which doesn't really make sense, you reflect.
Just how does one keep a cave clean, anyway? You are then drawn out of your logical thoughts when a girl bounces into the main part of the weyr, from the smaller sleeping quarters in the back. Her ankle-length, tri-colored curls bounce around her head, instantly drawing your eyes, and you wonder idly what keeps her hair from getting dirty, as it brushes on the ground every few seconds. Oh, wait, this weyr is sparklingly clean, isn't it? Nevermind.
Her hair, as previously stated, is tri-colored; the left side is golden honey-blond, the middle is glittering silver, and the right side is shiny, raven-black, as if her hair couldn't decide which color was most aesthetically pleasing. Similiarly, her eyes are two different shades; the left eye is a mysterious violet color, and the right is clear blue. Her flawless skin is pale and, well, flawless.
"Hi!" She chirps at you as you stare. "I am Maria Suzanna Nicole Sistine Ashley Mina Sierra Nevada Raven Smith."
You almost feel sorry for the girl, but you're too busy being scared and confused by her long string of exotic names.
She chatters on obliviously. "I'm standing for the clutch, you know." She giggles. "It's funny. I was the Lord Holder's only daughter, but when some bad men attacked and took over the hold, I had to pretend to be a drudge for eight whole turns, with only an ugly, old watchwher for a friend. After that, I never would have thought I'd have a chance to Impress a dragon, but, here I am! I ran away from the hold, and spent two years living on my own in a cave, where I Impressed fifteen fire lizards." She whistles, and two gold fire lizards appear, growling ferally at each other with glowing, crimson red eyes. "These are my two queens, Aria and Melody. They're the best of friends, they get along splendidly."
"I can see." You say, watching as one fire lizard chomps on the other's tail, while the second queen scratches at the first's wings with her claws. Maria Suzanna...uh...the girl, seemed oblivious.
"I also Impressed ten bronze fire lizards and three whites. No chromatic colors for me!" You open your mouth to speak, but she interrupts you before you can get a word out. "After two years, I got caught outside by accident during threadfall, and was saved by dragonriders. They liked me so much, they brought me back to the Weyr with them to stand for the clutch. Of course, the other candidates make fun of me and say I'll never Impress a dragon, but I know they're just jealous of me because I can hear dragons and they can't. And I just know I'm going to Impress a beautiful gold dragon who everyone else will be jealous of, and she'll be named Preciousth and we'll became famous and I'll be Weyrwoman, of course, and we'll live happily ever after!" She says dreamily, then she blinks, and adds as an afterthought, "Oh, although I wouldn't mind a green, either." You get the feeling she doesn't really mean it at all.
"So, is there anything else you wanted to know about me?" She asks, smiling flirtaciously. (Which doesn't really make a whole lot of sense either, since the vast majority of readers will likely be female.)
"Umm, actually, I was just looking for the bathroom." You say at last.
Her face falls. "Oh. It's to your left, three doors down the hall." She grumbles, sounding as if she's been through this before, and you leave, glad to be out of there at last.
You are somewhat less than surprised, therefore, when the inhabitant of the weyr (who you have mentally dubbed Mari-Su, for sanity's sake) strides majestically into the room and is followed by a tiny, glittering golden dragoness.
You are considerably more surprised at the appearance of the dragonet itself. Downright astonished, in fact. Where most (i.e., normal) dragons have a single head, this dragoness has two!
"Oh! Hello again!" Mari-Su trills happily upon seeing you standing in the doorway. "Hey, you haven't met my dragon yet, have you? This is Preciousth! I told you I'd impress a gold." She says proudly, seeming to ignore the fact that her dragon has an extra head. "She's so great, she's better than all the other dragons from her clutch."
"Why's that?" You ask.
Mari-Su giggles. "Because she's got two heads, of course! Every other dragon in the clutch only had one head. That makes her unique, and everyone knows that the unique dragon always goes to the best candidate!"
Yeah, I'm unique, you hear that? I'm special.
You may be special, but I'm more special.
Nuh-uh! I'm way better than you are.
Are not.
Are too.
Are not.
Are too.
Both heads huff at each other and crane their heads away as if they have better things to do than argue childishly with one another. You begin to wonder idly why suddenly you seem to be able to hear dragons, you never could before.
"Well, anyway, I've got to go feed Preciousth now. It's so hard trying to feed two heads at once, you know?" Mari-Su says, ushering you out.
Preciousth follows behind her, still chattering with herself.
It's about time! I'm hungry!
Oh no! All that food will go straight to my thighs!
Do dragons have thighs?
You exit the weyr-heading in a different direction than the goldrider and dragon-and breathe a sigh of relief.
Color: Gold
Gender: Female
Size: 24.6 meters (green)
Impression Message: Like, OMG, Maria Suzanna Nicole Sistine Ashley Mina Sierra Nevada Raven Smith. I'm like, so happy to meet you. I'm -- we're -- Preciousth. Can we just call you Maria?
No! I wanna call her Nevada! I think it's much prettier.
No, it's not! Maria is!
Nuh-uh! The right head is always smarter, anyway, and...right. That's why it's called the right head!
Ugh!
Personality: From the day she was born until the day she dies, Preciousth will always be arguing with herself. While each head might have a brain the size of a pea, they always have the opposite opinion. But, they do agree on one thing: Maria Suzanna Nicole Sistine Ashley Mina Sierra Nevada Raven Smith is pretty, sweet, and perfect, and that they deserve to be revered and pampered.
You'll never be free of her/their whining, either. One head will eat ravenously while the other complains about its weight. While, the other head will refuse to drink water because she thinks dragons should be able to get wine. In flights, it's a toss-up. Either Preciousth will learn to think as a collective body, and be a challenging chase, or will fight over which direction to go and the males will catch her thirty seconds off the ground.
From: Serpent's Reach Caer