Wing: White Squall
Weyr of Impression: Eastern
Ijith is a downright pretty little blue, and there’s really no way around it. He’s short at the shoulder and in length, and generally small besides. His tail is proportionately long, slender even in comparison to his otherwise slender body, and highly mobile. Ijith constantly moves his tail, flicks and flexes it to reflect his mood and opinions. All dragons use their tails for balance, but with little Ijith, he uses that long, slender tail with a fluid grace that flows out of every dainty step he takes. He walks with feline sure-footedness and balance, and is, in general, a delicate mover, placing his feet carefully no matter what he is doing. His eyes are larger than average, giving him an alert appearance, particularly with the contrast of the luminescence of bright, jeweled draconic eyes to the deep, almost black blue of Ijith’s hide; long headknobs on a head and neck often held low in part of Ijith’s smooth slink, make him look as though he anticipates a stroke down the length of his body. The whole is a fine-boned little dragon, capable of sneaking around the edges of any situation or group, but positively striking when he does not.
Ever wanted a spare conscience? Ijith’s the blue for you!
Dainty Ijith is a cautious, practical dragon, unwilling to leap into a new or potentially risky situation or experience without carefully examining and measuring it first . . . or at least giving it a thorough tongue-lashing. He takes his self-appointed responsibility as his rider’s voice of reason very seriously, and makes free to comment on just about everything. He is sarcastic, especially when going along with an impractical request from his rider, the Weyrlingmaster, and, later, his Wingleader. He will, however, go along with that request; he’ll just complain. The whole time.
With regard to his lifemate, Ijith has the behavioral logic of an older sibling: he will be hard on his rider, but should someone else attempt the same, the little blue’s position is that only *he* has that privilege. He is absolutely protective, but he chooses, not surprisingly, words as his defensive weapon rather than physical strength.
Ijith is terminally unimpressed. Nothing he encounters (except his rider) is ever up to snuff, certainly not without unshakable proof of its worth. Even then, he is likelier to grudgingly accept the value of whatever-it-is than ever embrace it completely. He tends to wonder, in any given activity in lessons, drills, or even words from the mouth of his own rider, why he and His are doing something interesting and exciting when they could simply anticipate the inevitable lack of satisfaction and sit where they are and be ordinary, quiet, and comfortable. Assured comfort is no small thing in Ijith’s mind.
When he senses that his rider is feeling blue, Ijith will try (perhaps a little awkwardly) to be positive and lift his lifemate’s spirits with uncertain compliments. His heart is in the right place when it comes to being supportive, but his mind can’t quite get him there. Much of the problem is Ijith’s smart mouth, which, for better or for worse, he mostly limits to his rider. Even though he is nothing if not willing to share his opinions with his lifemate, he is extremely shy of others . . . but perfectly willing to talk about them. Ijith almost has to be forced to give others, dragon or human, a chance, and even then he rarely makes a deep connection. When he finally does make a friend, however, it is a whole-hearted friendship, warm (if snarky) and forever.