* Name; Lullaby
- I name her after my favorite song, Whiskey Lullaby. "Lullaby" also suits my favorite type of violin music- that which is gentile enough to fall asleep to!
* Gender; Female
- This dragon strikes me as a female with the big eyelash marking. It makes her appear much more feminine, thus I decided to make her gender female :]
* Theme Song; "Sad Romance" by Thao Nguyen Xanh.
- The song is beautiful and I get a sense of a revisionary journey when I listen to it. Everything about the form was inspired by listening to this song. I feel like it would fit Lullaby well...She is gorgeous and gentile-looking, but filled with so much more than can be expressed simply with words. Music is a journey, and not always a happy or simple one.
Years ago, when Lullaby was just a young bean, she lived in a tiny Alaskan town far from other civilization. The only way of communication was through the planes that brought supplies every two weeks, and the occasional sled team that would visit from the closest towns on fair-weathered days. Almost every human in the town had a jellybean dragon, and while the people were working, the dragons would gather in the town’s center and spend their time together. The young would play, the old would gossip, and everyone would have a nice time. They were all very close; it was one big family in all ways except through blood.
Lullaby had two friends in particular that she loved to play with the most. Every morning she would run from her home, straight through the new snow and over to her buddies. They’d play all day without stop, wearing their parents and everyone else out.
One day, the trio decided to go on a little adventure. They slipped away from their parents one unusually warm morning towards the end of spring and bound out of the town, into the nearby gathering of powder-covered poplar trees. Once away, they played games such as hide and seek and tag, having a grand time and feeling very slick.
A strange sound echoing through the hills disturbed the young dragons’ fun. It sounded like thunder, but no clouds were in the sky. The noise gradually grew until one of Lullaby’s friends shouted, “Avalanche!”
By the time all three of the beans had returned to their town, several feet of snow covered it. Search as they may, they could find no one.
Confused, terrified, and broken-hearted, the trio set out to find the nearest town in hopes of the people there being able to help them. Maybe someone would be able to dig their parents out? They had seen avalanches before- vicious monsters roaring down the hillside, devouring everything in their path. But none had ever been so near…none had ever had a taste for their town.
The journey was bleak. The young beans had never been away from their home and only had a rough idea in what direction to walk. They trekked through the snow all day, heads hung and furry tails trailing in the powder.
Night fell, and soon after, so did snow.
The young beans curled together against the base of a tree, but even so they were cold. So very cold.
Morning came and with it the warmth of the sun. All three had survived their first night, and as their eyes opened they each realized that the journey was more real than they had realized. They began again, only to run into various other troubles- bears waking late from hibernation and hungry for whatever they could find, wolves seeking an easy meal, human poachers not minding what they shot at. No matter what nature threw at the friends, they managed to escape and avoid death one way or another.
That is, until one particularly bad and sudden snowstorm. It was brief, but in a flash snow pelted the beans, blinding them and rendering them senseless. When the snow stopped only moments later, Lullaby had no idea where her friends had gone. They were no where to be seen.
She was left to travel the next leg of her journey alone.
Luckily, she was on the edge of the neighboring town. On the verge of starvation and dehydration, a man found her and took her in. She lived with him for many years, always looking longingly out the window for her friends. But she never saw them again.
The man was a violin-maker. He fashioned the instruments skillfully and played just as well. It was not uncommon for sweet or sad music to drift through the house, filling it completely from end to end. Lullaby learned to love the violin, as well as the piano- which the man’s wife had perfected. For her later child and early teen years she grew up on that sound.
Eventually she left. Her past’s influence was too great and led her to seek a more nomadic life.
The Sun's Rising Song
There is nothing more beautiful to the ears
Than the sound of a violin and the voice of a bird,
Singing the tune of the morning sun's rising.
The drawing of the bow across strings
Makes the first rays wash the darkness away,
Makes the shadows retreat to their harsh silent lairs.
It calls away the musicians of night,
Letting the owls and the crickets rest for the next moon's haunted songs.
The bird's chime is in sync with the violin's sweet voice;
It rises and falls, adding power to the melody.
It urges the sun to climb higher and higher,
Shining light across this musical world.
Not a whippoorwill now crows or a toad dare holler,
For the sun has risen
And bees' hum now covers the sound of the darkness.
Now other voices join the bird and the violin,
Adding to the song,
Increasing the tempo,
Until the sun is pushed to the center of the sky!
Soon the heat of the day leaves everyone tired,
And once again it is only the bird and violin are left to trill.
The sun starts to sink,
And others return-
Late-day birds, coyotes, and many many bugs!
As the day fades and the sunlight begins to vanish,
The bird and the violin grow weary.
Without their tune,
The sun also tires.
Slowly it dives towards the horizon's waiting arms,
And the night's chorus wakes.
The moon shows its face again
Causing the insects to go wild,
Outsinging all others.
The bird and the violin finally go to sleep with the sun,
All three worn out until the next morning calls.
Thus ends the tale of the sun's waking song.
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