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Thread: Burned and Blackened Blood (G23 & loneiysong)

Hodgkiss was one of the few beings in the city of Tiashin who did not fear the Princess. She reminded him of his own mother. When she entered he stood and bowed respectfully. Good morning Your Grace. Furad seemed to shimmer as the woman neared. Hodgkiss might not fear the princess, but he did respect her. He lay her crown on a small table near her for her to put into place in her raven hair when she was ready, then resumed working on her grandmother's crown. He did dare to speak again. I offer my compliments Your Grace. You look quite lovely. I am certain the men of the court will be quite smitten with you. He offered a polite but friendly smile to the young woman, hoping to give her some measure of happiness. He did not like how her father spoke of the girl, nor how her brothers acted around her or teased her. But he did enjoy one family's member's way of talking to the girl. Rowena. Tirana!! The old voice cracked as her grandmother stalked into the throne room, leaning heavily on her cane. She might be a hundred and fifteen but she was still a tall, stately and surprisingly attractive woman. Her long silken hair was stark white, and her green eyes burned with fire as she moved to her grand daughter. She poked the girl rather roughly and growled. You left your books out in the library again. You know your father will be most angry at you. She smiled a loving smile and kissed the girl's temple. You look lovely my dear. I trust you slept well? Good morning Hodgkiss. Good Morning Your Grace. May i have the honor of assisting you with your crown? She sighed and nodded. She was in a dark blue gown. It was so dark in fact that many would assume it was black until it shimmered. She had not been ravaged by time enough to force modesty upon her, but she had ensured that the gown was proper to a lady of her vintage. Elegant, stately and modest, yet beautifully cut and woven, the woman was the very epitome of feminine grace, while her gaze and strength reminded everyone that she also was the very picture of feminine strength even now. Hodgkiss moved forward and gently settled the crown onto her head, helping set the barbs that hooked it into her hair, then bowed as he stepped back. She nodded and smiled. Welcome back old friend. She turned back to her granddaughter and studied the girl's face. She leaned close, smelling of flowers, the soft yet warm fragrance of age, as always baked bread, and a flash of something that could only be called life. She cocked her head and her softly wrinkled face curved into a smile. You've had a dream again. Will you tell me this time dear one? She gestured toward Furad. Or is she alone to share your secrets?
Thread: Burned and Blackened Blood (G23 & loneiysong)

Tirana cast her gaze downward and nodded back as if she didn't deserve the respect. She didn't feel like she deserved it. Probably because the years of heckling made her believe that she didn't. Good morning. She said back. Tirana smiled and longed to bow to Furad the true ruler seeing the shimmer. True she knew that it was just a shell of the once great creature, but she knew the spirit was still with all who believed. She bit her lip. The fear growing inside her was growing too much. As a child she thought how great it would be to let loose, but then she heard tales, read stories, and knew the true fear and panic that others had of dragons. She herself loved the creatures, and watched the skies, dreamed of falling in love with a little dragon. But, those were all dreams of a little princess. She ran her fingertips along the cool stone watching it shift and shimmer in the light begging to be put atop her head. Then she heard the voice of her old friend. Gramma. She smiled and turned to the woman and chuckled as she was poked. I left the library because my brothers were about to singe my hair. She shook her head and then bit her lip and nodded. But I will return them. She had been reading about the dragons and dragon riders. She had learned that there were a few weres who had bread with little dragons and it was an odd occurance and very rare, but it did happen. She meant to take the book back to her room but her brothers had distracted her. I can never hope to look as lovely as you. She kissed her mothers cheek loving the comforting smell of her matriarch. When the state of her sleep was mentioned, Tirana looked down and bit her lip. She helped her grandmother to Hodgkiss and watched him with her two toned eyes and down at her crown. She looked at her and sighed. Grandmother, if you knew of my dreams, and you knew how often...then I fear that you would fear me as much as the others do. She said and then stiffened her spine as if to ready herself to take on all her burdens by herself and whispered for Furad to give her courage and strength and placed the crown on her head. Feeling the inner dragon seeth and rage at once again being forced into submission, she looked at her grandmother and decided to try. I dream....of being...a dragon..... She swallowed hard. And its as natural as one of my brothers dreaming of courting a woman or winning a deul... She rubs her eyes. Sometimes I am hunting, sometimes I am in a large dragon council, but most of the time....I am flying... She felt tears spring to her eyes. It was such a feeling of loss, like her wings were taken from her forever. She bit her lip and tried to be strong. Knowing she was being the fool and shrugged. I am sorry I know it sounds stupid. She chuckled gently. She ran an unadorned hand over her face and sighed gently.
Thread: Burned and Blackened Blood (G23 & loneiysong)

Damien growled low in his throat as his hand flew up and caught the wrist of the old hag. He looked up at her and snarled. He had called this woman an old hag before only to have her wash his mouth out and swatting him ferociously. He decided that today, would be a day of reckoning. He would make the world come down, tremble and quake. All the while getting rid of all his problems. He gripped the woman's wrist as pain shot through him. His ear was hurting, but she would be sorry. The ones who didn't kneel and respect him would be sorry. Tirana stepped back seeing the rage in his eyes. Tirana felt dread. Her brother would do no good. Her palms had become sweaty and clammy. Her heart was racing. The dragon within was pacing and every hair on her body stood on end. She knew that nobody knew of her dreams, or the voices within her. Not even her father or mother. But if Damien did find out. Her heart constricted at the thought. If he found a way to make her angry enough, to make her loose control. The last of her brother's came in and she jerked as another thunderous fanfare trumpet roared through the castle announcing the queen. Willow came in. She was wearing a very light golden gown that made her look like an angel descended from up on high. Her hair, once golden, had only brightened with age and was now a white gold. It was pulled back and decorated for her crown. She smiled and nodded to everyone, kissing the cheek of everyone that she met on the way to the crowns. She couldn't help it, she had to make sure her little flock as she called them were in order. Stopping to talk to Damien, he leaned in close and whispered in her ear. She smiled and kissed his cheek running her fingers consolingly through his hair and then moved along. She came to a stop and smiled to her mother. Good morning mother. She said in her voice that always seemed to want to break into a song. She wrapped her arms around her mother and kissed her cheek. She never interfered with what she thought her mother thought best. She loved her mother. No matter how much Damien begged, pissed, or moaned, she would not give on the issue. She looked at Tirana and sighed. Tirana, my heart, can you not instigate a fight with your brother today? Please? She asked very gently. Tirana cast her gaze down. Nodding quickly, the queen smiled and gave her a brisk kiss on the cheek and moved to the crowns and placed her own on her head and smiled moving beside the throne to await her king. She smiled looking ahead.
Thread: Burned and Blackened Blood (G23 & loneiysong)

When Balroc entered in all his stately majesty everyone went still and silent. Even Rowena. He placed his own crown upon his head, ignoring those about him, moved to his bride, knelt kissing her hand, then rose and kissed her cheek before mounting his throne. He settled beneath the Dragon's skull and surveyed his family. As one they intoned. Good Morning Your Majesty. Long Live King Balroc. He studied them silently, then intoned. Good Morning. May the gods bless all of you. And Furad keep you. His eyes surveyed them once more, then he looked to his staff. Are we prepared to depart? Not as of yet Your Majesty. The large carriage is meant to hold all of your family and the horses are especially excited today. So a slight delay while they are run to calm themselves. He grunted thoughtfully, stroking his thick beard over his barrel like chest.
Thread: Burned and Blackened Blood (G23 & loneiysong)

Willow smiled and looked down to him. Every time he entered the room her heart fluttered. It was special. She always made a point of telling him both verbally and little ways how madly and deeply in love with him she was. And truly she was. She smiled and gave him her hand. She then leaned in close. Willow in turn kissed his cheek as well. She moved forward and sank her hand into his and smiled. Anyone watching would know that they were two halves of a complete circle. When he entered, Tirana looked down as if sorry for even being in the room. She tried to make herself as non existant as possible. She loved her father and her mother, but she knew that she was the black sheep even though she tried hard to fit in. Sometimes one was just not meant to fit. She looked at her gay uncles and smiled gently. She took in a large breath and tried to calm herself. As they greeted the king and said wished him a long life in unison, she looked down as she heard Damien shouting as if rallying for his favored knight at the jousts. It was not uncommon for him to even ball his fist and raise it in honor of his father upon the Long live King Balroc When report of the horses were fidgety, Tirana shifted a bit wondering what had happened.
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Rowena touched Tirana's arm, reminding her that she was there. Balroc also was concerned about the horses. Is there a problem with the horses? No Your Majesty. They are just excited with all the festivities and people. They were not violently upset, just...eager. It had been Rowena's favorite word for the children when they were small and overflowing with wild energy. Balroc smiled understanding. I see. Very well. how long? They were out running even before you rose Your Majesty. i doubt it will be much longer.
Thread: Burned and Blackened Blood (G23 & loneiysong)

Tirana didn't want to be in the same vacinity any longer than she had to with her brothers. The dragon was starting to make her neck and head hurt. The low growling began. She needed air. Swallowing, she rubbed her temple and moved closer to her grandmother and leaned in as if listening to her. Her arm was warm to the touch, much warmer than the room itself. It would be bad form to leave the room early, and it would make her brothers take notice. She would be as helpless as a doe on hunting season. Reaching into a hidden pocket of her skirts, she ran her fingers through some rocks she had polished and designed look like the magic rune stones in her dream of Furad. It was a long time ago but Furad had taught her how to read them. Last time she did was when her brothers came to hurt her, it was very accurate. It scared her so much that she didn't want to again, but the presence and the heaviness they had brought comfort so she held them close whenever she went out. They were held together by a cord when not in use. She waited patiently feeling the cool in them and swallowed once again feeling the whole room begin to shrink on her.
Thread: Burned and Blackened Blood (G23 & loneiysong)

Rowena pressed against the girl and began to hum a lullaby she had sung to Tirana when the girl was still only minutes old, then hundreds of times since. Rowena did not know what troubled her favorite granddaughter, not specifically anyway, but she had seen and heard enough. Steps would be taken. Balroc sprang to his feet when he got a nod from his staff. Let's go. Boys follow your mother. He looked toward Tirana and his own mother and nodded, then descended the stairs taking Willow's hand and moving toward the lifts. The sheer height of the palace made it both beautiful and impressive, but also troublesome to mount. There were stairs and other ways of reaching it, but long ago the engineers had developed a large lift system based on pulley systems and weights and counterweights, and the strength of a small but powerful spring they had found beneath the earth, creating one of the many wonders of Tiashin and the Palace of Bone. The lift car was just as grand and elegant as the rest of the palace, and large enough to carry the Royal family. There were actually nine cars for the lift. No one had a reason for that number. Two were large, the largest being officially reserved for the Royal Family. The other seven grew smaller in size until the King's lift, a four person lift that ran along the spine of the Palace, dedicated solely to the current monarch. The ninth had not been opened for millenia. The Dragon's lift. No one remembered it's size, and no one had any clue as to what powered it. It was not connected to the system of others, but it also only went from the floor of the Throne Room and Royal Living Quarters to the Scaled Citadel upon the peak. Rowena found a pair of seats near the cut out window, and smiled as she prodded the glass, sniffing in her 'unimpressed' way. A marvelous invention. Allows one to see but without fear of falling. But I am not sure if it is wise. The entire shaft of the lift had been altered to allow the placement of such windows along it's length, allowing the riders to see the whole of Tiashina and the plains surrounding from the most spectacular view possible. The work had only ended a few months before and everyone was still growing accustomed to the sight. The Color Guard was on full display and from above the city and the festivities looked like a living rainbow. Like the rustling scales of a Dragon. The young children moved to the window, which was several inches thick and well seated in it's frame and gazed in wonder as if by magic they fell into the city. Below the people saw first the flag raised atop the Palace itself, indicating that the King was not currently in residence, then they saw the lift moving through the window. They began to wave and cheer, and soon the whole of Tiashin was voicing their delight at the imminent arrival of the Royal Family, who would lead them through the streets and through the Broken Gate to the New Year's festival. Games, contests, food and drink, singing, dancing, jousts, duels, and all sorts of other wonders awaited. The people were very excited. A new year of peace and prosperity. Time to bring it in proper.
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Tirana heard the song. But it felt as if it was a million miles away. Anyone who was sensitive enough or knew what to feel for could almost feel the dragon magic rolling off of her. The dragon could not be contained much longer. She was nearing an age where she was just too inexperienced. She leaned against her grandmother and unconsciously curled an arm around her. Her grandmother was her rock that always anchored her to her human form. But Furad help her, only she could do so much. Damien watched this and grinned. Everything was going to plan. Moving to Gregory, he leaned to his ear and told him of news that a dragon threatened to come and destroy their festivities and lay claim to their kingdom. He knew that Gregory would not think twice to sign up for the chance to be a true knight of valor under the cause of his banner. Damien drooled over the chance to purge the world of every foul creature of the world. That included the weres, the sprites, and even his gay uncles who sought to belittle the family name. For too long he had to watch the shame on his father and mothers face as they watched them be paraded around like the fools they were. Well, he was going to step up and be the hero he was. He was going to bring them the head of a terror and show them that he was ready to start taking on bigger responsibilities. Taking out one two big problems at once. He told Gregory they must be very quiet about it lest they worry all the family about it and made him take a solemn knights oath. Tirana had calmed herself when they had begun to walk. She supported her grandmothers arm as she walked behind her parents. She watched her parents walk hand in hand and wondered if there would be anyone in her life that loved her that much. Probably not. Her father had already tried to marry her off, but all of her suitors had heard her name and laughed at the father and lied about already being engaged. When they got into the lift, she saw to it that her grandmother was comfortably seated and laughed softly at her comment. Moving to sit beside her grandmother, she brought the stones out and held them in her hands rolling them between her fingers. It felt good to be in the air, but being in even tighter confines made her bones feel odd. Images of past dreams began to flash before her eyes. Furad in all of her glory soaring before her, teaching her to fly, flying on her own, a shadowed figure reaching out to her. She blinked and looked down at the colored guard as the children pointed them out and squealed excitedly.
Thread: Burned and Blackened Blood (G23 & loneiysong)

Tirana smiled as she was coaxed into the seat by her grandmother. She watched as Hodgkiss sat down beside them and smiled as her grandmother pointed out the great tent before them. Her grandmother never let her miss anything. Smiling she saw it and then leaned back only to feel the little hand of her niece on her shoulder. Looking back, she smiled. Of course little one. I will take you to the wrestling matches if that is what you desire. Hearing her grandmother speak she laughed seeing the tent go up in a blaze of glory all of her cares melting away. Grandmother, you should know as well as I do, that is the great tent. She smiled unable to keep the excitement out of her voice. Try as she might, Tirana was many ways a child at heart and did love a good show. She loved seeing the performers and the circus. It was like sweets for the eyes. As she contemplated this, little Beth made her request known. Damien exited the lift snarling and dusting off invisible dirt and trying to press out wrinkles that weren't there. He mumbled about crude unwashed peasants. Soon several women of court came up and began to fawn over him. He smiled and was soon whisked away into their care and touched their faces and grinned. She went into the tent and sat with her grandmother and was enjoying the show, but then the hunt started. Something began to whisper. They are coming. They are coming. They are going to find you. They are going to hunt you down. She shivered watching the weres feign death under the dwarves wolves. She went pale. Her hands gripped the table clothes. She knew the voice. It was the the messenger of Furad. She had never heard his voice before but she knew it just as she knew the voice of her grandmother. She felt ill. She looked at her grandmother. Her tongue felt too large for her mouth. It was hard to swallow. Her back where her birthmark stood was tingling. She nodded and began to eat the whole of the finale making her dizzy and head hurt. The circus being concluded the family got up and began to file out. Damien would be whisked away by the girls to the more adult themed tents which were the pleasure areas. When he became of age, he all too often frequented these tents. The crier came through the tents announcing the morning events which would start with the first rounds of jousting. As the stragglers were finishing their breakfast, a beautiful fae woman was walking through the crowd reading each persons runes. She was lite and spritely and dressed in opal dress that shimmered and changed as she moved. She wore a moon necklace that changed phases. She smiled as she went along offering and stopped to Hodgkiss and grinned broadly. Hello there handsome fellow, might you like your runes foretold? She smiled her bright spring green eyes flashing. You have an air of destiny around you.
Thread: Burned and Blackened Blood (G23 & loneiysong)

He laughed. No thank you dear lady. My destiny was told me long ago. But you might wish to ask the Crown Princess. it might bring her some peace. The central tent was to be the place where the Royal's view everything. Balroc and Willow had not left their places, still eating as the pavilion was cleared and quickly prepared for the jousts. The tournament was so large that despite the fact the festival would be lasting a full week they had to have multiple points for the more than five thousand knights who were to joust for the honor of the kingdom of Nethis. The other contests were beginning and Tirana's aunts and uncles made their way to where their children, or lovers wanted to go. Except Aretha. She had found a couch, curled up and was deeply asleep again. Rowena smiled and nudged Tirana. You should go with Bethenar. keep her out of trouble. It was unclear which of her grand daughters she was speaking to. Beth hung on Tirana's hand wanting to see everything. Last year she had only just learned to walk and had not been allowed out of the Royal tent. This year she would allowed to go anywhere she wished. provided she had an escort from a family member. She paused at a puppet show where the puppets were not on strings or sticks but somehow floated above a flat board and actually seemed to talk while a mysteriously cloaked dwarf sat behind the board, her eyes closed, her hands tucked into the arms of her robe, her legs crossed beneath her. Beth whispered. Tira how do they move like that?
Thread: Burned and Blackened Blood (G23 & loneiysong)

Are you sure? Your aura tells me it is more than what you think it is. She smiled and winked mysteriously to him. She ran her hand over and looked at the princess who cast her gaze down quickly. And the Crown Princess...fair hearted...but your body and your shadow do not match. This is very rare and you already hold your destiny in your own hands. May I see? She smiled. Tirana blushed and held out her stones and the fae girl gasped and held them. Dragon stones...I have never seen these. She ran them over in her hands and lifted them to her lips and kissed them respectfully and then bowed before Tirana. Forgive me. Taking a fae blessed silk she wrapped them up and continued on and didn't say another word. She was oddly drawn to Marcus. Tirana laughed and shrugged and stood up taking Beth's hand and walked with her. Magic little one...magic. She whispered into her ear. Never doubt that magic exists in this realm. She smiled and stroked her hair. She thought she saw the movement of something out of the corner of her eye but she shrugged it off. She smiled at the fanciful wares of the vendors. Stopping, she saw a monk selling all sorts of dragon novels. She saw one that she had never read and was written in a language that she had never seen but one that somehow, she thought she knew. Sir, what language is this? She picked up the book as if one her age might pick up an orphaned babe. She ran her fingers along the spine and along the pages not daring to open it yet. She looked at the friars and the scribes chatting amongst the other costumers of the store.