Lonnon and Lonnora

** 2025 I am going to remove both of these dragons since they're Yakima's stuff and put my own in. They will be put up with other links in a generic location on Paniya but since alskyran dragons shouldn't need bonders that won't be an issue.**

If Lonnon's attention to detail was anything like her mother's, it would be obvious that she'd inherit the bulk of the family business. If her good looks and persistance to goals were anything like her father's, she would have an easy time running that business. People deferred to her even before her father started having her open and close the main Fashion House shop. She was in charge since she was barely sixteen, learning which of their customers were boisterous and which were in mourning, following all the conversations with a keen ear and a sharp mind. But above and beyond that, she was an expert weaver: having started as early as she could pick up thread.

Lonnon's favored downtime task, however, was embroidery, and she put her needles to everything she could reach by the time she was ten. She could follow a pattern easily, but more than that she knew how to make them - even the finest close woven cloth seemed to be a grid with obvious markings on it to guide her hand. Elegant - and expensive - trim and patterns from the House are usually her work.

She didn't care much for the dyes and actual silk gathering aspects of their duties, but knew the basics of almost everything about the House's activities. From growing mulberry bushes on the hillsides, gathering the silkworm larva, breaking them down to create the long super-sturdy silk strands... weaving them into cloth of all different coarseness; gathering cotton and other fibers, twining them, dyes were the more elusive of skills because in truth she didn't care at all for the hard work of breaking rocks into powder or wading through paddies to find certain gums and roots to squeeze of their colors. But from there, she enjoyed pattern making, cloth cutting, appraising sizes and lengths, tailoring in general, and of course - modeling the results.

Her passion for perfection was certainly echoed in most of her family but in Lonnon it's second only to Gwira's. Lonnon and Gwira probably got along the best among the six, they seemed to share a common adoration of all things that have achieved their pinnacle.

In Lonnora's very different opinion, every experience counted towards perfection, even if it failed fruition. She would defer to those who clearly have more experience, but wouldn't instantly assume anyone has any such thing. She was such a contrast from her twin, and indeed from the rest of her sisters, in that she preferred a home-body environment and a quiet afternoon with the local children to the busy hubub of the House. Her specialties came early on like her twin's, but she enjoyed the subtleties of mixing colors, choosing threads to weave in certain patterns, and making simple but pretty outfits for 'normal people'.

While Lonnora certainly appreciated the complexities of the business, she more avoided them than diving right in. She's glad her twin will be trying for the House's head spot, because it definitely wouldn't be herself! Her expertise in quickly appraising items and work situations was invaluable, though, so she would always be called upon by the family for such things in the future no matter what she does.

While she was not quite 'demure', she was calm and rarely whipped into a passion. If anything, she's more accessable in general, than the rest of her sisters. She didn't mind getting her hands dirty (well, dyed), and enjoyed the simpler life that Dawnlight had to offer. That it was protected from most outside influence, to her, was a bonus. She did however more like the Dawnlight variety of people and colorful outfits they wear, to the traditional sedate ones of TsanNu.

Lonnora and Ronal are fairly close, though their interests and focuses differ, they are able to sit and discus what they want without arguing or disrupting each other's views. They bounce ideas and thoughts between one another frequently - everything from which boy (or girl in Ronal's case) would make the best partner that week, or upon which merchant ship would be best to travel the seas.

Lonnon inwardly smiled as she watched her younger sister boisterously interacting with the people and dragons of Isla. Everything was different, the people, the scents, the colors, the dragons. Lonnon calmly chatted with riders about what to expect, casually inquiring about servants or meal times, while her sister was essentially playing the field and making as many quick friends as she could.

That was their way, after all.

Finally the hatching was announced, the humming of the dragons in the sands was something that neither sister had the slightest warning about. "Oh I like ours best," Liran commented, mysteriously.

"What?" Lonnon inquired, unsure what to make of it. "How do you mean?"

"More colors," she said, and indicated the rainbow of hatchlings on the sands. The first, a red female, went to Liran - of course.

But it was the best, the most beautiful dragoness that ever lived, that came to Lonnon. Black as the velvety sky.

Lonnon, a voice said, from the black. Lonnon. The love and pride in her mind's voice was apparent, as was her name. She'd had to move around, weaving like a shuttle between candidates and weyrbrats who reached out - probably in awe - to touch the improbably black dragon.

You are the most beautiful dragon here, love. Lonnon said.

"Of course I am," the dragoness spoke - startling Lonnon, they could speak so easily at such a young age? Well, that was good. "Let's get off these sands and eat, shall we?"

But they didn't get to quite yet - only one dragon had yet to choose, and the moment she did so, everyone was asked to line up. Proudly displaying the dragonets, only one male in the whole clutch, the newly bonded riders walked by as a procession. Lonnon and her sister Liran walked near one another, complimenting each other in every way.

Nylinth strutted about, always aware of her movements and proper placement of her feet. Her wings were graceful, and strong - she practiced daily keeping them up in postures that eventually, art students and fashion designers alike would come to appreciate. She could hold a pose indefinitely, and Lonnon praised her greatly for this.

Black Nylinth
Size Range: average
Adult Length: 34'
Adult Height to Shoulder: 8'
Abilities: verbal speech, T-Power (Level 8), fire breath

Lonnora felt like she'd been sleeping for years, after having traveled. The dragons flight wasn't the issue, it was that dreadful between, it seemed to last forever. But just as she was about to actually pass out (something she'd been warned might happen, she simply dreaded it) the trip through the nothingness between worlds ended, and they came out above a lovely locale. Her eyes had to adjust - it was bright, daylight when they'd come from evening. The winged cat sitting in her travel crate on Lonnora's lap had been asleep the whole time, Softy was ever relaxed in any situation. She hadn't dared leave the cat behind, even knowing some of the odd 'tricks' that were to occur - moving through time as well as the extreme distance back to the Old World? They would all come home around the same time, even if they were... well, flung to the farthest stars?

What if she spent years somewhere else, and Softy didn't recognize her when she came home? Her heart could not bear that thought. This was not the 'same' place that her sisters had gone to, yet it was still 'Isla'? She didn't want to wrap her mind around this weirdness, but kept dwelling on it. Though she was hardly known to be the philosopher of their family, Lonnora did have a lot of time for introspection. Though now she'd be filling her time with lessons and exercises. Would she be ready for that?

She was not the strongest girl in the family either, but she was used to long hours, and details. When they finally brought her to the quarters she would be sharing with the others - yet again her first worry was for the safety and sanity of her cat. But Softy emerged with a stretch and a yawn from her carrier, took a long glance around the new dorm, and began looking for a good spot to curl up and go back to sleep. Lonnora placed the carrier right beside her bed, and put the rest of her items (clothing, a few comforts, her journal, and the like) into the dresser provided.

Lonnora didn't know how long she'd have to be here, no idea when the ... odd eggs would be hatching. Well they weren't odd - there were just so many of them! And... there were so many protective mothers on the sands?

In addition to the education about how to care for dragons, however, she and the rest would be getting information about how their lives would change once they left this world again. Unexpected things were known to happen, between worlds. Once more that brought a bit of a chill to her spine, but Lonnora knew better than to think something bad would occur on her homecoming.

Don't get too far ahead of yourself, she kept thinking. The House is still there, the needs for tailoring are still there, and with a dragon to help her get around, she could visit so many other places! Not just Dawnlight for their beautiful dyes and fades, but also all the folk in the interior of the island? They could diversify their offerings as well as their customers!

For now, though, Lonnora had to concentrate on learning the anatomy of dragons, and strengthening herself to be able to help them grow.

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One of the few remaining eggs to shatter did so in such a discombobulated way that when five green heads wiggled free from each other, no one was too terribly surprised. Two of the hatchlings quickly untangled themselves then darted across the hot sands; one to Lonnora and the other to Nikkeyla . As the young woman knelt, Lonnora quickly turned to the amazing copper shimmering off her dragon's hide to the whirling eyes of Iirath.

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Story for weyrlinghood here

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Story for adulthood here

(and yes I will change out this image too )

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