Chapter Four: The Storm and The Market
Having Pulchrior around the lair made work go much more quickly. The extra hands allowed Excursio to divide the labor more efficiently; while two dragons worked on carving new stones and constructing shelters, the third dragon could gather supplies and resources from the surrounding desert.
Excursio had remembered her partner's words about digging an underground lair, and she made sure to pass along her wishes to Pulchrior. It was the black Guardian who had suggested that they carve their construction blocks and dig their access tunnel at the same time, and whenever a stone block was removed from the central pit and added to the walls of a building, the tunnel grew deeper at the same time.
Construction on the outbuildings was nearly finished when the three dragons met with an unfortunate setback.
Excursio hadn't paid much attention to the clouds that had been gathering in the south. Storms often formed over the sea at the edge of the continent, and they rarely made it far enough inland to produce more than a light drizzle, if that. So the Guardian dismissed the ominous clouds, even when she began to see glimmers of cyan lightning in their bellies as they approached.
Ignoring the shift in the weather proved to be a mistake. Excursio learned this the hard way when the storm hit, battering her and her clanmates with such strong winds that they were forced to vacate the mesa and shelter at the base of the cliff. Lightning dragons they may have been, but that didn't mean they could withstand the full force of a bolt of lightning - and the fierce gusts of wind threatened to rip their wings from their sockets regardless.
"What is this weather?" Excursio shouted to her companions over the roar of the storm. "I've never seen anything like it!"
"My birth clan saw weather like this one," Pulchrior replied, moving closer so that he could be heard over the wind. "It came from the east when it struck, but I traveled far before finding you. Perhaps they have the same source."
"The factory," shouted Incursio suddenly. Excursio and Pulchrior looked at him in surprise, and he scuffed his foot across the stone with a sheepish expression. "Before I came here, I escaped from a factory. I
think it might have been the source of these big storms."
Excursio wanted to know more. What was the source of the storms, and what was the mysterious factory that lay in her partner's past? But she decided to let her questions rest for the time being - the rain was pelting down, and she could hardly hear herself think over the sound of the thunder.
When the storm finally passed, the three dragons flew to the top of the mesa. As she surveyed the beginning of their new clan, Excursio's stomach sank. Their stone dwellings had held, and were undamaged by the fury of the storm - they, at least, had been a success. The source of Excursio's dismay was the beginning of the tunnel they had dug into the heart of the mesa. The rain had filled the hole nearly halfway. "We need to cover the tunnel," she said, staring at the pool of water that reflected the now-cloudless sky. "If we had burrows down in the mesa, they would be flooded every time it rained."
Pulchrior nodded. "It seems sensible. An outer structure would also make the lair easier to defend, should we ever need to protect ourselves."
The three decided that some sort of walled, roofed structure would be needed if they were going to build a proper lair around the tunnel into the mesa. But such a building would require more stone, and more labor, than the three Guardians were able to provide. "I suppose that settles it," Excursio said once they had finished their discussion. "We'll have to set out again and find new clan members - and this time we need more than one dragon. No offense, Pulchrior."
The black Guardian's lips twitched in amusement. "None taken. If it's more dragons you seek, I heard from my parents that there's a small market near the border with the Light Flight. I was on my way there when I met you. I'll guard the lair while you're gone; the place is about a day's flight from here, but I bet you'll find the dragons you're looking for."
"So," Excursio said to Incursio during one of their travel breaks. "You came from a workshop? What was it like?"
And why hadn't he mentioned it?
Incursio looked away, his expression embarrassed. "I'm not sure what to say," he sighed. "I wish I could tell you more about the workshop, or why I'm so sure that the storms were coming from there, but the truth is, I don't remember much about where I came from. I just knew that I couldn't stay there."
Excursio nodded. She hadn't been expecting to hear that her partner didn't remember his own past, but it wasn't terribly surprising when she thought about it. Incursio never talked about his early life, or where he'd lived before he joined her on the mesa. Compared to Pulchrior, who frequently talked about his birth clan, it had seemed stranger than when it was just the two of them living alone. "Don't worry about it," she decided to say. "What matters now is that we're both here."
Incursio said nothing in reply, but Excursio saw some of the nervous tension relax out of his wings.
A few hours later, they came across the marketplace. The market wasn't large - it was really more of an outpost than anything substantial - but to Excursio it might as well have been a small city. She'd never seen so many dragons in one place before, and for a minute the noise and bustle of the market threatened to overwhelm her senses.
Incursio's presence at her side was reassuring, though, and after only a brief pause the two of them moved into the marketplace and began to explore.
Excursio had some ideas about what a market should be like, based on the things she'd heard from Pulchrior and the occasional passing travelers that stopped by the oasis, but she quickly realized that this market was different from what she'd been expecting. There were lots of dragons, but there weren't any goods for sale. Instead, the dragons seemed to be selling
themselves. Small lines of impressively-garbed dragons waited outside booths and stalls, listening to the individuals who detached themselves from the crowd and stood before them to describe their skills and life experiences.
"Are we going to have to do that?" Incursio said, sounding as alarmed as Excursio felt. "I'm not really a fan of public speaking."
"Don't worry," said a musical, sibilant voice behind them. Excursio whirled around and found herself facing a breed of dragon she'd never seen before, less than half her size and covered in feathers. "You don't have to go on the stage," the
strange dragon said, flicking his forked tongue and looking up at them with clear cyan eyes. "The stage is for dragons who are showcasing their employability, so that they can be hired by new clans. The talent scouts from each clan make bids on dragons whose qualifications they find desirable, and the dragon offering their skills will take the offer they like best. Things escalate into bidding wars for the best employees, so this place is sometimes called the Auction House. The clerks tell us not to, but nobody listens."
Excursio nodded, trying desperately to look like she was following along with the other dragon's explanation. "So if we're looking for dragons who are good at construction, we just... go wait by the stage until the right dragon appears? We're new at this," she admitted, feeling sheepish at her own ignorance.
But it seemed to be what the strange dragon had been hoping to hear. The feathers on his neck flared up in an obvious expression of interest. "In that case, I think I should like to go with you," the dragon said. "I've been at the auctions for some time, but I came here from my old clan so that I could eventually join a new one - and help a leader who seemed to have promise."
"And you think I have promise?" Excursio said, taken aback.
"You admitted that you have no idea what you're doing," the dragon said cheerfully, falling into step beside Excursio. "You'd be surprised how many young leaders aren't even willing to admit that much."
The strange dragon, Excursio learned, was named Kyril, and he hailed from a Lightning clan that had been established for some time. His breed, the Coatl, was a rare one if the other dragons at the Auction House were anything to go by - there didn't seem to be any others around. To her surprise, Excursio also learned that Kyril was much older than he looked. At least it explained why the Coatl had so much advice to offer.
"I'd avoid the main stages for now if I were you," Kyril said to the two Guardians. "If you're a new clan, you won't be able to out-compete more established holdings. You'd be better off starting with younger clanmates who still need experience."
With that, the Coatl led Excursio and Incursio to a small tent, where a loud group of youngsters was bickering with a single, harassed-looking attendant. "Career services," Kyril said, humming quietly to himself with a pleased expression. "Some of these fellows are probably hoping for a spot in the Stormcatcher's workshop, but the Boss hasn't been hiring lately. Tempers are getting short. You might be able to find some good dragons here."
But Excursio's head had whipped around at the name
Stormcatcher, and Incursio was focused on the Coatl's casual mention of a workshop. "Who is the Stormcatcher?" Excursio demanded. "Why does he have a workshop? And why did you call him your boss?"
Kyril's wings fluttered nervously. "You never got the informational pamphlet, did you."
Excursio and Incursio looked at each other. "I don't think so?" Incursio ventured.
Kyril let out a disgusted huff. "I told them!" he said, his accent becoming thicker as his temper mounted. "Have seminars for new employees! Do outreach! But did they listen? Of course not!" He shook himself and smoothed his ruffled feathers. "Sorry about that - it's just that I've been trying to tell the overseers that the new border clans aren't being incorporated into the workforce efficiently. Someone should have explained this to you, but since I'm here, I guess it's gonna fall to me to do their job for them."
And with that, Kyril told the two increasingly-astonished Guardians about the Stormcatcher, the god of the Shifting Expanse and the Boss of all Lightning dragons. "We call him the Boss because we're all his employees, in a sense," the Coatl explained. "All clans in the Shifting Expanse are expected to advance the Stormcatcher's goals, whether it's through working in his factories, studying science and technology, or trading goods and services that will bolster the value of the work done on the Lightning Farm. My birth clan was in the heart of the farm, but lately more and more dragons are building lairs that are far away from the Boss' center of command."
"I don't intend to move," Excursio said, feeling faintly indignant at the idea that anyone, even a god, would try to force her to. "My Charge is to share the view from my mesa, and I can't do that if I'm working in some lightning farm."
Kyril nodded. "The Boss doesn't want every dragon to work for him directly," he explained. "It would get overcrowded. But you can contribute something of value from where you are, especially if you snap up a few researchers. They can help you build something lasting, and once your clan is constructed, you can start making discoveries of your own and sending them to the Boss."
Excursio and Incursio looked at each other, and shrugged. Excursio still wasn't sure she liked the idea of some mantis-legged lightning god presiding over everything she and her clan did - she wanted her independence, after all. But she was a Lightning dragon in Lightning territory, and if appeasing the Stormcatcher was part of living here, she supposed she could find some small way to contribute. "So you said something about researchers," she said to Kyril. "Are there any of them here?"
The Coatl nodded, looking relieved. "I know one good fellow who was looking for work a few days ago. It's a typical story - young dragon gets an education, but of course there are no jobs. He's a bit gruff, but I think he'll work hard for you. Hey Hanyi!" Kyril said, raising his voice to a shout that was surprisingly loud given his size. "You still here or did you decide to go to grad school after all?"
"I don't want to go to grad school," said a morose voice from behind one of the tents. Excursio peered around the tent and saw
a pale dragon with long, branching horns - an Imperial - sitting beside a slightly larger
green-and-blue dragon of the same breed. "I wanted to work for a few years first, but everyone wants electricians on staff! Nobody wants a general scientist."
"We don't have any scientists at all," Excursio said, causing both Imperials to eye her in interest. "So we'd be happy to have you."
"The lair is still under construction," Incursio said, clearly unwilling to offer the young dragons anything less than the full truth. "And we'd want your help to build the place. But you'd be getting in at the start of everything - you could help make the clan what you wanted."
"That's tempting," Hanyi said, tilting his head. "Could I have my own lab?" he said, his expression hopeful.
"Absolutely," Excursio said. She had no interest in research, so as far as she was concerned, Hanyi could have the biggest lab he was able to build. And if his work helped keep the fabled Stormcatcher off their backs, all the better.
"Sold," the Imperial said, rising to his feet. "When do we leave?"
"I'm gonna go grab my stuff," said the other Imperial, uncurling and sending Excursio and Incursio a charming smile. "My name's Baikal, by the way. I'm really more of an amateur botanist than a scientist, but I don't mind helping dig a lair or two. Ice magic isn't the most useful around here, but I've got claws."
Excursio took a closer look at the Imperial's eyes and saw that they were, in fact, the glittering white of the Ice Flight. "Isn't the desert a bit warm for you?" she asked, charmed by Baikal's easygoing manner in spite of herself.
"Yeah, but the Southern Icefield is
way too cold," Baikal said with a shiver. "And there are hardly any flowers! Hanyi's been teaching me everything he knows about plants - I tend to kill them all," the Imperial said, drooping slightly. "Plants, Ice magic, not really the best combination."
"I don't know anything about plants," Hanyi sighed, as if he and Baikal had already had the same discussion many times before. "I'm a Nature dragon by birth, but I've got a black thumb. I'm a researcher, not a botanist!"
"And you do your best every day," Baikal said, seeming utterly unaffected by his companion's gruff demeanor. "Yeah, I'll come along - that is, if you're willing to have all three of us," he said, looking at Excursio anxiously.
Excursio surveyed the Coatl and the two Imperials before turning to look at her partner. "I think we can make this work," she said. "What do you think, Incursio?"
The red Guardian nodded. "Motion seconded," he said with one of his rare smiles. "Welcome to the clan."