Lynessa

Lynessa Lessa or Lynn _________________________________________ Gender: Female _________________________________________ Sexuality: Straight _________________________________________ Clan: Silverwind _________________________________________ Status: Community Worker _________________________________________ Role: Messenger _________________________________________ Mate: None _________________________________________ Relationships: Dapple (father)

"You've got to be kidding me" Lynessa is the daughter of the ambassador, but she is a complete and utter narcissist. A self-serving and self righteous dragon with thoughts only of herself and her well being, Lynessa rarely takes on the dirty tasks of fighting or hunting and instead sticks to the, very clean task of weaving. Her first project, a reed mat so she didn't have to sit on the ground. The rest of the clan calls her a 'princess', so it is certainly a good thing she doesn't get sarcasm. While normally fine with the disproportionate amounts of imperials in this clan, the new addition, Jacphera , has been on Lynessa's jealous nerves.

Lynessa sat on her reed carpet, her pearl clutched between her toes as she deftly ran the shuttle through her loom. Her eyelids drooped languidly and her head nodded gently as she succumbed to the rhythm of the weaving. Slowly, a brilliant tapestry appeared beneath her skilled claws, the story of her arrival and history with the clan. All around the edges, in tiny stitches, would be her name woven in silver threads. It would be a gift to the clan, a piece of artwork suitable to be revered and preserved for many decades to come.

Her long tail swished gently behind her in time with the thump-clack of the loom. The warp threads hummed and the weft seemed to glow beneath her paws. Someone approached from behind, but Lynessa, lost in the magic of the weaving, did not notice until she felt a sharp pain. She dropped her shuttle and whirled about to see Jacphera with one massive foot on her tail, grinding the delicate white tufts of fur into the dust. Lynessa shrieked.

"What in the holy name of the Windsinger do you think you are DOING?" Her voice reverberated off of the rocky walls of the Ascent all around her. She tugged on her tail, wrenching it painfully from the Imperials grasp and was horrified to see that a significant portion of her azure-tipped fur remained beneath her foot.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" Jacphera said, a tone of assumed nonchalance permeating her voice. "I didn't see you there, little clutcher. You should really stay up on one of the ledges, out of the way of us real dragons. We can't see you when you are so far down there! You might want to find someplace else to play with your silly little strings." With a bubbling laugh, Jacphera sauntered away into a thicket of bamboo.

Usually Lynessa did not mind the Imperials. There were many of them in the clan, but Jacphera had arrived and thrown everything into chaos. She thought because she was a Wind dragon she could look down on Lynessa, a mere Arcane dragon. It was ridiculous! Lynessa had been in the Silverwind Clan longer that Jacphera had been alive! Lynessa grumbled, scooping up her loom and reed mat and stashing them away in a corner of her lair. She'd show her. The beautiful Jacphera, with her crystal wings, would know her place in the clan.

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That evening was a great ceremony in the clan. New mating pairs were being decided for the nesting season. Each member of the clan would perform a skill and be judged by eligible mates for desirable attributes. It was a huge celebration, and no dragon would miss any of the festivities.

Lynessa knew that Jacphera had had her eye on Aquoraisi for some time and was determined to impress the blue Imperial tonight. Lynessa watched from the shadows as Jacphera stretched and readied herself for her dance. She waited in the small copse of bamboo adjascent to the large clearing where the clan was gathered, the darkness providing a staging area for the next dragon to perform. Just before it was Jacphera's time to go, Lynessa bolted forward.

"Jacphera, wait!" the Imperial turned to see Lynessa, and the smile on her widened.

"Ah, Lynessa, the little clutcher! Have you come to perform string tricks to find yourself a mate?" she chuckled to herself and Lynessa smiled as well.

"No, actually, I came to apologize for earlier. You were right, I should stay out of your way. It's unkind of me to take up space where other, more important dragons need to be." Jacphera smiled smugly. "I made you these to wear for your dance." Lynessa produced a set of silk scarves, and showed her how to attach them to her arms. "They'll catch the light so beautifully."

"Well, it's good to know that you can learn something," pronounced the Imperial. The first strains of music drifted through the bamboo and her ears perked up. "Here I go! Stand back, little clutcher." She drifted softly through the bamboo and began her dance. Lynessa watched, waiting for her chance.

Jut as Jacphera began to undulate her arms, Lynessa tugged at the thin, gossamer thread she still clutched. The arm silks began to unravel swiftly as she pulled, leaving Jacphera with a knot of thread tangling around her claws. Her feet caught in the knot and she mis-stepped, falling on her face right in front of Aquoraisi. The crowd began to laugh.

Lynessa melted deeper into the shadows as the clan jeered and Jacphera fumblingly ran off into the darkness.

"It's catcher, not clutcher." she murmured to herself, winding up her 'silly strings'. "And I believe I've caught an Imperial."


Story by: Hatterlet


Name: Lynessa
Nickname: Lessa or Lynn
Mate: F'learthar
Behind the name: based off a character of Anne McCafferys
Fun Fact: -she was Dapples first clutch, and she has a sister and a brother.
-her mother was a Wildclaw
-her name was based off the name Lessa from Anne McCafferys book Dragon Flight

Lessa competes with Ra constantly for attention of everyone and she believes that she is the princess of the clan because of her father being the so-called second leader of the clan. She doesn't go to as extreme measure as Ra as she can be content to not be the center of attention, like when she wants to sleep. She loves sleeping and would sometimes sleep for 24 hours, if no one woke her up that is, and someone always did. She get very grumpy if she gets less than 12 hours of sleep and i couldn't want to be the one to wake her up.

Familiar Name: Splunker
Familiar Nickname: Splunk

notes: Daughter of my first PC: NEVER FOR SALE