Ewara

I have these two kiddos, both brother and sister.



They were born from these two dragons who I do not own:



With their color range being so far on and the sibling pair being so extremly close in color I was hoping for a bit of lore on them

All I've got:

They are twins left to fend for themselves before they even hatched. They have a very unigue bond that you could say borderlines incest and they are telepathic to each other. Both are very jealous of anyone else near the other and are extremely tricky and vindictive if crossed.

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Lore below by Zuron


*Things to change
1. they are old enough to fend for them selves about teenager-ish in dragon years
2. they have their own language/telepathic to each other
3.They do not feel love or affection for Lidiya, they admire her and are curious about her.
4. add more before they met Lidiya lore



Since the beginning, they had been together. Clementine and Ewara alone together in the wilds with nobody but themselves to rely on. They had been forsaken and forgotten and left to fend for themselves from their hatching. Ewara had never been alone and so she fears it. She had only ever had Clementine, her brother, who watched her cage until she hatched from it into the Great Expanse of the World.

Ewara’s first sight was her brother, no bigger than her watching in awe at her as she opened her eyes for the first time. He wasn’t alone anymore. Together, they survived. They scavenged the melancholy and dull swamps and Copses for whatever they could from food to clean water. They had each other the entire time. One day, as they wandered the dark canopies, Ewara heard a noise below them. Together, they descended to spy upon what they heard. The sound that filled the trees was the sound of tears being spilt. They watched the dragon below them. A Skydancer colored of a beach the two siblings had never known and with eyes of the fierce cracks of light above.

Ewara and her brother, Clementine, crept closer for a clearer view. Neither of them had ever seen another dragon before. Neither She nor her brother knew the words to speak to the stranger let alone the movements to talk to each other for that matter. Clementine dug around in the mud and leaves and came out with a large beetle. He offered the much larger dragon the morsel. Ewara watched as the dragon took the offering. Ewara could do better than that though. She dug through the refuse on the ground and came out with a beetle of her own. She gave it to the Stranger excitedly. She looked defiantly towards Clementine who only stared back.

The stranger’s tears ceased and Ewara watched in fascination. Had she done that? Had she made her pain go away? She imitated her brother’s facial expression as best she could but had some trouble. The Stranger wiped her eyes and made strange noises with her mouth. She walked away into the gloom of the forests beyond, humming all along the way. Ewara, feeling satiated, followed her brother back into the woods. She wanted to remain and see if the Stranger would return and she did.

And so it went for a long while. The Stranger would come in the early hours and leave in the late ones. She would bring things with her. She had put a purple thing on Ewara’s head and Clementine fussed. He also got one though he didn’t look too comfortable in it. There were glowing sticks that made heat too. There were square things with pictures too. Ewara liked those. The sounds the stranger made were unintelligible but they liked to listen anyway. Ewara wanted to go with the stranger when she left again but she couldn’t leave Clementine.

It all changed on one day in particular though. After a day of merriment and storytelling, as per usual, the dragon began to leave. She turned to the siblings and gestured to them. Ewara turned to Clementine and he to her. They, without a sound or movement, turned back to the woman and followed. Ewara had never been alone, but it felt good to be with her. She felt for the Skydancer as she felt for Clementine. She loved her. That is a lot and Ewara would give it a shot. On either side of the skydancer were the siblings, both wanting to be equally close to her. She was as much a mother as the siblings had never known.

Ewara is a survivor and a salvager. She finds things. With her brother, she finds even more. Their mother’s clan needs salvagers and they fit that niche. Ewara has never been alone but never wants to be. As long as she has Clementine and Mother, she will never have to.