Horst

Flauros saw the job problem the clan was facing, and took it upon herself to go see the new hatchlings, and choose an apprentice early on. Horst loved her soda drinks, and though he's very small, she chose him for the job. She thought it would be better to start introducing him to work as early as possible, as not to startle him with sudden responsibility when he grows up.

He moved to Flauros, and lives on the upper floor above her tavern. His favorite drink so far is an alcohol-free melted honey mead.

He likes the job, and especially the social aspects of it. Sure he's learning to brew, which in itself isn't exactly social. But serving the drinks as well as getting to know everyone who stops by has been his unofficial job as well. Horst is quickly becoming a familiar face in the small tavern, and the weary travelers as well as the familiar ones enjoy chatting with him.



"We need an official name. An official logo," Horst pondered aloud, turning to Flauros.
"Something recognizable, an easy word and yet maybe, something to remember us fondly by."
Flauros kept clinking glasses as she was cleaning, the only other residents in the bar was Nergal, who'd be in his corner almost constantly.
"Where'd this come from?" Flauros wondered.
Horst looked about for a little piece of wood he'd seen earlier, perhaps something to carve their name into.
"Remember the traveling imperial, Sandclaw?" He asked. She nodded.
"Well she told me that the usual taverns she frequented had special names. Like not just 'tavern' they had nicknames! What a fun little idea," he brushed off dust from the piece of wood.
"She told me they had signs with drawings on them outside, to show other dragons what goes on inside! Isn't that neat?"
Flauros thought for a moment. "So instead of just calling it a .. for instance a trading post, they'd have.. a picture of?"
"I don't know, maybe they'd have a picture of a nickname for trading? A piece of clothing? Who knows, it depends on the clan but the possibilities are endless! We could have a picture of anything! Maybe honey? We're famous for the honey?"

Flauros smiled gracefully. "Or perhaps a little logo, nickname for us. ""What do you think, Mirth?"
The little waiter fae flew forth and settled on a stool.
"What your name should be?" She asked.
"What our name should be," Horst corrected.
"Something easily pronounced, for dragons of different elements. Something calm, a little light in the dark if you will," he said in wonder.

Nergal coughed and chimed from the corner. "Mel Divum?" he asked.
"What does that mean?" Mirth asked.
"It means open sky, and honey, I like it," Flauros grinned.
"Sounds like witchcraft if you ask me," Horst commented, but not maliciously.
"I like the mel part though, anything else we can combine it with? Something easy on the tongue."
They all pondered for a moment.
"It depends what tongue you'd want to use," Mirth piped up.
"Among.. my family, we usually don't speak as much Draconian as you do," he said.
"My mother usually made her own words, or.. listened to nature for inspiration. Most dragon in this clan know draconian, but it would be very interesting if we used a lesser language, it'd be sort of a cultural thing. Not so wide-spread. Special."

Horst nodded excitedly.
"That's a really good idea. We do have a dialect, let's use it for what it's worth."
He brushed off the wood again, just do have something to do with his hands.
"How about a twist of irony, let's name it Melsolis?" Flauros suggested.
"Like Light honey?" Horst asked.
"Sounds like Mersolis, that's give them the wrong idea," Nergal laughed from the corner.
Mirth had lost them through their talk of lingustics.
"Mer as in paying soldiers?" Horst asked.
Nergal nodded. "Mersolis like in paying soldiers of Light, and in our experience, not many soldiers of Light actually drink here."
"That's true," Flauros added. "Perhaps we'll have to stick to something less fancy, we could always just name it Mel and be done with it."
Horst shook his head determinedly. "We have the chance to make something witty, let's not spoil it."

Flauros continued cleaning glasses while they brainstormed.
"It doesn't have to be just a name?" Mirth asked. Horst shook his head. "No, it can be a drawing, and we could just.. refer to it with a name. We don't have to write it down."
Nergal looked up from his spot.
"You should draw a skydancer with a drink in its hands. That'll give 'em the right idea," he smiled cheekily.
Horst perked up. "That's a great idea!"
Horst looked around for a piece of coal.
"I'll sketch that up, and carve it out how does that sound?"
Flauros smiled and Mirth seemed enthusiastic. "It'll look very nice," Mirth said.
They sat around Horst as he carved out a little, happy-looking skydancer holding a drink in his hands.


The tavern had been referred to as many things since then.
The most common one, "skydancer tavern." Except for the commoners, who started calling it "Meluime."
Despite not having a proper way to spell it, Horst wanted to add it to the sign outside.
"Honey dragon," he said to Flauros. "It's kinda catchy, let's keep it."
And thus the tavern was officially named Meluime.