Yaazania

Familiar: Murkmirth Ambassador

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Generation 1

• Name: Yaazania
• Cost: 0 treasure
• Date: 11/29/18
• Genes: Clown/Basic/Basic
• Colors: Gloom/Navy/Rust
• Eyes: Multi-Gaze

(Starmap/Constellation/Stained)

Princess Yaazania was given a traditional name from Queen Savannah's family. Many-eyed dragons are named for the Goddess Yaaz, as they have been granted her Sight. For good or for ill, Yaazania will be a force for change. Alluela was named heir and successor to the throne, and Yaazania would be her Seer and advisor in the times to come.

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Growing up was like this:

Father’s study was a place of quiet, comfortable learning. You could lay on the rug and flip through the many books and scrolls that line the walls, or build great towers out of them manned by toy soldiers, or hide from Alluela when she was it. You were supposed to be quiet though. Father is very busy and has to get things done, but he’ll still pick you up to sit with him while he reads and scribbles things on his desk until he has to go. Father’s cards would spin in slow, happy circles around the two of you, and the High Priestess always seemed to be smiling.

Mother was often away during the evenings but in the mornings, she was all yours. She tells the best stories and can do the best voices, and even when you learned to do it yourself, you still insisted she be the one to read the day’s schedule to everyone at the breakfast table. She taught you games with boards, and dice, and playing cards, and you loved finding new games and strategies to play. You especially loved it when you won and Mother didn’t even mean to let you. You knew she was surprised, but also so, so proud. You knew it was time for her to go when the people knocked on the front door. It was the worst part of the day.

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Yaazania didn’t want the throne.

She didn’t think she would get it either.

She had no illusions about her appearance. Give her the Goddess’ name, give her treacherous, royal blood, give her station and privelage and veils, it doesn’t matter. The Tangled Palace is full of dark nooks and crannies, but even with all the secret passageways and guarded boltholes, it is vain to hide from the many eyes of King Tigaudon’s second daughter. If Alluela says all and Bedwyn hears all, then Yaazania sees all.

She has seen the deaths of her parents, her siblings, herself. She has seen it a hundred different ways, a hundred different times, many of them foiled as assassins came to a house prepared for them. (Some are too far distant for her to do anything about; some see them in their beds, with children all around them, a well-lived life clearly behind them; some see them at each other’s throats with the throne in front of them; some see them too farflung for Yaazania to even guess at the circumstances that led there)

For the Goddess touched, the Many-Sighted, Yaazania does not see a place on the throne for her, not without the kind of bloodshed her father fought to end. Not without a return to the tyranny he rose up against. She is content to act as an advisor, as the Seer and the Mystic, the voice in Alluela’s ear when her eyes are blind.

Yaazania didn’t want the throne.

She wouldn’t have gotten it even if she did.