Hina
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how idleness of one impacts thousands
Familiar
Boneshard Jeweler
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Light.
Female Skydancer
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
4.1 m
Wingspan
3.74 m
Weight
386.81 kg
Genetics
Orange
Skink
Skink
Gold
Paint
Paint
Yellow
Capsule
Capsule
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Skydancer
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
7
AGI
6
DEF
7
QCK
6
INT
6
VIT
6
MND
7
Lineage
Parents
- none
Offspring
- none
Biography
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Tales for Heinous Hatchlings __________________________________ ______________ chapter 1 
“But I don’t want to go,” Hina complained, not for the first time that day, nor hour. The skydancer flopped onto her back, splaying across the soft silken sheets and cushions of her chaise. She waved her claws in the air. “It’ll be so much work.” “It may be an enjoyable experience, my lady,” ventured Hina’s maidservant, a small nocturne called Eryn, as she picked through a number of the elaborate outfits brought in by Hina’s aunt to tempt her into attendance of the festival. Eryn continued, “Every dyeworker in the kingdom will have gathered to display the finest of their crafts. The most vibrant hues seen for a long time—” “Most vibrant smells,” Hina interrupted with a snort. “Have you ever been surrounded by those merchants, Eryn? They reek—of fish oil or snail slime or whatever they use to make colors, but it is horrid.” Eryn paused, then said only, “I can’t say I have, my lady. I will trust your judgment.” Apparently finished fussing with the dresses, the nocturne flitted over to the other side of the bedchamber, where earlier today Hina had cast aside her pots of paint and brushes after a loud declamation of the arts when five minute’s worth of effort failed to achieve her desired results. Hina eyed the maidservant. Eryn was always working, cleaning, moving from one task straight to another. As dutiful a servant as any princess could wish for. Perhaps . . . “I know Aunt Hiwar will be most displeased with me,” Hina said, lifting her voice slightly and watching Eryn closely. She sighed hopelessly. “But there’s simply no way I can go to the festival. I cannot stand their noise and lights, the zappers and cracklers you know, they give me the worst headaches . . .” “I can prepare a concoction to soothe such a hardship, my lady.” Hina clicked her jaw. “No, no. I don’t wish to create more work for you, my dear Eryn—you work yourself to death! I know,” she said, leaning forward with her chin on her fist, “how to solve both our problems. Eryn, you will go in my place to the festival and stand by my aunt in place of honor, to oversee the festival.” Eryn jumped, then froze. “My—my lady?” she stumbled. “I couldn’t—” “Eryn you must,” Hina cried, getting off the chaise in a whirl of her bedrode to go to the nocturne and place her claws on her shoulders. She tipped Eryn’s chin up so she looked in her princess’s eyes. “You know how the queen will react if I refuse her again. You know how her mood affects mine so, how her being angry at me will cause me to simply waste away for days and days to come. It will do none of us any good, the castle folk, the visiting nobility, indeed, all the kingdom!” Aunt Hiwar could not stop going on about the political stresses apparent in the kingdom, with the southern province complaining about increased taxes while the northern sent report after ceaseless report about brigands growing in number and boldness. This festival was her attempt to assuage fears and discomforts, which was why the queen had been so insistent about Hina attending. “The kingdom needs to see their heir. It assures them all is and will be well,” she had said. But did Aunt Hiwar ever consider Hina’s need for comfort and ease? No! “All the kingdom?” Eryn echoed, still looking as if she might throw up. “But, but, Princess, how am I to imitate you? We look nothing alike, I have none of your mannerisms—” Hina laughed. “Aunt Hiwar will be grateful for that, I think! Listen, I’ll call the royal mage, and they’ll place an illusion on you to convince any watcher that you are me. Then you can put on any robe you please, and simply stand by the queen’s side for hours and hours until the festival ends!” Hina clapped in delight, spinning away in her excitement. “It’s just perfect, brilliant!” Eryn said nothing. Hina stopped in the center of her bedchamber and fixed her maidservant with a look. “Eryn,” she intoned, lifting her head. “Do you intend to disobey an order from your sworn princess?” Eryn looked up, eyes wide in fear and confusion. “Of—of course not, my lady.” She bowed her head. “I will do as you say.” Hina grinned. A short time later, after the royal mage was called and they set their illusion—after much balking and many attempts to dissuade the princess, which failed—upon Eryn, Hina helped the flustered non-nocturne put on a splendid sky-blue gown. Hina set her own cornet upon Eryn’s brow, making the maidservant flush, then told her what she must say and do to play the act of princess convincingly. When the queen sent for her, Eryn was ready—well, as ready as she could ever be—and Hina shooed her out, almost succeeding in hiding her fit of giggles. How terrified Eryn looked! How miserable! But she would do her duty. That’s what servants were for, to do everything Hina couldn’t stand herself. Now the day was hers! Hina flung herself upon her chaise once again, happily contemplating a day absolutely packed full of nothing and more nothing. Paradise! Snuggling down among the numerous cushions, Hina shut her eyes and lazily thought about ordering a platter of sugar-dusted berry tarts from the kitchens, before drifting into sleep . . . ~ And woke to the bells ringing in alarm, shouting within and out the castle walls, some great upheaval and commotion. Hina jerked upright, mind blurry from her long, self-satisfied nap, then blinked when her bedchamber door crashed open with half a dozen members of the royal guard pouring into the room. A wildclaw in lieutenant colors called over their shoulder, “She’s here, Your Highness!” Hina leapt to her feet. “What is going on?” she snapped in outrage. “Why are you here, barging into a lady’s rooms without her permission—” Queen Hiwar swept into the bedchamber, the guards hastily falling back to allow her entrance, and went straight to the startled Hina, grabbing her in a sudden and fierce hug. Hina stood stiff in surprise, utterly bemused. “Aunt? What’s wrong?” Hiwar finally released her, just enough to lean back and look Hina in the eye. “Eryn is dead,” she said, and to Hina’s gasp, went on, “Assassination attempt.” Her breath came out in a furious hiss, red eyes narrowed to slits. “The south are getting impatient. But you are, somehow, safe. And that’s all that matters.” She handed Hina her crown, recovered from Eryn. A red-brown smudge stained the rim. As quickly as she’d come, the queen left, taking a few of the guards with her, but most remaining behind to take up watch positions at various points around the bedchamber. Hina sank slowly back to her chaise, claws sliding over the sleek silk yet not feeling it, staring at her crown but not seeing it, not anything at all, except the image her mind presented to her of Erywn, dead in her true nocturne body, blood at her chest and mouth, eyes glazed, body crumpled to the ground, utterly still. Because of Hina. Because she had refused her duty as princess. Not just this day, but at every chance she got, leaving the queen, the castle, the kingdom discontented. For Hina’s indolence, the kingdom suffered. But, as always, Hina had not taken the price. Instead, it was paid for in the lifeblood of her own loyal servant. Patient to the end. Hina wept. There was nothing she could do, for she had never done anything, and now it was too late. Hiwar would never let her out to try and fix the situation, not with the target sitting squarely on her own shoulders. She was trapped in a prison of her own making. The kingdom would fall in the course of just a few moons, after.
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