Janvier
(#52362834)
"I thought I could. But I can't. I just can't."
Familiar
Curious Parasol
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Energy: 48/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Lightning.
Male Wildclaw
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
5.37 m
Wingspan
6.02 m
Weight
464.72 kg
Genetics
Midnight
Petals
Petals
Midnight
Trail
Trail
Grey
Basic
Basic
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Wildclaw
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
8
AGI
9
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
5
VIT
6
MND
6
Biography
~From the desk of Chickweed Caraway~
Janvier/ Clan Isobar
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━ Crimes: ━ I’d warrant that he’s complicit with everything his mother has done, though I hear he’s a touch more white-collar than she is. 
━ Questions: ━ How has he been handling the Clan in his mother’s absence? I can only hope that the stress of this new responsibility has been weighing on him. ━━━━━━━━━━━━ 
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━ NOTES ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
Well, I haven’t been murdered yet. The Wildlclaw, Mr. Isobar, has stopped by my locked room to bring me food, which is a comforting sign that I’m not being prepped for death. Unless, of course, they’re fattening me up like a woodland turkey to be devoured in an ancient Isobar ritual. That was meant to be a joke, but it’s sounding more plausible by the hour. More likely, I’m being kept alive to stand for an informal trial to give Clan Isobar some sense that they’re divvying out justice.
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Update: Considering I haven’t been separated from my notebook yet, I might as well speculate about my host. He says little to me, but he told me that his given name is Janvier and I wouldn’t be surprised if he was a direct relative of Corriveau and not just a clanmate. He carries himself with an arrogance that I don’t appreciate. To his credit, the meals he’s been brining me for the past two days have been quite good. At first I was worried that they might be poisoned, but I’m starting not to care.
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I’ve considered escape, but the window is too small and the lock is too sturdy, and at my age, I don’t think I could pull it off even if I had the means.
My biggest regret is that Chiron is still out there. By this point, he’s probably frantically searching the Viridian Labyrinth for my corpse, and I never got the chance to thoroughly punish him for everything he put me through.
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Update: Today, for the first time in two years, I was separated from my notebook. I’ve gotten it back, obviously, but when Janvier arrived at my door and wrapped his talons around my notebook, I truly started to panic.
He invited me downstairs, and I didn’t have much of a choice other than to follow him past the other guests and into a dimly lit smoking room with two more dragons waiting for us.
The large Mirror was there, the one who’s been stalking me for the past two years. She's showed up in my nightmares enough that I recognized her immediately. The second dragon, though… she was dressed up in lace and ribbons and regarded me with half-closed eyes as she took a long pull from her cigar.
Janvier locked the door when I entered when the dragon introduced herself as Lady Corriveau Isobar, we had a conversation that went something like this:
Corriveau: Mr. Caraway, you’ve caused me quite a bit of trouble.
Me: I’m aware.
C: You drove me from my home, Mr. Caraway. Your words have taken my territory, my business, and left several close clanmates trapped behind bars. There are several dragons in this room who would not like to see you leave it alive. (Cue a pointed look at Janvier)
Me: Well, in that case, I hope you put my feathers to good use.
C: I wasn’t finished, Mr. Caraway.
Me: I’m not fond of quills myself, but if I had one dying wish, I’d like at least one of my feathers turned into one.
C: Mr. Caraway.
Me: It would be a good legacy, I think.
C: Mr. Caraway.
Me: …
C: As I was saying, some dragons here would like to see you dead. I, however, am not one of them.
That was the turning point in our conversation. I stopped my nervous babbling, and Corriveau explained in a purring Lightning accent that, while she was angry with me, she recognized value when she saw it, and if I listened very closely, she might offer me a way to repay her for her losses.
I started to laugh outright. All my pent up anxiety came rushing out. All that running. All the hiding and feeling tired and sore and damp was all for nothing. She wasn’t trying to kill me after all.
Behind me, Javier snorted. “Mother, we should really just do away with him.”
I stopped laughing. I apologized and said that I was confused, but that I would be willing to do anything for her.
“Good.” She started flipping through my notebook with her long claws. “You have quite the talent for this, you know.”
“Thank you.”
She paused for a long time on the pages I had written about her. “I’ll have you know that I never once considered assassinating anyone.”
“It was only a rumor, Lady.”
“And I am not a warmonger.” She tossed the notebook back at me. “You destroy that page as soon as you get back to your room.”
“Yes, Lady.”
She pointed her cigar at me, letting the smoke curl into the air. “You, Mr. Chickweed Caraway, are now an official employee of Clan Isobar. You will start a new notebook. You will watch and listen about the dragons I wish you to and you will report only to me.”
I swallowed. “And if I refuse?”
“Then I might honor your request to turn your remains into quill feathers.”
I didn’t have much of a choice, did I?
And yet, I feel strangely satisfied. Janvier left my door unlocked when he led me to my room as if he knew I had nowhere else to go. I don’t intend to stay under Isobar employ forever, but it’s better than being burned alive.
Janvier told me that he’ll be transporting me to their second headquarters in the Shifting Expanse tomorrow. Until then, it’s just me, my notebook, and a sliver of light to write by.
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Update: Guess who finally made it?
After all this time, Chiron finally managed to track me down.
He found me just as I was about to leave the inn with Janvier to travel to the Shifting Expanse. Corriveau had was bidding me a farewell along with a few warnings in her private smoking room when Chiron burst into the room in an absolute panic. He started babbling before he even reached me, something about how relieved he was that I hadn’t been killed yet, and that Clan Isobar knew where I was and that they were going to catch me.
The silent Mirror, always hovering near Corriveau, blocked him before he could get any closer.
Chiron slowly looked from me to her. “Oh,” he said. “Oh dear. Stay calm Chickweed, I’ll get you out of this. It’s not too late”
“My Lady?” I asked, “how much do you value me as a resource?”
“A fair amount, unfortunately.” She eyed Chiron who was breathing heavily from dash into the room. “What of it?”
“Lady Isobar, if you want me to write a single word for her, you will dispose of this Skydancer.”
She frowned. “Is this your friend?”
“No.” The look of betrayal on Chiron’s face was too perfect to describe. “This dragon is the main reason your clan had to go into hiding, my Lady. He made me contact the Forum Council.”
She turned to Chiron. “Is this true?”
Poor, honest Chiron, who’s never told a boldfaced lie in his pretty little life. He stared at me, wordlessly shaking his head before Corriveau got tired of waiting.
“Ah, enough. I believe you. Fissure, detain him.”
The Mirror planted a paw on one of Chiron’s wings.
“Mother, we have to leave.” Janvier said. “If we don’t catch our air balloon, we’ll have to fly all the way to the Shifting Expanse.”
She waved a claw at the door. “Very well, get on with it.”
That’s the point when Chiron suddenly found his voice again. He jerked his wings away from the Mirror and started saying some very nasty things to me as I left the room with Javier. It was almost a surreal experience. I’ve never heard him yell before, and I was surprised that he knew some of the words he was spitting at me.
“I’ll take care of him,” Corriveau said. “Just go on. Catch your flight.”
Chiron was no match for the Mirror. He might have been dead on the spot, or he might have just been unconscious. I don't know and I don't care.
What I do know is that Chiron is out of my life forever. I’ve properly stretched my wings for the first time in two years and the view from the hot air balloon is astounding. I’ve got the wind in my feathers, a notebook full of secrets, and a the chance for a future I thought I’d lost a long time ago.
Even so, I can’t shake the feeling that I’ve left something behind.
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