Creative Corner

@Pachirisu

Ey, what a sweet story! It's just such a classic romance, it's adorable! I thoroughly enjoyed reading it!

@Petall [emoji=gaoler laughing size=1] oh i'm glad! her side will probably be coming soon, as it's been percolating since last night.

[center][size=2][font=century gothic][url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2473421#post_2473421]Introduction[/url] | [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2473421#post_34004835]Table of Contents[/url] | [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2473421#post_34004837]Cast[/url] | [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2473421#post_34004841]Locations[/url] | [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2473421#post_34004842]Other[/url][/font][/size] [img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/qnsvl4q1hbyggi5/arcanetop.png[/img] [size=5][size=7][font=monotype corsiva][color=#2B768F][b]Zora[/b][/color][color=transparent].[/color][/font][/size][/size] [img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/6kg6r3b1h333p6k/arcanemidsmall.png[/img] [url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=38348220] [img]https://flightrising.com/rendern/350/383483/38348220_350.png[/img] [/url] [img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/gbitdarq80yxhw1/arcanemid.png[/img][/center] [size=4][size=5][font=monotype corsiva][color=#2B768F][b]Before Ventum Lucet[/b][/color][/font][/size][/size] Zora knew she was loved. Her parents told her and showed her in little ways every day. But they still didn’t understand how they hurt her when they dismissed her passions. Nearly everyone in her family was a scientist, and while she appreciated science and all of its applications and intricacies, she didn’t [i]love[/i] it. And she wanted to make her living doing what she loved. She was under a lot of pressure from her family to pursue scientific pursuits, and just do what she loved in her free time. She ended up spending a lot of time instead at a little park near her family’s house practicing her craft and making a little money busking. She’d dance all day there, hoping that the money she brought home would prove that she could make a living with her dance. On a day like any other, Zora was dancing in the park, silent as a statue, when the most handsome boy she’d ever seen walked into the park looking confused. She kept dancing, and kept watching him. He made his way over to her, seemingly entranced, and she finished her dance with a flourish and a bow. He came over to her, asking her name and showering her in compliments. She smiled a little awkwardly, and nodded her thanks to him and to the others who tossed their coins into her earthen jar. He cleared his throat, made some apologies, and hastily left. Zora was confused for a moment, before remembering that her silence could be taken as disinterest. She hoped she’d see him again after she was finished working that day, so she could make it clear to him she wasn’t disinterested. As she was packing up her things in the early evening, she spotted him again on a bench nearby. She quickly finished up and made her way over, sitting on the bench beside him. He looked surprised and pleased, albeit a little confused. She smiled at him, and he smiled back. Then he started asking her a deluge of questions, and she wasn’t sure how to let him know she couldn’t answer as easily. He caught on himself eventually, and they had a lovely conversation. Days and weeks, and then months passed, and she endeavored to see him every day. She learned about his family, his dreams, his inability to read a map to save his life. And every day he would pull out a small scrap of parchment and read off as many questions as he could that she could answer with a nod or shake of her head. She was incredibly warmed by his determination to get to know her without making her speak. And his tales of his hero and the incredible resort he now lived at tempted her. This boy told her all about the shows that other dancers there put on, and singers, and illusionists. And how they all made a living from it. It was exactly the kind of place Zora dreamed of. When he asked her to marry him, she was surprised and so happy. She threw herself at him, knocking him over. And then she dragged him straight home with her so he could meet her family. She’d forgotten her clan leaders would be there for dinner, but all the better really. She told them all about him, and how she was going to marry him. Told them about the inn with the other dancers, about his hero, about their months of talking and spending time together. She could sense his surprise at her talking, and made a mental note to talk to him about it later. She knew her family could sense her determination, and her love for him, and her sense of peace. They gave their blessing, and the clan leaders left to prepare for the clan’s traditional ceremony. She told him they’d be wed in the morning, as was tradition, and that she hoped he was alright with that. He was surprised, and looked to her parents before agreeing. After dinner he was put up in a special room, and her father kept watch outside his door in case he decided to run away. As they waved goodbye to her family after the short ceremony, he took her hand in his and determinedly set out with a smile. She then had to gently guide him onto the correct path, and smiled back. They were on their way to their dreams, and they had each other. Nothing could stop them. [center][img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/nm0z9g1pkrloiln/arcanebottom.png[/img][/center] @Petall @FelicisNox177 hehe forgot to ping!

[center][size=2][font=century gothic][url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2473421#post_2473421]Introduction[/url] | [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2473421#post_34004835]Table of Contents[/url] | [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2473421#post_34004837]Cast[/url] | [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2473421#post_34004841]Locations[/url] | [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2473421#post_34004842]Other[/url][/font][/size][img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/zyclhpf6dv31m57/lightningtop.png[/img][br][size=5][size=7][font=monotype corsiva][color=#2B768F][b]Ianto[/b][/color][color=transparent].[/color][/font][/size][/size][br][img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/a170h6tjl0pq3o8/lightningmidsmall.png[/img][br][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=78688786][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/786888/78688786_350.png[/img][/url][br][img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/2360rrbawqe4flt/lightningmid.png[/img][/center] [size=4][size=5][font=monotype corsiva][color=#2B768F][b]Before Ventum Lucet[/b][/color][/font][/size][/size] Ianto was born to a clan of entertainers and courtesans. He was trained nearly from birth in several arts. He first took dance classes when he was barely stead on his feet. “You’ll move with grace at all times this way,” his mother told him. Dancing, costuming, and the subtle art of flirtation were his main classes, his parents and the other entertainers in his clan his main teachers. “If they’re a little in love with you, and think you’re a little in love with them, they will pay you more.” Ianto’s father knew from experience. He really loved it all, and thrived with the attention. He wanted to be [i]the best[/i], the most renowned and famous. The most loved. He worked hard every day and couldn’t wait until he was able to go out to parties instead of only working at home. Finally he’s of age, and his parents send him with a small crew of clan mates to several parties and gatherings. He knew they were receiving requests for him for a while, and was happy that people desired to see him so much. One of these hosts, however, skimped on the security for Ianto and his family. They hired a few trained guards and two dozen trainees to make it look like they had more protection than they really did. The numbers meant nothing in the face of their lack of ability. At this party, the patrons were getting too close, touching Ianto and his family when they weren’t supposed to even be able to get close enough to do so. His more experienced clanmates were skilled with their hidden weapons, and could get out of these situations easily. Ianto wasn’t as skilled at this just yet. He never really thought he’d need it, thinking the adoration that followed him would be enough to protect him. Why would they hurt him, if they loved him so? Trying to not look as scared as he felt, he tries to back away from the couple invading his space but finds a wall. “EXCUSE ME!” The owner of the voice was somewhere behind the suffocating couple, but he couldn’t see who it was. Then he could no longer see the couple. “Are you alright?” A tall, muscular woman looked down at him with soft concern, her sword in hand and her uniform wrinkled. He could only stare at her, shocked and still a little afraid. She seemed to understand him anyway, and gently escorted him out of the hall. They encountered a few more guests, but this woman’s bearing caused them to skitter away. The next thing he knew, they were in a small courtyard, the stars twinkling above them. “This is the courtyard for the lower staff. No one will bother you.” She leaves him then, standing guard on the other side of the doors. Eventually he hears the familiar cadence of his brother’s voice, talking to her. Then he’s let into the courtyard and tells him they’re leaving. He smiles his thanks at the guard as he passes her. He hopes to see her again. [center]~*~*~*~[/center] On their last day in the city, having done another [i]proper[/i] party the night before, Ianto takes the time to go out to the market to find a little trinket or seven to take home with him. While looking at the gorgeous fabrics at the seamstress’ stall, he bumps into someone. “Sorry! I’m so sorry!” he says, looking over and up at the person he ran into. And up some more. Her eyes are so blue, and they’re crinkled at the corners. He realizes she’s smiling. It takes him a long moment to recognize her from the party several nights before. His savior. “No need to be sorry,” she’s saying. “I wasn’t looking where I was going.” She tilts her head to the side, her smile faltering a little as confusion starts to take over. He realizes he’s just been staring at her. “Oh! Oh uh… I wasn’t… looking… also…” He smiles, and laughs nervously. When is he ever nervous? Can she tell he’s nervous? She smiles at him again, “Well then, aren’t we just a pair?” He realizes she’s trying to flirt with him. He relaxes a little, he knows this dance. She’ll ask him if he comes here often or something similar. He’ll smile and look away demurely, saying he’s just visiting for work. She’ll offer to show him around, and he’ll shyly accept with a flutter of lashes. She’ll - “So you’re a dancer? Have you been doing it long?” She’ll go off script… He manages to hide his surprise, and tries to find his steps in this slightly new dance. “Yes! Nearly all my life.” A throat clears behind him, and he turns to see a frowning elderly man holding several packages. Ianto remembers they’re standing in the middle of the market. His companion seems to remember the same just then as well. “Oh! We’re terribly sorry, sir,” she tells the man, stepping out of the way and gently taking Ianto’s elbow to guide him out of the way as well. She lets go, and he wishes she wouldn’t. She looks past him for a moment, and then, “Would you like some ice cream? There’s a little shop just over there.” She points past him at a brightly colored stall. “They have tables we can sit at. If you want to! I mean… If you wanted to talk some more.” Ah! A step he recognizes. He smiles softly, saying, “Well, it [i]is[/i] pretty warm out. I think some ice cream would be nice.” He flutters his lashes a little, and demurely looks away. She hides her confusion with a smile as she gestures for him to lead the way. The area around the stand is noticeably cooler, and several people stop within the bounds of the ice magic permeating the area to cool off a little bit. They order their ice cream, raspberry the color of his clothing for her, chocolate for him, and find a seat at a table. “So you’ve been dancing your [i]whole[/i] life?” “Yes and no. I’ve had lessons in dancing and other things starting from when I could understand what anyone was saying, but the dancing didn’t actually start until I was learning to walk.” Her cheeks color a little, and she asks, “And you’ve gone to… many parties like… ah like the one the other night?” She looks like she’s a little afraid of the answer. “No, not like that exactly. That was… out of the ordinary. There are usually more guards there for us, so no one can get too close. We’re not… [i]you know[/i].” “Oh, I see. I’m sorry.” “No it’s alright. So what do you do, ah… uh… I don’t think you ever told me your name.” “Oh!” She flushes, and her eyes go wide. “Azurite! My name is Azurite.” He chuckles as he reaches out to shake her hand, but stops when he realizes he never introduced himself. Then he laughs and shakes her hand, saying, “And I’m Ianto! It’s a pleasure to meet you, Azurite.” [center][img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/8j5x6ctsche062g/lightningbottom.png[/img][/center][br] @Petall @FelicisNox177 decided to do the lore for my darling, as he has the most extensive notes, and why the heck not! this is like 1200 words, and it's... not even half LMAO.

@Pachirisu Oooo, I am very much enjoying Ianto's lore! It shows a very different side of being a dancer than I've seen before in dragon lore! Also, Ianto and Azurite are very cute together! [emoji=tundra love size=2]

@Petall ah thank you! his is some of the oldest i've got in terms of this lore rewrite i've been "working on" for the past couple years. this was maybe the first... third? or so? that i've got notes on. so likely this week will see more ianto!

[center][size=2][font=century gothic][url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2473421#post_2473421]Introduction[/url] | [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2473421#post_34004835]Table of Contents[/url] | [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2473421#post_34004837]Cast[/url] | [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2473421#post_34004841]Locations[/url] | [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2473421#post_34004842]Other[/url][/font][/size][img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/zyclhpf6dv31m57/lightningtop.png[/img][br][size=5][size=7][font=monotype corsiva][color=#2B768F][b]Ianto[/b][/color][color=transparent].[/color][/font][/size][/size][br][img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/a170h6tjl0pq3o8/lightningmidsmall.png[/img][br][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=78688786][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/786888/78688786.png[/img][/url][br][img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/2360rrbawqe4flt/lightningmid.png[/img][/center] [size=4][size=5][font=monotype corsiva][color=#2B768F][b]Before Ventum Lucet[/b][/color][/font][/size][/size] Ianto loves listening to Azurite talk about her dreams. She wanted to be a bodyguard or something. To protect people. He thinks she’d be great at the job. She’d protected him after all. His mind wanders a little bit as she talks, thinking about what it’d be like to have a personal bodyguard. What it’d be like to have [i]her[/i] as his personal bodyguard… [indent][i]”Oh Azurite, you’ve saved me again!” he says, fluttering his lashes and gasping for breath as he clings to her. “No, it’s [/i]you[i] who saved [/i]me[i]!” She clutches him close and lowers her face to his. “Oh Ianto… Ianto Ianto…”[/i][/indent] “Ianto? Ianto, helloooo!” A familiar hand waves in front of his face, and Ianto snaps out of his daydream. Azurite is looking at him with an unreadable look on her face. He looks to the owner of the hand, and sees his brother smirking at him knowingly. “Well well well, baby brother! Here you are! We’ve been looking all over for you!” Ianto glares at his brother. “Doubt you looked too hard. I’ve been here for…” He glances around and sees the sun starting to set. “Several hours at least.” His brother smiles widely and pulls a chair up to the table, placing himself between Azurite and Ianto. “Well I admit I did get a little… [i]distracted[/i] at one point.” He looks Azurite up and down. “Who’s your [i]friend[/i], Roly? She looks familiar.” Ianto crosses his arms and scowls. “Her name is Azurite, and don’t call me Roly!” “I was also a guard at one of the events you attended recently,” Azurite adds. Ianto’s brother squints a little and studies her face. Then his eyes widen as recognition dawns on him. “You’re the one who got stabbed protecting Roly!” “Ah yes, that was me. I-” “YOU GOT STABBED??” Ianto feels a yawning pit open in his stomach. Then the rest of his brother’s words filtered through, and he quietly adds, “And I said don’t call me Roly.” “I was stabbed [i]a little[/i]. It was fine. Your brother gave me a potion and it healed right up.” She turns back to his brother. “As I was saying, thank you for the potion.” Ianto feels a little light headed. She got [i]stabbed[/i]?? He looks up when Azurite takes his hands in hers. She’s kneeling by him now. “Are you alright?” She looks so concerned. “You were stabbed!” He doesn’t know what else to say. “Yes… I’m fine, now. There’s barely even a scar.” “THERE’S A SCAR?!” He can see his brother facepalm out of the corner of his eye. She stands and lifts her shirt a couple of inches. Ianto is mesmerized by the smooth skin of her stomach, until his eyes land on a faint white line. Before he realizes what he’s doing, his finger traces the scar. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I got you hurt.” He’s practically whispering, but he can’t make his voice any louder. “You didn’t get me hurt.” Her voice sounds a little strange. Then she kneels down and takes his face into her hands, waiting until he looks her in the eyes. They’re so, [i]so[/i] blue. “That’s a risk of the job. I’ve known this for years, Ianto. This isn’t my first scar. Heck, this isn’t even my first scar from being stabbed! It wasn’t your fault.” “But-” “No buts! It wasn’t your fault, and I won’t hear you say another word about it.” He nods, but still opens his mouth to apologize again. He slams it shut and looks away with a pout when she just raises her eyebrow at him, as if she knew what he was going to say. “You know Azurite, perhaps you should come back home with us. I’ve never seen Roly so obliging and [i]quiet[/i].” Ianto had forgotten his brother was still there. He scowls again. “Stop calling me Roly!” “Why [i]are[/i] you calling him Roly?” Ianto glares at his brother, who grins a little viciously. “Well! Our [i]dear sweet[/i] Roly here was quite the chubby baby! Roly poly through and through. The roundest cheeks and belly you ever did see, and couldn’t wear a single hand-me-down!” Ianto feels his whole face heat up, and his neck burns. He hates brothers. Azurite chuckles. “I bet that was adorable.” Ianto huffs in annoyance, but he’s secretly pleased. His brother looks at him with a sly smile, ever the keen eye for emotion. “It was too adorable! He’s always been [i]too[/i], ever since he was born. Too adorable, too sweet, too talented, too skilled, too beautiful, too loved.” Ianto looks away with a frown. He hates that his family thinks of him like that. Then he realizes his hand is still under Azurite’s shirt, pressed against her belly by her thighs. He pulls it out like it’s been burned and tries to act nonchalant. Azurite chuckles and pats his arm as she stands again, and his brother stands as well. “We really do need to go, Roly. We leave in the morning.” Ianto stands up a little reluctantly. He looks at Azurite for a long moment. He wants to stay, or to ask her to join them. He hears his brother clear his throat and glances over. For once he’s not got a playful look on his face, instead he looks apologetic. They both know they can’t stay, and she can’t actually join them. Their father would never allow it. He steels his resolve, but can’t quite look at her again. “I’ll be back soon, I’m sure!” He draws on his training to help his courage. “I want… I would like… It’d be lovely to see you again, if you’re around when we return.” “I’d like that very much,” he hears her say softly, like it’s a desperate wish she’s afraid to give form to, else it never comes true. He smiles up at her, and she smiles back radiantly. Then she kisses his cheek as she says goodbye, and walks off through the emptying marketplace. [center][img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/8j5x6ctsche062g/lightningbottom.png[/img][/center][br] @Petall @FelicisNox177 spoiled baby. all of my other dragons are like "ianto, how come mom lets you have TWO lore posts?!"

I remember when you got Ianto

@FelicisNox177 my precious bOY

"I only got stabbed a little" THAT IS PURE GOLD!

Also, the whole big brother embarrassment thing is also pretty amazing! What are siblings for?