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An explosion shook Aurrunen out of her sleep, where she promptly proceeded to fall out of the chair she had dozed off in.
She dusted herself off and took stock of her surroundings. She was in Titania’s quarters, which meant that half the room had been converted into a make-shift library, stuffed full of books and notes. The other half was covered in pieces of equipment and scrap material. Aurrunen had fallen asleep on one of the few surfaces not cluttered with various pieces of experiments. This did not include Titania’s bed, which was currently occupied by half a dome of delicate glass, etched intricately with runes. Morning light was filtering through a window covered by a half-drawn curtain. Yawning, she picked up a large pink crystal glowing with magical energy that had rolled off the desk and slipped it into her pocket. Poking her head out the door, Aurrunen peered into Titania’s workshop.
Titania’s workshop was a large, circular room with an elegant glass domed roof. The sides and walls were just as cluttered as Titania’s quarters, but the tables and shelving had been shoved away from the center to form a large, clear space. A wide circle, filled with runes and circular patterns, had been inscribed on the floor with a mixture of chalk and crushed arcane crystal. Currently, it was almost obliterated by some force. The center of the circle was a mess of twisted metal and thousands of shards of glass. They glittered in the bright light.
On the other side of the room, Titania sat on a desk with most of its materials shoved to one side. [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/33954603][b]Whitevale[/b][/url] was wrapping a bandage around her arm. Aurrunen sighed. She edged her way carefully around the mess and approached her sister and younger brother.
“Morning, Aur.” Titania yawned. Whitevale waved meekly at her.
“What did I say about trying to rush magical theorems late at night?”
“I was just-”
“Trying to test a new rune. I know.” Aurrunen rolled her eyes. “You’re never going to get anywhere unless you get some rest.”
“I know, I know, I just- look, I developed this new rune I think should help with the stabilization process, and I just needed to figure out where it needed to go on the placement, and I got it narrowed down to the northern part of the inner ring, but I just can’t figure out if it should go between Gheutiv, Kasvegier, Ivior, or Soen, and since Whitevale had just arrived back from his trip-”
“You decided to test it.” Aurrunen raised an eyebrow, and looked at her younger brother. “Welcome back, by the way.”
Whitevale grinned bashfully. “Hello, Aurrunen. It’s nice to see you all again.”
“And it…?”
“Exploded.” Titania sighed and hopped down from the desk. “Apparently Vajhe next to Kasvegier causes some instability when combined with raw magical wind. It might do better next to Ivior, now that I think about it.”
Aurrunen stared at her siblings. Whitevale shrugged unhelpfully and made for the door.
“I think mother and father wanted to see Nytus and I. I’ll see you around, sisters.” With that, he bolted.
“Oh, so when I show up it’s time to go see the parents.” Aurrunen said.
“I think he’s just trying to avoid the earful you’re about to give me.” Titania rummaged around in a pile of tools that had been knocked over in the blast and emerged with a broom. “Look, I know, I know-”
“You always say you know, and then something like this happens.” Aurrunen rolled her eyes, but didn’t bother raising her voice. This was familiar territory. “Look, I just want to make sure nothing bad happens. I don’t want you to get hurt.”
“Ah, no sense of concern for our little brother then?”
“Oh, come on.” Aurrunen snorted. “He’s plenty good enough at getting into trouble with that sister of his.”
Aurrunen located a broom of her own and they began sweeping the glass up in a companionable silence. Dawn had started to creep through the windows. As they worked, she looked down at the mess they were cleaning up. Titania’s work was, as ever, immaculate. If they hadn’t been obliterated by the blast, Aurrunen figured she’d be able to look and see every rune perfectly crafted- if imperfectly placed. Experiments such as this demanded failure.
She sniffed. The air still held a bit of a charge. She frowned, staring down at the ground. Magic, particularly arcane magic being used to alter magic of other kinds, had a kind of scent to it. Years growing up alongside her sister’s arcane shenanigans left her intimately familiar with the smells of magical backfire. Something about this stunk differently.
“Titania, you were using the right kind of chalk, right?” She called to her sister, who was now across the room.
“What? Of course. Mixed with powdered crystal-” Titania’s eyes widened. “Oh. The crystal.”
Aurrunen produced the crystal she had picked up from her sister’s room. Titania crossed the room and took it sheepishly.
“This is what I mean. You do better work when you’re well rested.”
“Hmm… you’re right. But if I wasn’t using the right ratio of chalk and crystal then that means-” Titania’s eyes widened, and then she lunged forward to pull her sister into a hug. “Aurrunen! You’re a genius! It was the placement of the rune that was wrong, it was just the chalk! Or at least it could be, we’re going to have to test it again, let me get Whitevale-”
“Hold up there-” Aurrunen laughed. “Don’t get ahead of yourself now. We still have to clean up this mess.”
“I know, but then-”
“-but then you’re going to go sleep for a while. No arguing. I don’t want you to actually blow yourself up this time.”
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Eye of the Storm I.
An explosion shook Aurrunen out of her sleep, where she promptly proceeded to fall out of the chair she had dozed off in.
She dusted herself off and took stock of her surroundings. She was in Titania’s quarters, which meant that half the room had been converted into a make-shift library, stuffed full of books and notes. The other half was covered in pieces of equipment and scrap material. Aurrunen had fallen asleep on one of the few surfaces not cluttered with various pieces of experiments. This did not include Titania’s bed, which was currently occupied by half a dome of delicate glass, etched intricately with runes. Morning light was filtering through a window covered by a half-drawn curtain. Yawning, she picked up a large pink crystal glowing with magical energy that had rolled off the desk and slipped it into her pocket. Poking her head out the door, Aurrunen peered into Titania’s workshop.
Titania’s workshop was a large, circular room with an elegant glass domed roof. The sides and walls were just as cluttered as Titania’s quarters, but the tables and shelving had been shoved away from the center to form a large, clear space. A wide circle, filled with runes and circular patterns, had been inscribed on the floor with a mixture of chalk and crushed arcane crystal. Currently, it was almost obliterated by some force. The center of the circle was a mess of twisted metal and thousands of shards of glass. They glittered in the bright light.
On the other side of the room, Titania sat on a desk with most of its materials shoved to one side. Whitevale was wrapping a bandage around her arm. Aurrunen sighed. She edged her way carefully around the mess and approached her sister and younger brother.
“Morning, Aur.” Titania yawned. Whitevale waved meekly at her.
“What did I say about trying to rush magical theorems late at night?”
“I was just-”
“Trying to test a new rune. I know.” Aurrunen rolled her eyes. “You’re never going to get anywhere unless you get some rest.”
“I know, I know, I just- look, I developed this new rune I think should help with the stabilization process, and I just needed to figure out where it needed to go on the placement, and I got it narrowed down to the northern part of the inner ring, but I just can’t figure out if it should go between Gheutiv, Kasvegier, Ivior, or Soen, and since Whitevale had just arrived back from his trip-”
“You decided to test it.” Aurrunen raised an eyebrow, and looked at her younger brother. “Welcome back, by the way.”
Whitevale grinned bashfully. “Hello, Aurrunen. It’s nice to see you all again.”
“And it…?”
“Exploded.” Titania sighed and hopped down from the desk. “Apparently Vajhe next to Kasvegier causes some instability when combined with raw magical wind. It might do better next to Ivior, now that I think about it.”
Aurrunen stared at her siblings. Whitevale shrugged unhelpfully and made for the door.
“I think mother and father wanted to see Nytus and I. I’ll see you around, sisters.” With that, he bolted.
“Oh, so when I show up it’s time to go see the parents.” Aurrunen said.
“I think he’s just trying to avoid the earful you’re about to give me.” Titania rummaged around in a pile of tools that had been knocked over in the blast and emerged with a broom. “Look, I know, I know-”
“You always say you know, and then something like this happens.” Aurrunen rolled her eyes, but didn’t bother raising her voice. This was familiar territory. “Look, I just want to make sure nothing bad happens. I don’t want you to get hurt.”
“Ah, no sense of concern for our little brother then?”
“Oh, come on.” Aurrunen snorted. “He’s plenty good enough at getting into trouble with that sister of his.”
Aurrunen located a broom of her own and they began sweeping the glass up in a companionable silence. Dawn had started to creep through the windows. As they worked, she looked down at the mess they were cleaning up. Titania’s work was, as ever, immaculate. If they hadn’t been obliterated by the blast, Aurrunen figured she’d be able to look and see every rune perfectly crafted- if imperfectly placed. Experiments such as this demanded failure.
She sniffed. The air still held a bit of a charge. She frowned, staring down at the ground. Magic, particularly arcane magic being used to alter magic of other kinds, had a kind of scent to it. Years growing up alongside her sister’s arcane shenanigans left her intimately familiar with the smells of magical backfire. Something about this stunk differently.
“Titania, you were using the right kind of chalk, right?” She called to her sister, who was now across the room.
“What? Of course. Mixed with powdered crystal-” Titania’s eyes widened. “Oh. The crystal.”
Aurrunen produced the crystal she had picked up from her sister’s room. Titania crossed the room and took it sheepishly.
“This is what I mean. You do better work when you’re well rested.”
“Hmm… you’re right. But if I wasn’t using the right ratio of chalk and crystal then that means-” Titania’s eyes widened, and then she lunged forward to pull her sister into a hug. “Aurrunen! You’re a genius! It was the placement of the rune that was wrong, it was just the chalk! Or at least it could be, we’re going to have to test it again, let me get Whitevale-”
“Hold up there-” Aurrunen laughed. “Don’t get ahead of yourself now. We still have to clean up this mess.”
“I know, but then-”
“-but then you’re going to go sleep for a while. No arguing. I don’t want you to actually blow yourself up this time.”
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Whitevale left Titania’s workshop and made for the wreck of the Rivensong, soaking in the familiar smells and sights of home.
Returning home after a raiding season did not mean the work was done- far from it. The ships were laden with spoils and goods alike, all of which had to be unloaded and sorted as they were put into storage. Captured vessels were assessed as to their seaworthiness, and Cheraw would decide which ones would be kept, sold, or stripped for materials. Nytus and Whitevale’s flagship, the Fury of the Gale, would be emptied, repaired, and repainted in preparation for the second part of the raiding season. In that time, the crew would take those months to rest and visit loved ones in clan territory.
Whitevale had unabashedly left his sister to handle the logistics of docking and flown to see Titania as soon as they arrived. Nytus would be angry, and Satiran would be annoyed he left her to pick up the slack, but they’d get over it. This was more important.
Titania had spent a not insignificant amount of coin sending him letters while he was away, to keep him updated on her progress. He wrote back when he could, but being on the move so often made it difficult. Now they could finally put to work the theories Titania had developed while he was gone- not that they had made much progress on their first foray in.
Finally he made his way to the Rivensong. The old airship wreck had been assembled into a large meeting and living space at the center of the clan’s main town, Notos. It was a massive ship, able to field a crew of hundreds in its lifetime and further built upon after the clan had settled. In the warm months it was mostly used as a communal space for events and feasts, where offices and clan councils could be found. In the cold months, when all the non-clan dragons had left the isles, the space would be converted into winter accommodations for the clan members. They’d live communally until the weather warmed again. Now it bustled with shopkeepers and travelers, dragons of all sizes and colors streaming in and out of the repurposed wreck. Capocollo was at work in his open air kitchen, grilling free food on wide, flat stones for hungry dragons. Massive cuts of meat smoked on huge hooks, fruits and vegetables were grilled on hot coals, fish was steamed in wrapped leaves, cheese was cut, broths boiled… It took no small amount of self control for Whitevale to continue pushing through the crowd. Proper food would have to wait.
As he entered the ship and went deeper inside, the crowd thinned and the din grew quiet. Here, near the private residences of the clan’s leaders, he passed very few dragons in the hall. That did not, however, help him spot his sister as she snuck up on him.
“Hey, Whitevale!” Nytus sprung out from behind a nearby door, jumping onto him and wrestling him to the ground. He yelped indignantly, but there was little he could do against his sister. Nytus was a proper berserker, pure muscle and strength compared to Whitevale’s less physical magical talents. “I was wondering where you ran off to after you left me to take care of all the docking by myself.”
“I went to see Titania!” Whitevale squirmed until Nytus relented and let him up. He huffed indignantly.
“I don’t really get what all the fuss is about.” Nytus shrugged and fell in step alongside her brother. “Even if she can figure out how to make an Eye, we wouldn’t get an airship out of it. At least not for a few other years. Even retrofitting the Fury of the Gale would take some time.”
“I can’t believe you aren’t more excited about this.” Whitevale huffed. “Think about it. If we could find the right mix of engineering and magic, we could create as many Eyes as we wanted. The Rivensong could have an entire fleet of airships. Raiding season could be twice as long.”
“It is a nice thought, don’t get me wrong. But building a proper airship takes more than its engine. Even if we had a hundred Eyes, it takes years to construct an airship. We don’t have the proper docks for it. It'd require restructuring our entire harbor, and in the meantime, it’d all have to be closed.” Nytus shrugged. “I like the idea. But I’d rather focus on what’s here and now.”
“Hmph.” Whitevale rustled his wings. “If we started addressing those issues [i]now,[/i] then by the time the Eyes are ready then they wouldn’t be an issue.”
“[i]If[/i] the Eyes work.”
“You don’t think we can do it.” Whitevale stopped in the hallway, crossing his arms. “You- I thought-”
“Whitevale, it’s not that I don’t have faith in your abilities, or Titania.” Nytus sighed. “But this- you two want to revitalize and [i]reconstruct traditional wind airship engines.[/i] This isn’t going to happen overnight. There are ramifications for this beyond our raiding crews. Yes, we could address those issues now, but you’d be hard pressed to convince our parents and the [i]rest[/i] of the council to start solving those issues when we don’t have anything to show for it yet.”
“We have made progress. You just haven’t been paying attention-”
“You nearly exploded yourself within the first few hours we were back! Don’t give me that look, I heard about it from Aurrunen.” Nytus shifted uncomfortably. “Look, Whitevale… I do support you on this. I want you to know that. I don’t get the whole magic thing, but you can take as much of the raiding profits as you need. I just- I just don’t want you to lose sight of what we have going on with our crew. It took years to get to this point, and I-”
Nytus looked at the ground, wilting.
“I- I just don’t want you to leave after we just started doing this on our own. We have a ship. We have a crew. We’re so close to earning some real respect, making a name for ourselves. I don’t want to do this without you.”
Whitevale reached forward to pull his sister into a hug. “Nytus… I don’t want to give up on the crew for you. I want to do this [i]because[/i] I think it will help us. I don’t want to do this without you either. Now, let’s not keep our parents waiting?”
“Of course.” Nytus smiled. “You know, if you really [i]are[/i] dead set on doing this, we [i]could[/i] start with just a small dock, built for one ship…”
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Eye of the Storm II.
Whitevale left Titania’s workshop and made for the wreck of the Rivensong, soaking in the familiar smells and sights of home.
Returning home after a raiding season did not mean the work was done- far from it. The ships were laden with spoils and goods alike, all of which had to be unloaded and sorted as they were put into storage. Captured vessels were assessed as to their seaworthiness, and Cheraw would decide which ones would be kept, sold, or stripped for materials. Nytus and Whitevale’s flagship, the Fury of the Gale, would be emptied, repaired, and repainted in preparation for the second part of the raiding season. In that time, the crew would take those months to rest and visit loved ones in clan territory.
Whitevale had unabashedly left his sister to handle the logistics of docking and flown to see Titania as soon as they arrived. Nytus would be angry, and Satiran would be annoyed he left her to pick up the slack, but they’d get over it. This was more important.
Titania had spent a not insignificant amount of coin sending him letters while he was away, to keep him updated on her progress. He wrote back when he could, but being on the move so often made it difficult. Now they could finally put to work the theories Titania had developed while he was gone- not that they had made much progress on their first foray in.
Finally he made his way to the Rivensong. The old airship wreck had been assembled into a large meeting and living space at the center of the clan’s main town, Notos. It was a massive ship, able to field a crew of hundreds in its lifetime and further built upon after the clan had settled. In the warm months it was mostly used as a communal space for events and feasts, where offices and clan councils could be found. In the cold months, when all the non-clan dragons had left the isles, the space would be converted into winter accommodations for the clan members. They’d live communally until the weather warmed again. Now it bustled with shopkeepers and travelers, dragons of all sizes and colors streaming in and out of the repurposed wreck. Capocollo was at work in his open air kitchen, grilling free food on wide, flat stones for hungry dragons. Massive cuts of meat smoked on huge hooks, fruits and vegetables were grilled on hot coals, fish was steamed in wrapped leaves, cheese was cut, broths boiled… It took no small amount of self control for Whitevale to continue pushing through the crowd. Proper food would have to wait.
As he entered the ship and went deeper inside, the crowd thinned and the din grew quiet. Here, near the private residences of the clan’s leaders, he passed very few dragons in the hall. That did not, however, help him spot his sister as she snuck up on him.
“Hey, Whitevale!” Nytus sprung out from behind a nearby door, jumping onto him and wrestling him to the ground. He yelped indignantly, but there was little he could do against his sister. Nytus was a proper berserker, pure muscle and strength compared to Whitevale’s less physical magical talents. “I was wondering where you ran off to after you left me to take care of all the docking by myself.”
“I went to see Titania!” Whitevale squirmed until Nytus relented and let him up. He huffed indignantly.
“I don’t really get what all the fuss is about.” Nytus shrugged and fell in step alongside her brother. “Even if she can figure out how to make an Eye, we wouldn’t get an airship out of it. At least not for a few other years. Even retrofitting the Fury of the Gale would take some time.”
“I can’t believe you aren’t more excited about this.” Whitevale huffed. “Think about it. If we could find the right mix of engineering and magic, we could create as many Eyes as we wanted. The Rivensong could have an entire fleet of airships. Raiding season could be twice as long.”
“It is a nice thought, don’t get me wrong. But building a proper airship takes more than its engine. Even if we had a hundred Eyes, it takes years to construct an airship. We don’t have the proper docks for it. It'd require restructuring our entire harbor, and in the meantime, it’d all have to be closed.” Nytus shrugged. “I like the idea. But I’d rather focus on what’s here and now.”
“Hmph.” Whitevale rustled his wings. “If we started addressing those issues now, then by the time the Eyes are ready then they wouldn’t be an issue.”
“If the Eyes work.”
“You don’t think we can do it.” Whitevale stopped in the hallway, crossing his arms. “You- I thought-”
“Whitevale, it’s not that I don’t have faith in your abilities, or Titania.” Nytus sighed. “But this- you two want to revitalize and reconstruct traditional wind airship engines. This isn’t going to happen overnight. There are ramifications for this beyond our raiding crews. Yes, we could address those issues now, but you’d be hard pressed to convince our parents and the rest of the council to start solving those issues when we don’t have anything to show for it yet.”
“We have made progress. You just haven’t been paying attention-”
“You nearly exploded yourself within the first few hours we were back! Don’t give me that look, I heard about it from Aurrunen.” Nytus shifted uncomfortably. “Look, Whitevale… I do support you on this. I want you to know that. I don’t get the whole magic thing, but you can take as much of the raiding profits as you need. I just- I just don’t want you to lose sight of what we have going on with our crew. It took years to get to this point, and I-”
Nytus looked at the ground, wilting.
“I- I just don’t want you to leave after we just started doing this on our own. We have a ship. We have a crew. We’re so close to earning some real respect, making a name for ourselves. I don’t want to do this without you.”
Whitevale reached forward to pull his sister into a hug. “Nytus… I don’t want to give up on the crew for you. I want to do this because I think it will help us. I don’t want to do this without you either. Now, let’s not keep our parents waiting?”
“Of course.” Nytus smiled. “You know, if you really are dead set on doing this, we could start with just a small dock, built for one ship…”
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