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I expect after killing myself with voice control and defunct Internet connection this didn't go through on time. I tried a second time, but it was literally seconds after the fr clock changed . So now I will post post deadline.
One day, the second of House Altais, Naan, was detoured on her way to pick up supplies for her teahouse by a middle aged, at least she supposed middle-aged, dragon named Brunvin. This was not the first time this had happened, nor would it be the last . For some reason this rather unusual clan member seemed to have a most unusual habit of showing up, seemingly out of nowhere, which was rather hard to do to any blood moon dancer, Naan, in particular. Of course that is a whole other story altogether really.
The part of particular importance in this story comes into play when Naan was asked to help navigate his device. She had in the past asked why he came to her for such things if it was supposed to be easy enough for any Dragon to do but usually he simply looked at her, answering her question with a question.
The blood moon dancer's thoughts went to her mother, as they often did and not soon after she was told they had arrived at the destination. Of course it clearly hadn't been where he was attempting to go, one could see that look on his face. It was an all-too-familiar look. But for once she shared a similar look.
A young hatchling, resembling of her kind was looking about nearby. She was observant and intelligent looking, things which Naan did not consider unusual, particularly as she was a wildclaw. However, she was also alone. Sighing, Naan did her best to give her travelling companion the benefit of the doubt.
'Anyone you know? '
Tilting her head , Naan replied flatly. "Luckily for you, no. " She knew he had mild time travelling abilities, among other things. However she did not know, nor care to know how much truth there was in his stories. . Anyway, it was irrelevant. While it had momentarily given her pause, it didn't take her much time at all to realise if time had been traversed it was less than an hour. Give or take a day. But past experience, as well as logic would dictate that was much less likely.
Still, the hatchling before her didn't appear to have anyone looking after it. She simply couldn't leave it, and so after discussing it with the other dragon it was decided that she would take it home. At least temporarily. For Naan there was simple practicality in this choice. This young wildclaw, like her own mother Odette, who also was not born a blood moon dancer, held potential. She knew it could never be a member of House Altais. However, one day the young child could have house and it would do well to have an ally when the day came.
This was a reasonable and logical argument of course, particularly seeing as Naan whilst born in house did not strictly live within it's confines. It meant the young foundling could learn their ways without being privy to all the house's secrets or tricks of the trade. After all, ally or not one does not disclose everything one knows if one wants to maintain an edge. That did not mean Naan would not see to it that the young foundling did not receive a proper education however. (Just one more task, and it wasn't as if some looking after others was entirely foreign to her after all. )
In fact the wildclaw , who had taken to up residence with Naan more or less on a semi-permanent rather than temporary basis , who those around her came to know as Lovet, would often comment on what new skill mother, as she now called Naan, had added to her curriculum , within the company of the handful of trusted blood moon dancers that frequented teahouse, as well as other clan members she had learned would not ask questions, nor repeat what wasn't their's to repeat.
Naan oversaw observational skills, and other things of a more cerebral nature.
Naan also took lead in training her to dance. She couldn't very well ask her older sister. No, that simply would not do . After all, her sister's issues with her were completely unrelated to the poor orphan. However she encouraged the observation of visiting dancers, particularly those with innovative techniques. She even requested the help of males on hand. However, some creativity was employed there. The male skydancers, for example, were instructed 'to critique only. Fixing posture and other areas possibly fatal flaws only as absolutely necessary ' exposing her to other forms of dance employed in the tearoom was also allowed, but not a focal point.
Young Lovet was also educated in herbalism, by Naan, as well as others. She was a quick study. She could heal and harm. She most appreciated the delicate intricacies of it all, though.
For other areas of magic she employed the talents of any number of trusted magically inclined clan members , witchborne and others alike. It gave her a basic level of knowledge in a multitude of areas, and while time would only tell if magic would ever be borne of it, she developed quite a fantastic imagination.
Lovet even learned to make the most delectable treats for the shop, some with occasional added ingredients to inspire truth, or telling of one's secrets. ( Recipes of her own design.) She knew better than to try them on a blood moon dancer of course, as it would be most dishonorable and result in swift punishment.
One day it became clear to Naan their time was drawing to an end. She took Lovet to one of the rooms in the teahouse's living quarters. " Lovet," she said barely displaying emotion. the younger dragon knew it was there though. "It's time, you know. You're nearly grown, and quite talented. But now, I must talk to my mother. What happens then, I can't say. I was not born a wildclaw. It's a very rare gift, but ... Well, I expect you'll be accepted, once you've proven yourself. Granted your own house. But if not, I will find a place for you. I'm sure it will not be needed, though."
Naan was right. Lovet was accepted, and granted her own house.
Naan once again showed no emotion, after all she was loyal to her mother. It would not do to show pride, happiness or even a tear for another head. Especially one she helped to mold.
She had made altais an ally though. for that she knew would likely be allowed to see the new head of house again, and she was right. In fact , as a representative for her house, she presented Lovet with a mate, from good breeding stock, befitting of a head, as she knew it would help her forge additional alliances as well as several gifts not soon after. It helped that Lovet decided to start her house not too far away.
In truth Lovet found life at the top of a new house rather lonely, and things would only get worse. Her children, being wildclaws, were quickly whisked away. It got so that after her second nest, she decided she would only have them as absolutely necessary.
Of course that still left her with very little company. Her mate. Occasionally visits from Naan and others.
Then again she had been taught to look for potential in unconventional places. She may have let it be heard in the company of those without houses there were people, not blood moon dancers, of course that were looking for entertainers, say singers, dancers, oh the odd assassin to do work similar to, but not interfering with any official group's work. (Technically the looking was being done by a third party, and the part about not interfering, that was true. She wasn't raised to be dishonorable, after all .)
She have subtly remarked she knew several skydancers who performed wonderfully, not specifying gender. When questioned around the right company about males she found herself remarking, 'well surely there must be something they can do that would be useful?'
Lovet was outspoken, while never crossing lines, exactly. She embarked on a quest for her lost brother, and found him. She let it be known that she fully supported females being allowed to switch houses for their mates, which was done, but not commonly spoken of , at least not enough in her mind. Seeing as males, were pretty much expected to do such. (Of course she did her part throwing out ideas of equality for all, whenever she could.)
And in an entirely different context was known to say. 'let them eat cake.'
(editing to explain she really did like cake, and other sweets. And putting various, sometimes deadly things in them)
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edited slightly post competition , to fill in about a 10th of the words my software omitted simple stuff that didn't add to anything, just were bothering me, fixed one or two misspellings, made it slightly clearer who was talking doing/things in a few places by inserting names, Also changed a pronoun so was clearer that she found her brother, which strictly speaking probably was not necessary but between my software and myself I made enough mistakes in this thing. there are still plenty of errors, omissions, run-on sentences, incomplete thoughts et cetera. I just wanted to make it slightly more readable for anyone who read it.