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Fire and Snow
Snowfox?
Hmm?
Was that thing you were doing with Flint last night the human equivalent of mating?
Alyx opened one eye and glared at Vira, who gave him a dragon grin and darted across the cave to sit primly next to Breck, who rumbled with chuckles.
You better not have watched us doing that.
I may have sort of peeked. Just a little. What’s the big deal anyway? It didn’t look very interesting.
Well you see, little hatchling, started Breck, adopting a poor imitation of the Dragon Matron’s voice, when humans do that sort of thing they have to do it differently than us far superior dragons because humans are so breakable and—
Where is Flint? Interrupted Alyx, using Ray’s dragon name.
He went out to find food. I hope he finds us something tasty.
Alyx seriously debated the merits of getting up to wash and get his clothes, considering his current unclothed state and the very large entrance to the cave t
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Long Live the Queen
“In here, quick!”
Raielyn crouched down and crawled into the little space that she and Kerr had discovered in the middle of a large rose bush outside their rooms. Kerr was tucked in the middle, sitting cross legged.
“Why are you in here anyway?” she asked, settling down beside him.
“I’m hiding from Xiri.”
“Didn’t you go on a tirade yesterday about how you’re not a child anymore and yet here you are today hiding from your tutor in a rosebush?”
“Semantics,” said Kerr airily, “besides, I wanted to show you something.” He opened his hands, revealing a horrified looking lake bird. It cooed at Raielyn, begging for salvation from its tormentor. She reached over and liberated it from Kerr, reaching into her pocket for a few crumbs from the cookie she’d smuggled out of her morning meal to give it for its trouble. Deciding that anyone who provided cookie crumbs was acceptable, it settled down in her l
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Mirrors and Melancholy
Broken thing it whispers. Cowardly thing
I blink.
Mirrors can’t talk. At least this one can’t, last I checked
It seems to taunt me though, as I stare at the blanket that covers the glass. A bit of green peeks out from the side, part of the colored glass pieces pieced together to look like swimming otters around the edge
I’ll leave the blanket there for now, I think
Shifting my gaze to the seemingly harmless glass bottles of hair oil, combs, brushes and bowls of hair beads and hair pins sitting under the mirror doesn’t do much to improve my melancholy. They seem to be begging to be used, but I haven’t been able to bring myself to pick them up. I want my hair where I can hide behind it, if I want.
A’ma banished me up here because of the terrible cold I’d had, although no one can catch it from me now, but it’s best not to make anyone nervous to bring their children or families in. Maybe I’ll sneak out in the yard a
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Snowfox?

Hmm?

Was that thing you were doing with Flint last night the human equivalent of mating?


Alyx opened one eye and glared at Vira, who gave him a dragon grin and darted across the cave to sit primly next to Breck, who rumbled with chuckles.

You better not have watched us doing that.

I may have sort of peeked. Just a little. What’s the big deal anyway? It didn’t look very interesting.

Well you see, little hatchling, started Breck, adopting a poor imitation of the Dragon Matron’s voice, when humans do that sort of thing they have to do it differently than us far superior dragons because humans are so breakable and—

Where is Flint? Interrupted Alyx, using Ray’s dragon name.

He went out to find food. I hope he finds us something tasty.

Alyx seriously debated the merits of getting up to wash and get his clothes, considering his current unclothed state and the very large entrance to the cave they were in, which revealed that it had stopped snowing, but that the temperature seemed to have plummeted overnight. Finally, wincing and cursing, he inched out from under the blankets and attempted to work the ties off of the waterskin, tied to Vira’s saddle girth against her fire filled belly to keep the water from freezing in the icy winds and high altitudes they were often at. It might be unfrozen, but more curses were elicited as Alyx dumped the frigid water over himself, then quickly dried off and yanked on fur lined flying leathers, and finally got his shivering in check. He coaxed the fire back into existence and settled down, leaning against Vira to wait for Ray to come back. Alyx pulled some strips of leather from the saddlebag, continuing on a project he’d been working on throughout the whole patrol.

Vira leaned over his shoulder to look. What is that?

You’ll see. It’ll be done soon.

A little while later he held it up for her to see: a braided band of leather, with a jewel that looked like starlight given form in the middle. He climbed on her back, then shimmied up her neck to loop it over her horns and tied it, where it sat on Vira’s forehead like a crown.

Ooh it’s so pretty! Where did you get the gem?

My grandfather gave it to me. He claims he got it from a faery queen.

Breck popped his head up from where he had been grooming himself as fastidiously as any cat. Someone’s coming.

Ray appeared at the cave mouth, the fur on the edge of his hood coated with ice.

Did you bring food? Chorused two very hungry dragons.

“Find anything?”

“A few berries, tried to shoot a hare but it got away. We’ll reach the keep by tonight anyway so our food should last.”

Breck plopped down on the ground with a huff. You disappoint me infinitely.

Ray pulled out a handful of berries, a half smile on his face as some silent argument, or, more likely, insult match ensued in their minds.

Vira sniffed the berries Ray handed to Alyx. Why do humans eat such delicate bland little things Snowfox?

Don’t judge things before you experience them. He tossed one to her, and she caught it in her mouth, her dragon tongue picking up many more flavors from a single berry than his could from several at once.

I suppose they’re not terrible. Of course lovely, juicy, spiced, perfectly roasted meat is much better… She looked at him pointedly and Alyx resigned himself to the fact he’d have to do a lot of cooking when they got back home.

“Ready to go?” Ray had rolled up the blankets and furs from their bed and tamped out the fire.

Alyx nodded and climbed into Vira’s saddle, and pulled his hood up, and a half mask over his nose and mouth.

Breck ran and leaped into the air, gliding between gusts of wind. Vira balanced on the edge of the cliff and then went into a free fall so far she elicited a breathless scream from Alyx. She flapped her wings and shot up so high his stomach did somersaults. Eventually she evened her flight out, growling out dragon laughter at his wide eyes. He smacked her in the shoulder. Don’t do that!

It only made more growls of amusement escape from her as they turned towards home, looking forward to warm fires and soft beds.
Fire and Snow
The characters in this one live in the same world as the characters in Mirrors and Melancholy, but they live in a much different area. They're part of a group of nomadic dragon riders who live along a mountain range that separates the human lands from the lands of the fae, where it can be dangerous for humans to go, and help guard the passages through the mountains. Their dragons are mostly wind and snow dragons, who are silver or white for the most part, and also live nomadically, even if they don't have any humans living with them.
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“In here, quick!”

Raielyn crouched down and crawled into the little space that she and Kerr had discovered in the middle of a large rose bush outside their rooms. Kerr was tucked in the middle, sitting cross legged.

“Why are you in here anyway?” she asked, settling down beside him.
“I’m hiding from Xiri.”

“Didn’t you go on a tirade yesterday about how you’re not a child anymore and yet here you are today hiding from your tutor in a rosebush?”

“Semantics,” said Kerr airily, “besides, I wanted to show you something.” He opened his hands, revealing a horrified looking lake bird. It cooed at Raielyn, begging for salvation from its tormentor. She reached over and liberated it from Kerr, reaching into her pocket for a few crumbs from the cookie she’d smuggled out of her morning meal to give it for its trouble. Deciding that anyone who provided cookie crumbs was acceptable, it settled down in her lap, spreading its magnificent tail plumes over her legs, the iridescent bluish green complimenting the blue silk of her pants.

Kerr tugged at one of the silk ribbons in her hair. “How come you’re allowed to wear pretty hair things but I still have to wear flowers?” he pouted.

“I suspect it’s because you’re more apt to go diving under bushes to catch bugs and animals than I am and Vaara doesn’t want priceless crowns dumped in the lake by accident” Raie said dryly, stroking the bird’s head. She reached over and plucked off a flower petal that had gotten caught on one of the branches and handed it to Kerr and gave him a pointed look.

They both jumped as the branches above them were pushed aside and Xiri’s stern face appeared above them. The bird shrieked and flapped away over the garden wall next to them, going to join the rest of its flock in lazily floating on the mirror-still lake nearby.

“I see you not only insist in skipping your own lessons, but in also corrupting the future Queen of this planet, Prince. Princess, I expected better things from you,” Xiri informed them, no amusement to be found on his face.

“Forgive me if I don’t look forward to your lessons” Kerr snapped, crawling out of the bush, branches further destroying the purple-black roses twined in his hair. Xiri’s sole purpose was to deliberately provoke them so they could learn to control their emotions. Raie and Kerr had taken to comparing him, with his black robes and gray streaked black hair, to one of the huge hunting eagles that terrorized the deep jungle and could grow large enough to bring down hellcats. They had tried on multiple occasions to provoke a sense of humor out of Xiri. So far they hadn’t discovered one.

“I’ll thank you to remember that I teach you perhaps one of the most important skills you will learn,” Xiri said sharply as they sullenly trailed after him.

“Why is it called ‘debating lessons’ anyway? We’re certainly not doing anything like that” Kerr muttered under his breath as Xiri swept through the door to the room where they conducted lessons. They both received pokes on the back for slouching as they passed him. The view from the large windows could have been lovely, but had been completely ruined for the both of them through association of the activities that took place in the room. There was also a barrier over one of the windowpanes from where Raie had hurled a heavy jeweled comb through the glass in a rage the week before, restricting the decorations Raie was now allowed to have in her hair. There was no furniture but for a chair for Xiri for the same reason.

Xiri sat down in the chair and folded his hands in lap, black robes pooling around him. He regarded them both with an expression that could almost be described as delighted anticipation. “Shall we begin?”


Two hours later Raie slouched down, sitting on the floor. Though she and Xiri and quickly escalated to shouting, she’d managed to keep the rest of her temper in check. Now she watched Kerr scream and rage, close to tears with frustration. He’d torn the rest of the flowers out of his hair in anger, the floor now covered in petals. When pushed enough, Xiri had discovered that Kerr could reach a deadly calm and out-argue anyone on any topic, but today was perhaps not one of those days. Xiri had long ago stopped talking and sat, hands still calmly folded in his lap, watching Kerr scream himself silly to wind down from his tantrum. At last he stopped, red-faced and panting, glaring murderously at Xiri. Xiri held up a hand. “We are finished for today, but we are not finished with this discussion.” With that, he got up and left, clicking the door quietly shut behind him.

Kerr flopped down beside Raie. She regarded him. “Are you finished putting on airs?”

“’putting on airs?’ what’s that supposed to mean?”

“Making a scene. I read it in a human book somewhere.”

Kerr scoffed. “I do not make a scene. So far I have a record of exactly zero windows broken. And don’t use human phrases, they’re stupid.”

“You can’t tell me what to do, I’m a Princess” said Raie haughtily, drawing herself up and looking down her nose at him. “Maybe when I’m Queen I’ll make you read Jane Austen as a punishment for anything you do that displeases me.”

“I’ll be sure to hate every second of it.”


Raie leaned back into the cushions and sighed, pushing her bowl away. She offered a piece of melon to the golden furred Cyq who had been waiting remarkably politely on the cushion beside her. It snatched it delightedly and gave her a look of pure adoration. Kerr was lounging on another couch, possibly being held hostage by a Cyq who sat on his chest and made threatening chatters every time he stopped feeding it bits of seeds.

“Do you know what I’ll do if I’m ever high Prince?” said Kerr dreamily, unfazed by the Cyq sitting on him.

“Hmm?”

“I’ll have Xiri sent to some other planet, far, far away.”

“Really Kerr, you must stop making such obtuse statements!” scolded Vaara.

Kerr grinned lazily. “Oops, sorry Vaara,” he said, looking decidedly not sorry.

Raie surrendered her entire bowl of fruit to the Cyq and curled up against the pillows, feeling very sleepy. A breeze swept in off the lake through the open windows and Raie thought she could fall asleep right there…

The doors burst open and a red haired male in a guard’s uniform staggered in clutching his side. It took Raie a moment to realize there was blood welling under his fingers. He collapsed to his knees and gasped, “Queen Lana is dead. We bow to you, Queen Raielyn.”
Long Live the Queen
So, this one takes place in a sci fi universe in the far away future. The characters are the members of an alien race called Ioterrans. They pretty much physically resemble humans, but their society is matriarchal and matrilineal, and they live for tens of thousands of years. The males also carry and bear the children. They are ruled over by a Queen and a high Prince. Their royalty is determined by genetics, so a child of a Queen and a Prince could not be the next ruler unless genetically they are also royalty. So that is what is happening here. Raie and Kerr are the next in line to the throne because they were found to be genetically a Queen and a Prince and their planet's current Queen has no children, and they live together with tutors and caretakers to be trained in court politics, etiquette, etc.
This is sort of a prequel piece. Most of my writing with these characters takes place many years later, with Raie and Kerr's children.

I hope to finish up a big summary list of the culture of the Ioterrans (and similar ethnic groups that are part of their species). I also plan to make a list of all the characters I have for this sci fi world.
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Broken thing it whispers. Cowardly thing

I blink.

Mirrors can’t talk. At least this one can’t, last I checked

It seems to taunt me though, as I stare at the blanket that covers the glass. A bit of green peeks out from the side, part of the colored glass pieces pieced together to look like swimming otters around the edge

I’ll leave the blanket there for now, I think

Shifting my gaze to the seemingly harmless glass bottles of hair oil, combs, brushes and bowls of hair beads and hair pins sitting under the mirror doesn’t do much to improve my melancholy. They seem to be begging to be used, but I haven’t been able to bring myself to pick them up. I want my hair where I can hide behind it, if I want.

A’ma banished me up here because of the terrible cold I’d had, although no one can catch it from me now, but it’s best not to make anyone nervous to bring their children or families in. Maybe I’ll sneak out in the yard and commune with the sheep and chickens. They won’t mind how my face looks, or my cold.

I hear Roan utter some absolutely vile swear words down in the yard. The ewes must have kicked over the milk pail, and if they didn’t, Roan’s language will have curdled the milk anyway. Maybe I won’t go down there. Roan will ruin my attempts at being gloomy all by myself.

The attic I sit in is warm at least, better than Roan has got, or my brother and Marek, where they sit on the beach, tending fires to make charcoal and shucking mussels. Maybe they’ll find a pearl…the attic is kept warm by section of warm chimney stones that passes through at the end of the room, behind the mirror.

At the other end of the room sits a big bed that my father carved designs into when he married A’ma. Shapes of crashing waves and birds frame the bed.

I never met my father. Zann and I were born on the beach where he now sits, after our A’ma fled the Scarred City because my father was killed. Our grandmother and my mother’s best friend came with her, and Biame, the needle monger, my mentor.

It’s getting dark and starting to snow. I light some candles and roll out my bedding to sit on and watch the flames play off the fishnets, hung with seashells and sea glass and other sparkling bits, draped across the ceiling. The candlelight also hits the thick glass windows on either side of the room, their sills lined with more treasures from land and sea. The ceiling is rather steep, but low enough you can only stand up at the peak in this room. Outdoors, the roof is excellent at dumping snow on anyone who opens the front shop door, and when it rains, the carved wood rain animals spit water on anyone who passes too close. But people come to the shop anyway. My grandmother’s herb shop comprises the front room of the house.

On a whim, I drag a small chest over, one of several lining the walls. Some worn dolls and all their household possessions sit inside: small clay pots and baskets and “food” of stones and dried flowers. With these dolls I pretended to be an A’ma. Well, now my A’ma thinks I probably won’t be able to have my own children, another source of my gloom. I might as well repair the dolls. They might be the only babies I get….

The wind picks up and starts to howl. I hope Roan finished his work before now….
Mirrors and Melancholy
So the narrator of this has recently been in a battle and received some very bad scars on her face
She's a member of a race I made up known as Kelpies. They're basically like mermaids/mermen, but can walk on land too, and most live on land, on the coast usually
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