They are the ones whose souls desire freedom. They are those who can both destroy the world and allow it to flourish. They are dragons. Dragons dancing in fire. But the flame is not deadly, but bountiful.
The story of Dayraena of House Gelarion, rid...
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𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘉𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘖𝘭𝘥 𝘝𝘢𝘭𝘺𝘳𝘪𝘢 Chapter X ᴿᵃᵠᶦʳᵒˢ
A misty, overcast morning found her lying in bed. There were no servants in the room, which meant an early awakening. She lay with her arms and legs spread, staring up at the ceiling but not seeing it, once again involuntarily drawn into the maelstrom of memories that had plagued her for the fourth day. It was a peculiar sensation for Dayraena, to be immersed in a past that was not as distant as she would have liked, made her bitter and at the same time happy to realise that those events had already happened and she would not have to face her former troubles and nightmares again. But if not in reality, then in memories... Such an unappealing thought often caused Dayraena to sigh, but sometimes it came to desperate light slaps on the cheeks or forehead in an attempt to drive away unwanted memories that were trying to disturb the fragile peace.
The blanket, crumpled at the edge, fell off, making Dayraena reluctantly rise and reach for it, returning it to its rightful place beside her. Unwittingly noticing the dress she'd worn to Horanario's dinner last night, she was immediately reminded of the topic of conversation, making her mood foul. Dropping her feet to the floor and stretching her stiff neck, Raena stood up and walked across the room, going to the window and gazing out at the distant view of the waking city, where the dark stone road stretched from the palace. The sky, hidden behind a dense curtain of clouds, let in no sunlight, and only in the distance could one see gaps in the canvas. Dayraena thought that now would be a good time to visit Egarax, to lift the beautiful giant into the sky and fly around Qohor, surrounded by a dense forest. The thought was so sweet and tantalising that it was impossible to resist, and Dayraena went to the chest of dresses she had managed to either buy or fit. But there was nothing there suitable for the morning flight. Did that stop Raena? Of course not. The only difficulty remaining was Goranario's permission. She could not leave the castle without his knowledge, and the Magister had warned at dinner that guests should not go out into the city, for it was dangerous. But there was still hope in Dayraena.
There was no one outside the door, only the footsteps of patrolling guards echoing further down the corridor. Dayraena pressed her lips together, realising that she would have to wait for the servants, otherwise she would never find her way to the Magister's house and she would not be able to put on her dress without their help. After calculating the time Nara would be arriving, Dayraena decided to shorten the wait with one of the books she had brought from the library. And, settling down in bed with a large tome on dream interpretation, she set to reading.
"Mistress," Nara called out to her after a while. Dayraena was absorbed in her reading and did not notice the maid enter the chambers. "Your sister wonders if you would like to join her for breakfast."
Gelarion set the book aside and looked at the woman a little confused. Breakfast with Mayrea was completely out of place, and Raena had very different plans, so she had to decline to keep her sister company. She would miss breakfast as well, but realising that, she regretted nothing. As she put on her purple and blue dress, Dayraena asked Nara to braid her hair tightly so it wouldn't get in the way during the flight (if it ever did). And in that moment, she was reminded of Mayrea's words. Words that Goranario would not refuse if she asked him for anything. And it was words she wanted to believe right now.
