© Catch Tilly, 2019
He’s a silver, born in the Northern mountains to Mishitae (a silver dragon) and my grandfather (who can shape-change into anything). Silvers are a sentient species, forming communities in the north and occasionally trading (though usually stealing) from the drazim races to supplement their treasure piles. Silvers love treasure.
Faramor’s the size of a house with silver scales covering his whole body, including his wings where they form delicate feathers. His wings are barely larger than his body and considering his size and weight there is no way he should be able to fly. He’s clearly using magic.
Like Myrann and Elouise, silver dragons all have a human form and shift from one to the other effortlessly. Famamor’s a nayndarin when he’s ‘human’ though he only adopts the physical not psychological form. The nayndarin concept of honour, bravery and honesty is foreign to my uncle, who has the ethics of a lower Yaramite thief.
If I wanted to be able to defend myself a silver would be a good choice. Their breath will freeze anything, they have a flexible tail that can grasp prey like a monkey, and sharp claws and teeth and if they didn’t run away at the first sight of danger they would be formidable fighters. But they do, and I’ve got enough trouble with running away without adding a racial imperative.
So maybe a dragon with a bit more aggression.
MY GRANDFATHER, DAELEN TALERI (as a black)
Black Dragons are crazy. Not just insanely aggressive but actually insane. Most people don’t know why but I’ve got some ideas, because Dad can control black dragons, dominating their minds and forcing them to fight for him. Maybe I could do it too, if I could make myself damage another creature like that. The mind inside the elongated skull, with its spikes and double layer of teeth is brilliant, delicate, and holds an ability over time and space that can cross dimensions. And my theory is that’s how the Darazine came to Meldin. They used black dragons, draining them like Dad does, and driving them insane.
Black dragons are alien, (another thing that isn’t common knowledge) and as a fellow stranger to Meldin I’ve always had sympathy for them. They’re smaller than silvers, about ten to 15 sl (yards) long, about half of which is tail, with a wingspan three times the size of their body. Though they use magic to ‘blink’ (teleport) through space blacks have no need of magic to fly.
They only have scales on their head, backbone and tail and are otherwise covered in skin, soft as chamois and easily damaged. Though with a spiked tail, a fire-breathing mouth and finger length claws it’s not easy to get that close. They are ferocious fighters and will attack anything that comes into their territory. That’s probably why my grandfather likes being one.
Though I am at loss to explain how he managed to persuade a silver dragon to share a mating fight with a black.
Producing the next dragon in the family.
NEXT POST: UNCLE MYRANN and ELOUISE
“the dragon watching me when I wake up”