#vessarel

Elaria/Ezra: White Dragon named Archion.

Catherine/Caleb: Blue Dragoness named Narith.

Lydia/Luca: Purple Dragoness named Vessarel.

Samara/Silas: Golden Dragoness named Ember.

Milena/Maven: Black Dragoness named Sayah.

Natalia/Nikolas: Red Dragon named Verath.

Lauren: Green Dragon named Asa.

Aidan: Green Dragoness named Ciyradyl.

Trusts Their Rider (Pretty Much Stays Out Of It):

Iddraras, Archion, and Verath

Teases Them:

Ember, Vessarel, and Ciyradyl

Tests Them:

Sayah, Narith, and Asa

It was dark...

The sounds of distant voices echoing. Reverberating. It wasn’t loud but it held weight all the same.

A feeling, a presence, began worming its way through the darkness. Just a small flicker at first. A building flame that was only growing hotter by the moment. Time speeding up, while seemingly slowing down, everything coalescing into that one moment.

Home.

Partner.

Bond.

Those words echo through the dark confines. Not having any true meaning before now. They had been spoken before— by the voices outside. Distorted but still strong. They had meant nothing. Only a small buzzing sound being associated with them. A glimmer of emotion that should have a deeper meaning before it fizzled out too.

Now everything made sense. The warm presence. The love that was already building— growing like any wild fire. Burning with intensity the longer it remains untouched.

Needed to leave. Needed to reach the source of the flame. To get home. To become safe once more. The darkness had been home for so long. Had been the only thing that meant anything. But now it only meant as an obstacle to the flame.

Needed to get out.

Pressing against the wall did nothing. Giving up was not an option. It couldn’t be an option. Pressing more incessantly, with more force, finally causes a crack. Light spilling in through it. Was that the source of the flame?

No. It was warm but it wasn’t home.

Breaking free only took a few more moments. The hot floor acting as a soft landing pad.

Distorted shapes. The sounds of the others crying out for the light. For the flame. Only a tether, a feeling, pulling them forward. They could not see. Could not bare witness to the source of the flame. They only knew where to go. Where their flames center was.

All that connected them now was the need to reach it.

The need to find home.

To find the flame.

But where would they go?

Archion: It was a detached flame. Flickering with an inner warmth that brought him comfort. He could feel the goodness that resonated within it. That all it wanted to do was help. He had to reach it. To help his flame reach that potential. His mind already reaching out for the source.

Narith: It was a gentle buzzing. An inquisitive flame that burned with an even darker center. Unassuming but all consuming. It needed to know more. Wished to learn all the deepest secrecies of societies long passed. She needed to reach it. Needed to be part of its warmth. To be next to its side. There was no other option than that.

Vessarel: It was an unassuming flame. One that made you believe it was something else. One that attracted many admirers to its outer shell. But few would ever see the inner gold that lay within. She could feel the way it called to her. Caressed her mind with a gentle motion. Filling her with warmth. She has to reach it. She has to be by her flame.

Ember: It was a bright flame. Burning with such an intensity that it almost blinded her. Warmth and love echoing throughout it. Offering kindness to anyone that looked upon it. She needed to reach it. Needed to offer her own shielding. So that flame would never go out.

Sayah: It’s secrecy drew her to it. It’s burning fire drowning in a cloak of shadows. Never letting anyone see the flickering center within it. It’s presence whispering against the wind instead of being a wild fire. A hint of smoke but never anything substantial. She needed to reach it. To wrap herself around it’s sirens call. To be with her flame. To protect it.

Verath: It was a fiery flame. One that seemed controllable but had a fiery center. One that could explode if given the chance. It was unassuming but it was only a matter of time. He could feel the way it slowly worked around the room. Its presence barely there but would be felt all the same. He needed to get to it. To protect it. To make sure that his flame would have his fire power too.

Asa: It was gentle. Warm. Loving. Offering him care and comfort without saying anything. He could feel the way it whispered through the air. The warm trail that it left behind. Its light like a beacon to all those that gazed upon it. He needed to get to it. He needed to make sure that his flame was never tainted. That it would never lose that warmth.

Ciyradyl: It was angry. So angry. It lashed out against everything. Burning bright with its anger. She could see the soft center that it had. The one it desperately wished to be seen. That it was shrouded by anger for everything that had happened. She needed to reach her flame to soothe it. To make that center come out once more. To make her flame whole again.

They are specific...

Archion has snow white scales that shimmer like diamond.

Narith has beautiful sky blue scales.

Ember has gorgeous molten gold scales.

Vessarel has deep purple scales that pulls people in. I don’t know the exact shade but it’s dark purple.

Verath has blood red scales.

Sayah has deep black scales.

Ciyradyl has emerald green scales.

Asa has dark forest green scales.

Iddraras has bronze scales that are on the lighter side. (But still darkish.)

Hmm... from most to least.

Adore It:

Iddraras, Ember, and Ciyradyl

Don’t Mind It:

Verath and Asa

Would Rather Not: