Thank you!

I spotted a typo in my map.  The Riders HQ is supposed to be Equidron, not “Equidro”.

I’m working on an installment from my character’s point of view. 

Ok, so this is just to put down what everyone said in the world building questions: dragon riders are born with a special dragon feature that Mark's them as a Rider, and I guess when a dragon is born they are taken to the babies and choose one. I guess they just feel a sort of connection. They talk through telepathy. Dragons can breath fire and have a weak spot where the rider first touched them, and are each powered by a certain thing, but also probably have to eat. Also is dragon rider ability inherited?

By the way, I'll probably make one more charrie, if that's ok. Also, since cerinthe left, someone will have to adopt her charries or just make them NCPs. And someone should adopt Heroes's dragon Cricket.

Say there are dragons that are powered by the moon, and dragons that are powered by the sun.  So maybe they should attack on a day when both the sun and moon are out.  At some point Azazel should attack the Dragons and Riders, perhaps he captures a few and those few have to be saved.

Toooooooop!

Okay, let's say that instead of a solar maximum, there's a thing called a "lunar sun." It's where the sun and moon are both very strong, so both sun and moon dragons are both very strong. And the plan can be known to all the dragon riders, not just secret to Lexi. Sound good?

~ Lyra ~

Lyra checked her wrist guard for its dagger and strapped a small sword around her waist.  Then she made her way out of her room, slinging a bow and a quiver full of arrows over her shoulder as she went.

Ever since Azazel had taken the throne Riders had to be properly armed when leaving Equidron.  As she walked Lyra remembered one of the announcements the Equidron Leader had given when Azazel became a threat: “all Riders must be properly armed when leaving Equidron; for the protection of their dragon and themselves.”  Lyra missed the days when she could go on flights with Soror, unburdened by weapons.

She reached the massive doors that closed the entrance to the dragons’ cavern.  Lyra pushed a door open with her shoulder.  She stepped forwards — right into something large and scale covered. “Oh!” Lyra stepped back quickly, “I am so sorr—“.  She stopped as her eyes adjusted to the cavern’s dimness and she saw who she had hit clearly.  “Soror!” Lyra cried.  Soror bent her large silver and blue head down and gently touched Lyra.  “You are late today, Lyra.” she said telepathically.  “I know,” Lyra said back, “I had a meeting to discuss flying tactics with Krift, and then I had to put on my weapons.”  Soror nodded, “Let us go,  Kayda is already flying.”  Together they made their way outside.

Once on the launch platform, where the dragons took off, Lyra swung herself on to Soror’s back and tied the straps that kept her from falling off while flying.  She fastened her hat under her chin and knotted her scarf a little more tightly, “ready.”

Lyra felt Soror’s muscles ripple under her.  Soror’s magnificent wings lifted and pushed downwards in a single powerful movement.  Soror surged into the air.  The joy Lyra always had when flying coursed through her and into Soror.  While flying they were connected in a way they never could be on the ground.

For a few minutes they flew for the pure joy of it.  Even though they had flown together many times neither got tired of the joy of flying.  They circled mountains, dove down to the valleys, and shot skyward like an arrow.  Each one responded to the others movements like one.  Lyra laughed, “we had better do what we’re supposed to be doing.  The Lunar Sun isn’t far away.”

Soro glided towards the desert.  They spotted Lexi and Kayda flying the cliffs.  The desert was a popular place to practice flying.  Where there were no trees to get caught in, of rocks to be cut on. Only sand and cacti.  Most of the Riders had suffered from being pricked by cacti when training.

They reached the desert.  Lyra leaned to one side, and Soror responded.  She banked into a tight spiral.  Soror spiraled lower and lower.  Lyra held her leaning position, her face showed intense concentration.  Closer and closer to the ground they spiraled.  Then, several feet from the ground, Lyra leaned to the other side and slightly forward.  She tried to transition snoothly from one side to the other.  Her transition wasn’t as smooth as she wished and Lyra felt Soror react.  Their upward spiral started slightly wobbly before smoothing out.

Soror reached the top of her spiral and straitened out.  They glided on a thermal, resting before they repeated the process.  Again and again and again.  Each time they were a little better, a little more fatigued, and the day was a little later.

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I hope this works!

When Lyra talks telepathically it is in italics.  When Soror talks telepathically it is in bold.

Yes, Lyra did talk with you character Krift, HeroesofOlympus.  Hopefully that is okay with you. 

Thank you for reading this Admins!  I really appreciate it. 

**Okay, so Rayne is the only one who is neither a supporter of Azazel or a Dragon Rider, so I'm going to take quite a bit of creative freedom on his pieces and on hte culture of Emarya, if that's okay with all of you. Also, is it too late to add another character? Also, I've decided that he is going to be in his mid to late teens. Also, I took the liberty to say that a lunar sun comes once a decade, if anyone wants to change that, I'm fine with that.**

Rayne walked slowly through the streets of Emarya. He, along with all the other inhabitants of the city, was impatiant for the lunar sun. They only come once a decade, and he had been only a small child last time. He barely remembered it, but his sister, although younger than him, remembered everything due to her prodigious memory. She hadn't stopped talking about it all year. The festival, full of brightly colored stalls brimming with delicous food and beautiful merchindise, was the biggest event in ten years. It was ten years ago to this day that Grace, their previous Queen, had disappeared, only to be replaced with Azazel, the current King. 

Rayne didn't know quite what to make of Azazel, even after all these years. He hardly remembered the Queen, except for a kind smile and bright, joyful eyes. Many people had been won over by the charms pf the new King, including Rayne's own parents. But his sister had not been. Perhaps it was only natural. After all, she shared a name with the Queen, and a personality as well. She always told Rayne that behind the charisma and charm and beauty of Azazel, there was a hard, cruel soul that desired nothing but power.

Rayne himself saw nothing wrong with the King. He had always been kind to the inhabitants of his kingdom. Surely the stories Grace told him of his cruelty to the nieghboring Dragon Riders were merely empty rumors. The Dragon Riders were powerful allies. They were eccentric perhaps, but not cruel or harmful, and there seemed to be no reason to harm them. Emarya was a peaceful and prosperous kingdom, and had been so for centuries.

Glancing up, Rayne realized thathe had arrived at his home. It was easy to tell the brightly colored building apart from all the other drab houses on the street. Although his family was not rich, Grace had a knack for creating beauty in the unlikeliest places.

"Rayne! Rayne!" Grace raced up to him, her red hair flying in the breeze. "It's nearly time for the festival!"

"Calm down, Majesty." Rayne was the only one who was allowed to call Grace that. "There's still plenty of time."

The girl's whole body seemed to droop. Even her hair seemed to go limp, although surely that was merely Rayne's imagination. Not that he was very imaginative, but around his little sister, it seemed as though his mind made up the craziest things.

"But Rayne. It OUGHT to be time. It really ought to be."

"It isn't though." He ruffled his sister's hair. "Come on Grace. Mother must have supper on the table now. It's probably getting cold. Come on."

**Once again, if anyone has anything they disagree with or would like to change from what I did, please feel free to do that.**

Before I start, here’s some ideas/questions about Dragon Rider Training. 

- What age do you begin and end your training? Maybe 11-13 through 16-18 years old?

- Is there a school-type place with indoor classrooms and written work, or is it just outdoor and hands-on?  Maybe there is a little bookwork and learning about things like medicine for dragons or something, but mostly outdoors? And there’s probably a final test to see if you are ready to become an “official” dragon rider. 

-I’m planning on making Jasmine be still in training, but already pretty good at flying. 

-I kind of need to get a response on this before I post my first part, so please give me some feedback! Everything so far looks really good, I’m so excited!

-By the way, a tip: if you’re making a long post and don’t want to have to start over if you can’t finish it all at once, you can type everything up in a Google or Word document and then just copy and paste (i'm not sure if you can do this on a phone though).

Name: Grace

Age: 14

Gender/Pronouns: she/her/hers

Dragon Rider, Supporter of Azazel, Inbetween, or Dragon?: There’s no option for this, but Grace, although not a dragon rider, is a vehement opposer of Azazel. 

Appearance: She is small and slight, with pale skin, blue eyes, and red, wavy hair. She is nearly always smiling, and she has a creative look to her. She often wears a patchwork dress in as many colors as she can. She often looks very joyful and excited, even when she is not.

Personality: She is smart and creative. She is nearly always happy, and playful, but she gets very serious when she needs to be. She, like her brother, is very loyal, and sticks with what she believes in no matter what. She has an huge memory. Odd and incredable things always seem to happen around her.

Background: Her brother is Rayne, and, although he is older than her, she always supports him, and is like an older sister.

Shipping: I suppose so.

Other: Are there any other types of magic-y things in this world besides dragons and dragon riders? If so, I’d like to work that in for Grace’s character, otherwise, that’s fine. She seems like the sort of person who can speak to the wind and air and stuff, but if the rest of you don’t want a character like that, I’m totally fine with that. It’s up to you.