#Kyara Sungrasp

[tenebreashember]

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Tenebre Ashembriel Hawksong, daughter of Lord Hawksong and his wife, of House Lightrest, is a veteran Farstrider turned local militia commander in the county of the Kingdom where she was raised. She took the mantle of Commander of the Dawnswatch at the behest of her cousin, Arius, who wanted someone he could trust in the role after the tumultuous events that brought him home. Soon after, she married the heir to House Starsfalling, Ardus Cardalyii, and within a few years the pair of rangers who started as friends with benefits welcomed their first child, a boy they named Spesardus.

It would be years later that they were introduced to the mysterious Kyara Sungrasp, another veteran Farstrider with a shadowed past from a noble house of questionable reputation and still later that they would meet Avander Dawnchild, one of the few survivors of an otherwise defunct House—and one that is more than willing to leave it that way.

[tenebreashember]

Dragon scales

“Avander.”

He startled at the voice behind him, half turning even as his brows went up.  “Something wrong, LT?” he asked as he racked the bow in his hand.  The sun had just cleared the tops of trees and the rooftops of the township, the market slowly waking on a dew-drenched Saturday morning.  For half a second, panic gripped him as he wondered if he’d missed a patrol or other assignment, that Tenebre had sent her looking for him in a sudden fit of worry or something else.  It only took that second for him to assure himself that no, all should’ve been well.

The knowledge that all should have been well somehow made the momentary panic worse.

Kyara held up her hands, as if she’d somehow realized that her appearance had sparked some kind of alarm.  Behind her, the doors to the shop were propped open, admitting the scent of flowers and fresh bread from nearby shops and market stalls.  She wasn’t dressed for patrol, wasn’t carrying her gear.

“Nothing’s wrong,” she said, a brief, rueful smile dawning.  “I actually came to see if you could help me with something.”

His brows knit.  “What kind of something?”  A dozen possibilities flashed through his mind, a few linking back to her family, though he dismissed them one after the other. Over the past year he’d come to know her as well as he’d known any Farstrider he’d ever served with and he was confident that she wasn’t about to ask him to do anything beyond his comfort zone.

Probably.

At least, not in a bad way.

“I was hoping you could help me source something,” she said, drifting to look at some of the items in one of the display cases.  Archers gloves, he realized as he watched her for a few seconds.  “I’ve every intention of doing the crafting myself, but I was hoping you could help me get my hands on some dragon scales.”

Avander blinked. “Dragon scales?  I mean—probably?  Yes?  How much do you need?  But can I—”

“I don’t need much. Depends on the size of what you can lay hands on.  I’ll need equal amounts in reds and golds.”

Chewing the inside of his lip, he held up a hand.  “Let me check and see what’s in the shipment of supplies that just came in.  Sometimes I get—well.  Let me look.  You said not much?”

“Right.  And the harder the better.”

He paused on the way toward the back room, brow furrowing as he peered at her again.  “Lieutenant—Kyara—what the hell are you—”

“Avander.”

“Fine, fine,” hiding his grin, he ducked into the back room to start his hunt.  She drifted after him, leaning in the doorway.

“Have you ever heard of anyone making a ring from dragon scale?” she asked after a few moments of watching him.  “I just—it seemed—”

“I’ve never done it myself,” he said, the wheels starting to turn.  “Heard of it, though, and considering all the other things...might want to talk to someone about technique but I’m guessing you have your own ideas already.”

“A few.  Enough that I feel safe trying, anyway.”

He nodded, cracking open one of the smaller boxes inside of one of the crates.  Scales of varying sizes and colors rasped against each other and he nodded to himself, straightening.  “If you need space to work, you’re welcome to it,” he said as he turned with the box in hand.  “And I’d love to see any prototypes if you’re comfortable.”

“We’ll see if what I’m thinking even works,” she said as he pressed the box of dragon scales into her hands.  “It’s all theory right now.”

“Well, good luck with it.  I know better than to ask what this is about.”

Kyara smiled, gripping the box in both hands.  “Thank you.”

“Of course, LT.  And this didn’t happen.”

Her grin widened and she tapped her nose with a fingertip before she turned and left the way she’d come.  Avander drifted after her, crossing his arms with a bemused smile.

“Congrats, LT,” he murmured to the empty shop, watching as she vanished into the market’s crowds.  “And good luck.”