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Name: Ginevra Galli
Description: Ginevra is tall, with
a tanned skin and muscled body. She has long brown hair she keeps tied
back and braided, large eyebrows and a distinct nose. She has been used to
physical work since she was old enough to help out in the forge of her
father and can hold her own.
Personality: Ginevra is a wily woman. She is a hard worker but knows how
to make others (mostly men) help her out. She is quite upfront about what
she wants and doesn't lead them on though. They might get a kiss for their
effort and if she likes them enough she might take them out to town. She
hasn't met the right man to give her heart to.
Short Bio: Growing up as the daughter of a smith, Ginevra has been used to
heat and sweating. Her mother sells their wares and Ginevra decided early
on that she was more suited to working in the forge than in the
Hobbies: Enjoying the finer things in life (food, drink and soft linens)
Drak: Ore Pirenla (f) from Baskar
Ginevra wiped her brow, grabbed the handle of the tall hammer and prepared
to swing the damn thing at a large piece of metal plating that lay on the
floor. The metal had been heated and flattened repeatedly. Still, Ginevra
wanted it thinner. The more she could spread it out, the easier it would
be to shape and the more it would cost the artists and their wealthy
"Ginevra." her mother called, "You're wanted in the
The female smith looked annoyed to others, but she knew better than to
oppose her mother. The plate in front of her would need to be heated again
soon anyway so she might as well take a break and leave it until later.
Though, maybe that would be tomorrow since she'd lost track of time again.
"Dimitri, can I ask you to put my things away? I don't want to keep
la Mama waiting." she winked to one of the other smiths in the
The burly man grunted out a reply that she took as an affirmative so
Ginevra put her hammer close to the wall and went to the shop without
freshening up. Her mother might expect her to be presentable but then she
should have said so.
"What do you need me for?" she asked as she entered the front
part of their home that housed the shop.
Her mother looked disapprovingly at her and turned back to the person
standing behind her.
"I'm sorry sir, my daughter seems to have forgotten her
Ginevra's mouth twitched but she refrained from telling her mother that
some extra information would have told her more. But unless this man was a
suitor she couldn't think of a reason why she should look her best. No
male smith would be expected to look pristine while meeting a client so
neither should she. Which didn't mean she never got dressed up, just
mostly when she went out into town.
"What can I do for you sir?" she asked and introduced herself.
"We have a project at Baskar Castle that we need some more contractors for."
The man introduced himself as Cilander from Baskar. Ginevra looked
at her mother to gauge her expression. She seemed supportive of the
stranger so Ginevra could accept. Strange. Usually her mother didn't
actually brag about her daughter doing such manual labour. But maybe work
for an actual Castle would be prestigious enough to be allowed. And it
might put her on the map for her own work and not just as an apprentice in
her father's shop. Speaking off, why wasn't her father being asked to
"If you don't mind me then I would be glad to help." she said, a
question in her eyes.
"The Castle specifically asked for young craftspeople so as to not
inconvenience the towns. The project might take up some time."
"When do you expect me?"
About three weeks later, Ginevra
stepped down from the drak that had ferried her to the Castle. Flight had
been a new experience and one she'd hoped to have a few times more. But
she also itched to get started on this project. As she'd been told there
were plenty of young people who'd be working on ways to bring water and
other resources to the castle.
But before she could report for duty, a Fire drak looked her way and said:
a moment pleasze."
"Yes?" she asked, still feeling a bit out of sorts that these
large creatures could speak.
"I think we need you for
the deep cavern as well. Let me get my knight and we'll take your
Drakholm was tucked up into the mountains, not much compared to the grand
Earth Heart Dens that had been the symbol of the unity between draks and
humans for almost two-hundred years. The snow was just starting to fall in
thick, fluffy flakes when the people of Drakholm entered the Great Hall.
It was just large enough for a few draks to watch but most preferred to
hide in their dens due to the incoming storm. Cilander had done a
wonderful job searching for those who could bond, even going outside of
Arvalon and Raidor to do so. The number of candidates were far greater
than the number of draklings; this was not unusual of course, for any
clutch. It was always best to give the draklings a wide variety to choose
The people of Drakholm were excited and it took some time for them to calm
down after Rune stood. He had changed for this event into the best clothes
he had, which was not much compared to a noble. In truth, Revna had
complained about not having something appropriate to wear but he thought
she looked amazing. Of course, he was biased. There were days he still
could not believe Revna was his wife.
"People of Drakholm!" Rune began, his voice quickly rising in
tone over the din of excited voices. "Today marks the first of, what
I hope will become, a long standing tradition. While we are not able to honour
the Festivals, we can still hold the feasts of bonding and welcome the
young that are the future of our homes, our land, and our
A shout went up and he felt a rush at knowing his words could rouse such a
response. Revna was better at talking with a sword - Rune had words. He
turned to his wife, who sat with a grin of pride on her face.
"Without further ado, let us introduce those who stand before you
today in hopes to join the ranks of drak riders of Icarus!"
There was a small murmur at Rune's choice of words - why 'Icarus' and not
Arvalon? However, Rune knew that not all those here today would stay -
though he hoped. It was one thing to ask a farm boy who had lost his
family to the barbarity of Raidor to fight in a rebellion - it was a
different story to ask a foreigner to do so. Not that Rune did not hope
they would but it was not a fight he would ask them to join.
The candidates were brought forward, their name, House (if known or they
had one), and where they were from, read aloud as they took their place in
front of the high table where Rune and Revna sat with the others of noble
standing within the Rebellion. They all wore their best dress or tunic,
often in the colours of their house or home village. Over this they wore a
simple robe with no sleeves in the colors of Baskar Castle - a defiant nod
to the fact of the purpose of the rebellion. For the draklings, Kaivala
and Vasaren would have already informed them as to who they should be more
interested in bonding with, though it was well known that babies rarely
When the herald had finished announcing the dozen or so candidates, who
stood in a line in various degrees of nervousness or confidence, Rune
nodded to the two men at the large double doors which were reserved for
the entrance of the parents and their young.
Kaivala entered, herding four bounding draklings that did not waste any
time in sticking their curious noses into everyone and everything. Kaivala
could not enter fully but a space had been reserved for both the parents
of the clutch. Varasen, Rune's night drak, wiggled in behind his mate and
spread a protective wing around her as the two parents watched their
offspring soon remembered what they were supposed to be doing and quickly
lined up in front of candidates in a semi-perfect line. An ore, earth,
water, and day drakling eventually turned their eyes to Rune who was
smirking at the limited attention span so common of children. These four
were several weeks old already, but they were seeing the other half of the
world - the one with people, for the first time.
Kaivala nodded to him. "My lord, I prethent
Pirenla of ore, Ireenla of earth, Anwenla of water, and Kallaen of the
Rune could not block out the pride of his own drak as Kaivala
presented their first clutch and he had to take a deep breath before
nodding to her. "Your offspring are welcome here, Kaivala." He
turned to the fidgeting hatchlings and grinned. "Let the Feast
As the cheer went up, and the hatchlings darted off either straight to a
candidate to introduce themselves or to stick their nose into something
completely not what they were supposed to be doing, Rune sat down.
Each drakling made their way to the candidates and others, curious and
wide-eyed at this new world of which they were now to be part of. They
asked questions, sometimes endlessly, and reached out with a part of their
mind to get an idea of what each person they met was like. Their mother
had told them that while the seekers brought them people they thought
would make a good rider and bondmate, it did not mean they were limited to
When the feasting and drinking had ended, and the bards were given the
single to clear out the central floor in front of Rune and Revna's table,
Tylar Hardell stepped forward.
"Would the hatchlings please step forward," Tylar said, after
giving an introduction that caused many to snicker or roll their eyes. The
four draklings came to sit in front of him. It was supposed to have been a
line but they were too excited to sit still and ended up becoming more
like a ball of limbs and wings. Tylar gave them the same look he gave his
own kids until they straightened out. Several people chuckled in
amusement. "As per tradition, as your mother introduced you, so you
shall state your choice." He turned to the candidates who, at a wave
of his hand, stepped forward on the opposite side. "There are no
rules that state you must accept their choice, however should you agree,
you are free to step forward and meet them."
His words were cautionary more than something that had, in any known
records, that a human refused a bond. It could happen, theoretically, thus
the warning was part of the speech. With a flourished bow, Tylar stepped
back and turned to Pirenla, the female ore drakling who was staring at the
candidates intently. At her name she stepped forward and walked unerringly
to Ginevra Galli and lowered her head.
"I am Pirenla of ore," the
hatchling said. "Do you agree to be my
Ginevra could not stop the tears forming in her eyes as she
nodded and knelt in front of the drakling. "Oh, I do! You know
that!" Pirenla grinned. Of course she had known Ginevra was her's the
moment they started talking.
The other three draklings paired, but Ginevra was too busy tending to
Pirenla to even notice what went on.
As the cheering subsided, people turned once again to Tylar Hardel who
stepped in front of the new riders with a bow. "The choice is made! I
present to you the new riders of Icarus! Ginevra Galli and Pirenal of
Ore!" He paused, waving a hand to the young woman and her drak while
people cheered and clapped. "Emelisse and Ireenla of Earth! Ricon and
Anwenla of Water! And last, but not least, Kaeso of Drakholm!"
With the final announcement, Kivala and Vasaren bowed to their riders and
left the Hall while the final celebrations were sent into motion. Dancing
and song, as well as drinking the entire stores of mead, ale, and wine
that Drakholm currently had saved up for this one night, would continue
long into the waking hours while a winter storm raged around the small
cliff-side village. In truth, it was mostly because of the storm that many
simply passed out in a corner or on a table so as to avoid walking back
through knee-high drifts of snow.
Years passed while Ginevra and Pirenla trained. In most castles, squire
training would be an overt affair and the young squires would be proud of
their rank. But the strife with Raidor meant that Pirenla and Ginevra had
to move often. But that in itself wasn't bad. Ginevra enjoyed seeing more
of the world and she certainly learned other things while training.
But time flies and Ginevra surely understood that. Was it really time to
return to Dawn Castle? Was Pirenla already grown? It seemed like just a
few days ago that they'd met. Going back to Dawn made Ginevra happy and
sad at the same time.
"I don't want to leave the people here." she told Pirenla.
"We will be
contributing by fighting at Dawn." Ginevra
answered, always knowing just what to say.
"Yes, but these are your people, your draks. I want to help them
too." Ginevra sighed frustrated.
"You'll get vacation time." Pirenla
"Yeah, the princes of Dawn are very accommodating..." Ginevra
felt a little bit better when she continued, "And they're quite the
suckers for a sad story."
"That doesn't sound nice."
Pirenla let Ginevra know.
"I don't mean it in a bad way. I bet they would not be against us
helping. And if not."
"I'll just have to pound them with my hammer." Ginevra laughed.
But she was of course fairly certain she wouldn't have to hit anyone. Her
talents could be used elsewhere. And she would work hard to be useful.
Ginevra didn't mind putting in hard labour when it was needed. And she
seemed to remember there was an armada for people who didn't fight. That
felt like it could be just right for the two of them.
Ginevra and Pirella joined the
Sterre Armade at Dawn Castle as crafters.
As the Sterre Armada is not a fighting armada, she will be travelling
Icarus to build experience.
She will often be found at Baskar since it's cause has touched her heart
and she feels her talents can be of use there.