Zion

Stats:
Name: Zion
Age: 16
Gender: female
Description: Young and energetic, this tanned-skinned, dark-haired young woman is still growing into her final proportions. Her beauty will blossom over the next couple of years and with her devil-may-care attitude and boundless energy, she's bound to drive quite a few people close to madness with her plans. As a musician, she has embraced the versatility of the guitar. Zion herself, is just as versatile, being able to lead, follow and accompagny at any given piece. On the up side she is being trained for greater things, on the covert side she is being kept safe under the watchful eyes of her cousins after she got into too much trouble on the road. Zion would very much like to return to the more free life as travelling bards but she'll have to wait until she's fully grown.
Family: Zion and her brother Farain (m, 19) are related to just about everyone in the main family because their father was their father or grandfather's youngest brother. Here's a quick list of bloodrelatives: Mirrim (f, 31), Laurence (m, 28), Nioi (f, 24), Rachelle (f, 21), Werner (m, 20), Menos (m, 15) and Ondine (f, 4). And this is without mentioning the inlaws ;)
Instrument: Guitar.
Pets: --
Drak: Forest Tabomro (f) from Abazzu Castle.

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Mind Pairing:
It was not Abazzu Castle’s first mind-pairing ceremony, but it was certainly the first one to which outsiders had been… well, not invited, as such, but permitted to attend. There had been no human visitors to the Abazzu draks for many generations, and the subject of whether they were even welcome had been the subject of some mostly civil debates. It wasn’t the idea of letting people visit that had been controversial; it was letting them watch or participate in mind-pairing ceremonies. The youngest draklings were the most vulnerable members of the clan, after all.
The final decision was thus: outsiders were permitted to be present only with the consent of the parents of the clutch. This allowed every drak pair the freedom to choose for themselves what they were comfortable with for their offspring’s future. The first clutch this ruling applied to was that of Shirezro and Nyquom, who had decided those from beyond Abazzu’s borders could submit themselves as Aspirants. Assuming, of course, that Shirezro gave her blessing to the individual in question.
The estimated date of the hatching came and went. For those who had visited other Castles, where mind-pairings took place within hours or days of the eggs hatching, this seemed unusual. But it was normal here. Choice was paramount. The eggs hatched in private, witnessed only by their mother, and several weeks went by as Shirezro and Nyquom spent time with their offspring, teaching them all they needed to know about how to choose a good bond, and a number of other subjects besides. Only when Shirezro deemed them ready did Nyquom announce to Abazzu Castle and its various guests that the mind-pairing ceremony would take place almost three weeks after the hatching.
That morning, the fog was so thick over the marshes that it almost seemed to penetrate the caverns of Abazzu itself. It seemed much too cold and gloomy for such an auspicious occasion, but it was the date Shirezro and Nyquom had chosen, and it seemed inappropriate to delay the mind-pairing at such short notice. Besides, the draklings were – mostly – eager for the opportunity to meet the Aspirants and make their choices.
The draks of Abazzu gathered at the entrance to the Deep Caverns, along with the Aspirants from across Icarus. No one actually knew how many draklings there were, for the number of eggs was a secret Shirezro had guarded closely, but that was fine. Pairing was not considered essential, and Aspirants left unpaired would be welcome to remain as guests for as long as they wished.
Nyquom came to the entrance first, and sat down at the side, leaving enough room for his mate to present their offspring. It was several minutes before Shirezro emerged, her wings arched proudly over her back as those attending the ceremony caught sight of the draklings. At near three weeks old, they’d lost that initial newly hatched clumsiness, and were better described as a chaotic multi-coloured fur storm that seemed to resist any attempts at order. So much for forming an orderly line behind their mother, these draklings bounded around and over each other, almost vibrating with excitement. Where did one end and the next begin? And how many of these little fluffballs were there, anyway?
“Settle down. I know you’re excited, but the ceremony is important,” Shirezro said, lowering her head into the midst of her over-excited, over-stimulated offspring in an attempt to disperse them. She enjoyed little success.
What did work was the vicious snarl from somewhere in the middle of the bundle, sending a small Wind drakling fleeing from the claws and teeth of an angry Fire sibling. The Earth drakling pushed her way between them, and seemed ready to do what was necessary to protect her smaller sister, but a firm throat-clearing from Nyquom made the whole clutch stop in their tracks.
Now, finally, it was possible to count them. Eight draklings in all. With such a large clutch, predominantly full of trouble-makers, it was no wonder Shirezro and Nyquom were exhausted!
“Sit still and wait for your turn,” Nyquom told them.
Variously coloured hindquarters sank to the floor with varying degrees of reluctance. A green-and-tan Forest variant sat only for a second or two, before jumping back to her feet and starting forward, her eyes fixed on one specific Aspirant. Shirezro had to grab her by the tail to stop her running straight over.
“Not yet.”
“Awww, but I know who I want…” the Savannah drakling whined. “She looks like fun.”
She was not the only drakling who wasn’t inclined to wait. With Shirezro’s mouth full of the Forest-variant’s tail and Nyquom blocked by Shirezro, there was nobody to stop the Earth drakling from leaving her place in the line and bounding over to the Aspirants to pair. Sensing a rising restlessness and impatience amongst the draklings, Shirezro sighed, shifting the Savannah’s tail from her mouth to her paw so that she could speak. Regardless of what she and Nyquom may have planned when it came to presenting their offspring in a particular order, some bums were wiggling more than others, and Shirezro had to simply accept the inevitable. She introduced a rain female. Back at the entrance to the Deep Cavern, the Savannah hatchling felt Shirezro’s paw lift slightly as the Dawn drak watched her daughter mind-pair. And that was all the Forest variant needed. She wriggled free and trotted forward, her tail curled upwards so much that the tufted tip almost reached her back. She half expected her mother to stop her a second time, but Shirezro had apparently just decided to go with the chaos.
Good!
She hated not being allowed to do something, especially something that was good. Obviously if there had been danger, the Savannah would have reluctantly conceded her mother had a point. But all these Aspirants seemed perfectly nice people.
Although she had wiggled with impatience before, now she had what she wanted, she slowed right down, ambling amongst the Aspirants and greeting each one as a new friend. She only stopped when she reached Zion.
“Ooooh, you seem nice. Like the kind of person that isn’t going to make me sit still all day. Bleh. I promise we’re going to be the best of friends, and I won’t make you sit still either. I’m Tabomro.”

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Knighthood:
Tabomro looked smug, but her thumping tail and quivering hind wings betrayed her ecitement. Today she would leave Abazzu and fly to Zion's home at Acicade. From today on they were both considered adults without a need to listen to others.... well aside from their head knight but Zion had assured Tabomro that Mirrim was fair and Paul was not someone who got angry. So things looked up.
As the duo appeared above Acicade Castle, they were met with an abundant number of drak and knight pairs. It soon became clear that this wasn't a warm welcome but a swift response to a threat.
"Should we just land?" Zion asked.
"No! Let'sz join in and help!" Tabomro called back.
"That's more like it!" Zion agreed.
But before they could follow the armada, they were caught by Mirrim and ore Yifeel.
"Okay, down you go!" Mirrim called, "Don't make me report you!"
"We were only going to watch." Zion argued.
"Maybe later." Mirrim said, "There'll be plenty of time to head into danger. I'm in need of your help first."

Tabomro joined the Sonata Armada at Acicade Castle
Mated with (Dennis maybe?)

Stats:
Name: Tabomro
Gender: Female
Species: Drak
Colour: Savannah (Forest variant)
Personality: If anyone could keep up with Zion's energy, it's Tabomro; she can match her bond easily without tiring or becoming frustrated. In fact, Tabomro will eagerly go along with her bond's plans, and will use her creative instincts to improve upon them. Tabomro values her freedom and hates to feel restricted from doing as she pleases. But even if she's frustrated in the moment, overall she is a hopeful drak who makes friends wherever she goes.
Abilities: Verbal Speech, Teleportation, Acid Spitting

the Others:
Mirrim - Paul - Laurence - Nioi - Raphael - Rachelle - Werner - Rya
Farain - Adrienne - Dennis - Zion - Guardia - Menos - Ondine
*Story*

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