Vliun & Dera
Name: Vliun & Dera
Gender: Male & Female
Description: Vliun is a regular
highschooler. He's got fuzzy brown hair that doesn't do what he wants it
to do, pimples when he forgets to put on anti-acne cream and some
complexes about his height. He's rather timid, but he's one of the boys
who gets along with everyone. He is neither popular nor bullied. He has
good grades and isn't a total loser when it comes to PE. As such he was a
good candidate for playing Romeo.
Description: Dera is a soft-spoken, bright girl that's just a ted of an
underachiever. She doesn't like school much, but comes and stidues when
she needs to. Her hobbies include skating and chatting. She has a wide
social circle. Though she can't be called a classic beauty with her curly
bright red hair, her milky blue eyes and her bad habit of biting her lips,
she was nominated as Juliet because she was single and most of her friends
have stage fright.
Short History: Vliun and Dera were
in the midst of trying to practice Rome and Juliet, the play for the
annual parent's day. Trying I say because the costumes weren't finished
even if they had less than a week to go. They both still had troubles with
their lines, except for the part that everyone knows by heart because it's
a common quiz-question. And mostly, the two of them felt a bit
uncomfortable around each other because there definitly was some kind of
chemistry between them even if they didn't want there to be.
So standing together on stage, feeling awkward and also excited, the two
of them both wished with all their hearts to be somewhere else. A passing
butterfly flit heared their wish and took it upon himself to grant said
wish by transporting them to Lantessama for the Summer Holiday Clutch.
Certainly, the holiday cavern would have been cramped again with the
candidates that had signed up for this year's summer holiday clutch. There were two
dragons, neither of them the general small size of Lantessaman dragons who
would have certainly felt cramped inside the tiny underground cavern. With
them inside there would hardly be room for the humans, elves, faes, imp
and butterfly shifter to also find a comfortable place to follow the
hatching from, let alone enough airspace.
Out in the open, around the fazzle garden, everyone had plenty of room and none of the
candidates had to worry about not being able to see the eggs that were
laid out in a casual pattern. In between the smaller and larger eggs, fazzles were indeed crawling, walking or dangling, as if they thought the
meadow wasn't colourful enough for these eggs. Flowers in all colours
seemed to have sprouted overnight and them moving only made the whole feel
more like a magical forest. Maybe the summer imp Ha was responsible for
the sudden bloom in flowers, or for the eggs' sudden eagerness to hatch.
Maybe it was the elves, or just bad timing. Either way, it didn't seem
like Lucas would be able to finish his decorations before the first egg
cracked it's shell.
The butterflyts chasing Colora in butterfly form passed over the meadow
again where another two butterfly dragons had hatched. these two, a
yellow-orange female and a red-purple male seemed to be a pair. Cyan was
ready to pull out the sponsors list when the two trailed of to the
candidates. The pair seemed to be headed to Dera
and Vliun, a pair of high schoolers that had been in the midst
of practicing 'Romeo and Juliet' when they had been transported of to
Lantessama. Wormholes and transdimensional passageways were pretty
convenient to the average dragon-adopting place.
"Dera," the female said, "I
am Shiontrelle, would you take care of me?"
"My name is Skiye, Vliun."
the male said, "Please care for me."
"Ok Shiontrelle." Skiye crooned.
"Oh Skiye." Shiontrelle replied.
"Quiet!" Vliun called to the two dragons wooing each other at the entrance
of their living quarters. He and Dera had been trying to get settled, but
lack of sleep caused by insomniac dragons proved to be a big hurdle. It
was hard really, as earthlings to adapt to a place where there was no TV,
no PC, no M&Ms and all those other great letter abbreviations. Even if the
Lantessamans got together occasionally to buy some new stuff, like the
recording equipment and the big movie screen, or the espressomaker in the
cafeteria, it was still a huge step back.
"Did you get them to sleep?" Dera asked from the bed.
"I don't now. For now they seem to be resting."
Dera sighed happily, stretched herself and waited for Vliun to join her.
The two of them had returned home after the hatching. They'd finished
highschool and had made preparations to vanish. That time had been
nerveracking. Try to lie to your parents about moving to some little
remote place where there wouldn't be any communication possible.
Cellphones didn't work on lantessama after all. The only other option
they'd had was to fake their own dead. But Dera wanted her parents to see
her children, wanted to spare them the grief of losing a daughter.
"Maybe one day." she said.
"What?" Vliun asked.
"Tell our families and friends what really happened."
"Maybe." Vliun said, but he sounded doubtful.
"Quiet!" Skiye called from the
"Oh I'm going to kill them!" Vliun called, "Whatever do I have to do to
get a bit of rest?!"
"You want us gone for a bit?"
"I want calm nights."
"That can be arranged." Shiontrelle
grinned and took off.
"Where did they go?" Dera asked.
"We'll be taking perch in the hatching sands
Tata!" Skiye's voice sounded in their heads.
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