Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine; they all belong to the wonderful Anne Bishop. This is a fanfic based on the stories that she created. I have although, created Lorian and Dustivar, given Orian, Dorian, Alanar, Endar and Daemonar Jewel ranks and castes is they didn't have them, and I will do a few other things when I come across some other characters.
The young girl shook her long black curls and stretched her wings. She peered out her window to see what was going on in the grounds outside. It was a bright morning and rather humid. At a knock from the door, she turned around.
"Orian, what are you doing still in your pyjamas? Have you forgotten that you are supposed to be seeing the Queen of Askavi this morning?" the Eyrien woman said, narrowing her eyes at her.
"No Mother, I haven't forgotten. I was just admiring the day outside and I lost track of time," Orian said. You would almost think that I was still a child, she thought, fingering the Red jewel around her neck. I had my Virgin Night a month ago, and I made my Offering last week, so I'm practically grown up and ready to establish my Court. "I'll be down in a minute," she told her mother.
"Well hurry up please, and come down for breakfast."
"Yes Mother."
Orian was a young Eyrien girl who had recently turned 20. She was a Queen and a natural Black Widow, though none of her family knew why because no one else in the family was. They lived in an eyrie in Askavi, and Orian served in the court of the Territory Queen, Lorian.
Orian was lot more powerful than the rest of her family, as she wore Birthright Green descended to Red. Her father, Endar, wore Opal, her mother, Dorian wore Rose, her older brother, Alanar, wore Purple-Dusk and her younger brother, Dustivar, who had had made his Offering very early, wore Summer-Sky. No one questioned her power, though it was unusual.
After breakfast, Orian flew to Queen Lorian's house to find out what the powerful Queen had wanted her for.