Name: Daurana (dow-ron-ah)

Gender: Female, Age: Immortal, about 24

Born on Planet Twenty to parents Vanya Sengihr and Jolie with some 6th Degree genetic enhancement by Vanya

Intelligence: 99
Education: 45
Strength: 78 in water only
Health: 82 in water only / Body Type 80
Agility: 75 in water only
Reaction: 98 in water, 75 on land

Appearance: 65
Charisma: 72
Social Skill: 73
Aggression: 72
Sanity: 43
Courage: 74

Minor Powers: Water survival, Cold survival, Body Sense, Specialized shapeshift to a speed-swim form only

Major Powers: Senses high (pressure, sound, psionic), Sense water creatures

Special Powers: Control sea life (body type 80 or less only - about human sized), Naturally Immortal

** PAGE NOTES 2024: updated to add all pages 1-4 here originally on geocities/invader_woz/planet20/, and yes this is a collection page now, regardless of rules for prior adopts. ain't no one stopping me, right? **

Daurana splashed onto the shore and rested with her brightly colored fins still dangling in the surf. The big rocks that other creatures basked upon were hers alone today - she told the rest of the local population to just stay away. Today was the day that Daurana was to meet with her father. He was notoriously 'not' fond of sea life, or seas in general, deep water bothered him.

Why then had he chosen to pair up with her mother Jolie, anyway? That was one of those mysteries of life. Zekirans were said to be odd people - and the immortal ones which made up the entire population of this planet's colony were even more odd than their long-dead ancestors.

Daurana hummed a bit, as the sun crept higher in to the sky. It would be closer to noon when they came, she'd arrived in the morning. Her cove was miles away from her mother's, they both liked their space, and they both could communicate long distances using fish and sea life anyway.

But this time, Daurana felt her father long before she saw him. The rocky coastline was apt to be difficult to see over, but he was on his dragon, Ruarth. The blue Dragon Soul dragon was dark, long necked, with sweeping curves to his wings. They landed on the patch of sandy beach, and Vanya jumped off the dragon's back with a smile on his face.

"How is my seafaring daughter?" He asked, almost merrily. This seemed quite odd and out of place for him - though Daurana wasn't really used to seeing him at all. Others spoke of Vanya and said that during his time with a dragon he'd changed significantly. Daurana was born shortly before then, while they were still in space. But even then, Jolie took care of the girl, and Vanya visited.

Perhaps it was that he couldn't - or wouldn't learn to - swim. He said he sank like a rock. How far from Daurana he was, then! Her tail bobbed in the shifting foamy water, and she pulled it around herself to balance.

"I'm fine, father, the water is warm today, and the fish are keeping to the depths. You can see for miles today, up here. I'm not used to that at all." She shielded her eyes, used to the dimmer light below the surface, than in the broad light of the sun. Plus her senses were sharp like his, her vision was a bit too sensitive to light.

"It is pretty bright out," Vanya said. He sat down on the stone outcrop and Ruarth splashed into the water gleefully. The big blue dragon got along with almost everyone that way, playing a silly foil to Vanya's straight ways.

They spoke about this and that - how much did they have in common anyway? Daurana wondered if she could convince him to bring some learning materials to her, things that she missed from the ship. Their colony ship was still in orbit, and the colony itself had been established more than three hundred miles away inland. That made any contact with the normal folk of the colony a bit spotty.

"I think you'll be happy once I get that waterproof comm station working," Vanya said, and Daurana nodded.

"I want to be able to talk to people again! It's... A bit dull out here, sometimes."

"Well you're hardly an animal, Daurana, with just fish and sea birds to talk to I can imagine that it's not exactly challenging to you here." He winked. "Did you know about Tresis and his newest grandchild?"

Stunned, Daurana begged her father for more gossip about Tresis and his weathershaping antics. Apparently he'd been messing with things on the sly and that was causing flooding a thousand miles away across the sea. That led to his daughter Wildstorm meeting up with a cheetah-morph and, well, Zekiran Immortals being what they were, it wasn't long before their union bore spotted, striped and windswept fruit!

Daurana and Vanya spoke about people, the progress that the colony was making in building a smallish city zone fit for not only them but the local Kin types (animal morphs of all kinds, and eminently compatable with Zekiran genes, apparently). The Kin were getting antsy for some changes to the way Humans from other worlds interacted with them, so the Zekians were arranging legal representitives to go to some of the other planets.

"I would be fed up with this treatment too," Daurana said, "after all this time they're still treated like criminals, when all they've done is be born with extra abilities. What madness."

"You can say that," Vanya reminded her, "because your powers and abilities are strongly desirable here, and to us. The Zekirans were always nororiously infertile, so any child was a good child. But it wasn't always so," he said, and looked into the afternoon sky. "We did travel to our home world, once."

Daurana blinked and shook her head at that. "What do you mean?"

"The world of Zekira was not where our people originated," Vanya said. "We made a huge history upon it, but we were not its original inhabitants. The Neresians who died out thousands of years before we did claimed it first. But we ... came from humble origins too. So I can see why the Humans and the other Kin treat their unusual children this way." He sighed, looking at his dark skinned daughter, "I cannot say I approve of it, but I do understand their fears and worries. What if they are brought low because of a revolt? What about their own 'normal' children? Will they become second class citizens if these mutants become pervasive?"

"Those are odd things to say, father," Daurana said. "How could they even imagine doing such a thing?"

"People of all kinds fear change, Daurana." Vanya said. "Our ancestors were the lucky ones. We got off Suul-Sat before the civil wars they had tore it apart. We only learned that the planet we were visiting was our ancestral home because of the leftover genetics and archives our diggers located."

"Get me the information, father!" Daurana cried, "I want to see it! I want to know why we left!"

Excitedly, she swam over to his rock, lurched up onto the stone and hugged him. He was obviousy scared she was going to drag him down into the water, so he stiffened up, but he laughed at himself shortly and embraced his watery daughter.

"I'll be back with it then, once I have the waterproofing done. You'll like it. Where do you want the shelter to be built?" Vanya stood, and Daurana looked around on the shore.

"Well, over there's too narrow for a structure," she said of a nook that otherwise sheltered crabs and starfish. "And that area by the tidepool is way too close to the waterline, it goes under during high tides anyway."

Just then, a wave crashed on the north side of the bay, and a moment later there was a surge of blow-water that funneled into the air nearby. Vanya jumped, and yelped. Daurana laughed, hiding her face in her hands after she realized that he'd never seen a water tube like that.

She explained the way that there were holes in the stone, worn away by time, or in fact as they were volcanic stones anyway, there were probably some tubes already there. The waves forced water through the tubes, and when it got to be high tide, like it was now, the pressure spouted the vapor and water right up into the air.

"But... it's hollow?" Vanya asked. "And it opens to the top of the stones..." He looked over those same flat red brown rocks. "Does the tide get higher than the top of those rocks?"

"No, not hardly," Daurana said, "only to where you see the first nook there," she pointed at one ledge. "But yes, there are caverns and all kinds of hollow tunnels below the rocks. They even go back in a ways, several hundred spans, I think."

That clearly got Vanya thinking, and finally Daurana caught on. "You want to drill into the stone and put a station there?" She said. Vanya nodded a bit, and then turned back to his daughter with a big smile.

"Yes, that would work. And it would bring some of the others here. You might even get to meet a few of the Kin we've been working with. We could do some soundings and see where the best location is, drill out to expose an area, and put the station over it. You could find a place that you would reach by swimming, and we could arrange an airlock or lift. It would be an excellent place for an outpost."

"Or a light house," Daurana said. "The seafarers that do use their boats around here, and there aren't many," she said remembering the three she'd ever met, "say that they don't like coming past my bay because it's got a lot of sharp stones. If you put a light house there, they would be able to navigate better."

Vanya smiled at his daughter, "if you sang a siren's song, they would come back again and again," he laughed.

***

It was almost two weeks later when Vanya returned with a slew of land-bound Kin, Zekirans and machinery.

"We've surveyed from the ship," said one Zekiran, "and it looks as though there should be a tunnel leading to that blowhole there," he waggled his eyebrows as water shot out of it, "and the building could be put up directly over it, power supplied by force of nature."

"As we like it," one of the Kin said. He was a big hippo-Kin, not as huge as an elephant Kin but close. "The shore line always has energy to spare, right?"

Daurana nodded, and noticed how many of the Kin were looking at her. She wore a pretty knit top, so they weren't eyeballing her because she was naked. They were watching her because she was half-fish. The HippoKin came trundling slowly toward her.

"It is nice to meet you, Daurana of Zekira," he said, putting his wide hand into the air in their traditional greeting. He would crush her hand - and almost anyone else's - if he gripped it in a shake.

"And I don't know your name, but it is a pleasure to meet you too. All of you!" She was very happy, and even more pleased because her father had come through with his promise to bring people as well as information. She learned names, places, professions. The Hippo was Baltragar.

"It might take a few weeks to get this all set up," Baltragar announced. "But your machinery certainly is making things more convienent. We will hollow out the tube more thoroughly, and you will have to guide our progress below. If it looks as though we are going to break something that is important, you will have to tell us."

Daurana was happy - finally with something to do more than just swim around and wait for the tides to turn!

***

The lighthouse went up over the next nine weeks, first with the coring and drilling of the tube. That would allow her to directly access the building, without having to get up on land or the slippery rocks and hurt herself or strand herself on the beach. She wasn't a complete sea-creature, she could breathe under water and in the air, but she did not have legs, and her skin would dry out a bit if she wasn't kept nice and wet. Knowing that, the group of workers kept her entertained by dangling their feet or paws into the surf, sending her notes written in plastic marker on waterproof paper, and flirting with her when they were off duty.

She wasn't used to that at all, but she loved it still. She was her father's daughter after all.

The buildings would go up after the main lift was built. Over the lift would be the lighthouse tower, they called in those fishermen and sea couriers to see how tall and how bright it would need to be. The lift would go about halfway up, and let out into the main room of the research station. The station itself was a modern looking white-walled house, fit with enough amenaties that anyone could live there without aid for at least a week. But they would have aid, wouldn't they?

They would certainly have Daurana there with them.

The stone lighthouse went up without hassle, and was turned on almost immediately. The boat men cheered, and then set off for their new journeys. When the station was built, Daurana slipped into the lift and pulled the counterweight cord, moving herself up effortlessly. The water drained as she went up, but when the lift door opened it was to a sloping water-filled room. There was a dry 'island' in the middle, surrounded by the runoff water from the lift. Then, on the far side of the room was a work station that could be accessed from either side of the glass and steel wall.

A sliding door with drains on either side of it kept the water out of the dry side, and Daurana could access the interior of the building by sliding herself into a specially designed sling. It was hung on a curving track and with some effort, Daurana could move herself all through the place. There was nowhere she could get stuck, and no place that she could block off entirely by being dangling there in the sling chair.

"Father," she said to Vanya as he was the first in the building's glass-walled room, "this is fantastic. Thank you so much!"

"That is my pleasure, Daurana," he said. "And here are those records you wanted to see."

He pushed a button on his side of the console, and on hers, the wide video monitor lit up with a directory of information they had gotten from the long-dead planet of Suul-Sat.

"This is like three dreams come true in one," Daurana said, and her father braved the foot-deep water to hug her warmly.

"I have another piece of good news," he said. "Kind of a house warming gift. I was told by the Kin that it is a custom to give things when people have a new house. We didn't do much of that when we were on Zekira." He leaned in and whispered, "we would all have gone broke, everyone had so much property changing hands all the time."

Daurana laughed, and Vanya put a large warm egg into her hands.

"What is this?" She asked.

"Well, it'll open soon enough won't it? And then you will find out." Vanya turned and bid farewell to his daughter for the moment.

Entranced by the gift, Daurana watched the egg until it moved once or twice, then began to make a strange sound. Like the sea turtles and the other creatures who came from the ocean and laid their eggs upon the shore, this egg was going to hatch a live animal - it would hatch in her very hands!

What came from this egg - an egg slightly bigger than her two fists put together - was a green-teal colored dragonet! Tiny, but fully functional - and hungry! She could feel it's hunger immediately, with her powers.

"Vaya," she called the creature. Because it latched on to her voice and her face immediately, the little sea dragon chirped and demanded food from her 'mother'. "I know you can hold your breath, let's go find you something good to eat!"

***

Vaya grew up quickly, and copied every move her 'mother' made. She slipped into the light house lift silently and learned how to use her mouth to pull the counterweight cord. She didn't get much bigger than two spans - about a meter and a half - but she was a precious little friend!

The other scientists, Zekiran and Kin, who stayed at the station were both entertained by Vaya and provided her with some fun. They were rarely serious, those people, even though they seemed to frown a bit more than smile. They would go outside into the salty air and pull in a long breath - and get doused with a splash from Vaya or Daurana - and go back inside laughing.

For a number of months, this was how life at the Cove was.

Then, Daurana noticed that a ship had arrived to dock with the Zekiran colony ship. They were just two large bright lights reflecting in the sky over the sea, but Daurana knew full well what the ship looked like and where it was in orbit.

She went inside, and turned on the communication channel.

"What is going on up there?" She asked, and the young looking Zekiran who answered her grinned wildly at her.

"You're going to love it, Daurana," he said. "But I just got told you can't find out yet. Sorry!" He turned off the comm, and Daurana was left with a wide stare at the blank screen.

"Of all the nerve!" She said, "he hung up on me!" Of course, this meant that she began to wonder. What was it that she would love, and couldn't know about? Was it something special from another world? Or just around the planet? Either would make her tremendously happy - she always loved seeing new things. The shoreline always changed, but always was the same. Coral grew and died, seaweed covered things and then fell back. Colorful plants and anenome made their homes and then were eaten up.

But this... could be something big. Could be anything! And if it was for her, why, that meant that it probably had something to do with the sea. Right?

Right?

Daurana waited, then, for word of what it was...

***

It wasn't too much of a wait. It was morning, a brilliant sunrise that woke the sea with winds carried another creature on that wind.

A silver dragon? Daurana was familiar with most of the dragons of Planet Twenty and there weren't many of those. A male rider - that narrowed it down, but then she realized that he was not a Zekiran, and not a Kin! Who was he? Vaya seemed skittish around the big flying dragon, and lurked below the waves. When the rider dropped from the dragon's back, he smiled and walked toward the foamy shore.

"Hi, I'm Raine...I'm here with a special delivery!" He said, grinning widely. From a pocket, he produces a scroll which apparently shows some names - perhaps locations, for delivery! He's a delivery man? On a dragon? How novel!

He looked at the scroll, carefully reading the names, and glancing at Daurana now and again. Then he apparently saw her name, and said, "Oh yes, there you are." He made a tick mark by her name and then grinned at her again.

"Are you ready?" He asked.

Daurana was almost speechless. What was this? Was this what the ship had picked up? Where had they gone? Mutely, the mermaid Zekiran nodded. Raine walked back to the dragon, who helped him set a large basket onto the pebbly shore.

The basket contained a smooth, dark looking egg. An egg? Daurana's heart raced.

Raine spoke again, capturing Daurana's attention as easily as ever. "Make sure you take good care of your egg, keep it warm and safe, and in a week or two, it may hatch."

He explained a bit about care, and how the hatchling would require a name upon coming into the world. Warm, well, that was easy. The weather was hardly what anyone could call chilly around here, this time of year anyway. The beach winds would kick up and it did rain a bit, but on average it was nice. Turtles laid eggs in the sands here all the time, just north of the Lighthouse.

But Daurana knew that the Lighthouse would be the right place to put this egg. Just in case, because some of the other Zekirans could make sure that if something happened, they would fix it.

"Remember, I'll be keeping an eye on those eggs, they're very special!" Raine said. Vaya had gotten the courage up to poke her teal-colored nose out of the water, and inspected the contents of the basket until Daurana came nearer again.

Daurana finally found her voice. "Don't worry - when you come back to check, I think you'll be proud. I'm so thrilled - my friends must have arranged this for me!"

Raine tilted his head in a nod, and saluted her, then bolted back to his silver dragon. They took off, with a mighty rush of air below the silver's huge wings.

Would it be an egg that could hatch a lovely dragon like his? Or, maybe it would be a sea dragon? Or ... well, the possibilities were endless!

Daurana noticed a small slip of paper with the egg in the nest materials within the basket. On it was a pair of names, in what appeared to be a fine Zekiran script.

~ Clutch 8 ~ Parents Blayze and Celestine ~

"Well, we know your parents now!" Daurana smiled and stroked the surface of the egg. It was growing a bit chill, so she slipped into the water, rose out of it inside the Lighthouse. There, she summoned one of the legged Zekirans to help carry the egg back inside. She didn't want to get the basket or note wet - but they could probably put them both aside once they found a nice place for the egg to rest in the Lighthouse.

"You should thank your father," said one of the researchers, "he and Viridia went out looking for a special egg for you."

"And your mother," said another, a Kin stork, "Jolie suggested the world - Midnight Dreams I think was it's name."

"Oh! Names! I have to think of names!" Daurana said, in a huff, as she slipped around in the wetlock area. She shortly calmed down, and found a list of old Zekiran names and words. Their language had changed a bit over the millennia they had been traveling, because they would pick up words or sounds on different worlds, and use them more than the older true-Zekiran phrases.

"I'd like to know if Khasz is a good name?" Daurana asked, and the attendant who was an immortal Zekiran tilted his head.

"It means 'beloved gift', I think that'd be a good name. It's been a long time since I've heard that word used, too. It'll be nice to have a traditional Zekiran name around the place."

"Feh," the stork Kin snorted, waving his long beak around, "you and your traditions." He turned to Daurana, "but it's a good name anyway."

"I'm glad you approve, Tallord," Daurana thanked him, and Dunste the Zekiran as well.

She fawned over the egg all day, and the next, and the next.... Vaya slowly got used to the idea that she wasn't the only thing in Daurana's life - and together they would guard this precious gift.

Until...

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Daurana's egg has hatched!

The lighthouse was a busy place, when the egg that had been delivered began to shake. The delivery rider, Raine, came back and passed his hands over the egg, and it cracked open immediately!

"Her name is Khasz!" Daurana said, tears in her big eyes. "She's lovely!"

The dragonet was a muted silver color, which the rider from Midnight Dreams explained would change over time, to fit her enviornment.

"So now I can add to the plaque," Daurana said. She dutifully printed another one, which read

~ Clutch 8 ~ Parents Blayze and Celestine ~ Khasz, Female ~

"That will do, yes," the rider nodded and left again. He'd be back, Daurana wanted to impress him.

For the moment, though, she was going to be quite busy with the new little dragonet! She made a clicking noise, it almost sounded like the dolphin Kin that lived in the deep waters. Daurana and Vaya took turns snuggling up to her, keeping her warm.

"I can get used to this," Daurana said, sleepily. "Is this what it's like being a mother?"

One of the attendants, a woman with bright red flame hair and yellow skin, smiled and nodded. They left her alone with the silvery colored hatchling, and waited for her to grow.

"Will you ever slow down?" Daurana asked, pulling on the tail of her 'little' Khasz as she tried to head straight into a tidepool. "That's a sensitive area! There are baby f--"

The silver young dragon turned and snapped at Daurana, and the merZekiran let go of her tail immediately. The dragonet loped away, interest in the tidepool vanished.

"What is wrong with that little thing?"

As if on cue, Raine popped back in and patted Daurana's shoulder. "Khasz is a beautiful dragon, but she's an adolescent." He explained that they were growing quickly now, and would not stop until their color, type and all that changed to its full adult form.

"They're in transition, and she just wants to try everything she can."

"It makes sense, I guess," Daurana nodded, "but she's so.... inquisitive." She shrugged, and then exerted a little of her power on the dragonet. "Come back here, Raine wants to see you again!"

The grey-toned female crept back out from a dark nook, and stuffed her nose into Daurana's hands, her way of apologizing.

"There there," she said, "it's all right. Go to him, I want to see what comes next!"

"Next," Raine said, holding his hands over the dragon, "is this!"

Khasz turned a lovely aquamarine blue, shimmering hide with a bit of bubbles visible when the sun hit her hide. Daurana exclaimed, "she's beautiful!"

"And she is still growing." Raine warned. "There will be more exploration, until her transformation is complete. Now, I'll leave, and some time soon I'll be back once more."

Daurana nodded, and he vanished, and in that short time, Khasz had vanished as well.

It took all day for Daurana to locate the blue, she'd snuck into the deeper parts of the bay, seeing how deep she could swim holding her breath, which was much deeper and longer than before. It was cold down there, but it felt safer to her somehow. Daurana didn't have any trouble being down that deep, but she worried that the dragonet's type still hadn't quite formed yet. The color was beautiful, hard to see under water but so lovely anyway.

Daurana hugged Khasz's neck, "you'll be so lovely. Let's swim into the surf, Khasz, you'll enjoy that!"

Vaya joined them, then, because she was bored basking on the rocks above. The trio lept into the air and splashed down to the sandy bottom, Khasz found some pretty stones deep below the surf and pushed them to the shore.

"Khasz, those aren't rocks!" Daurana laughed, splashing water on the 'stones' with her tail, "those are sea-slugs!"

When the last of the visiting researchers left for the season, Vaya almost tried to follow them in the wake of their boat. But Khasz lept between the smaller teal colored dragoness and her goal.

Butting her head against her playmate, Khasz dove back down below the water and the other followed her back to shore. Daurana was waiting, smiling and just watching the sunset. The lighthouse was lit, but soon she'd probably shut the light down as there was no more expected travelers for this season.

The thundering typhoons would soon be cris-crossing the inlet and shallow ocean, and it was a good idea for the land-lovers to stick to the higher parts. However this batch of folks had come from across the sea, and would race the storms home.

"I hope they make it back safely," Daurana said, both her dragon partners agreeing with her.

When she turned around though, to head back to the lighthouse and settle in for the night, she saw something familiar flying down from the storm-edged skies.

"Look! It's the elf who brought you to me!" Daurana said, excitedly. She flipped herself farther into the stony shore, the tide coming in quickly. She waved, and hoped that he could land safely.

Fortunately, he and the dragon he rode upon were safe. Khasz swam as close as she could to the shore and gave off a beautiful song trilling of welcome. As before, Raine speaks foreign words to the dragon, and tells a bit about her future. "The time has come for her to learn her legacy - dragons have breath weapons, and she is no different. Once she settles on a good one, you should encourage her to use it to practice. She can only get better at it if she uses it."

Daurana nodded, and once again, Raine took wing and left them with a wave and smile.

Vaya was interested this time, to see her playmate and much bigger friend Khasz shake like she was a land-dog trying to dry off. But instead of flinging water everywhere, her whole body seemed to glow, and now stood before them a wonderful new shape.

Gasping for breath, Khasz plunged into the water and remained there for a while. As the sky grew dark, Daurana was restless. What was taking the dragon so long? She loved to swim, sure, but ... she'd been down there an awfully long time.

The swelling of the ocean grew, as the storms approached. Finally, sure that the building was secure, Daurana slipped down into the water herself, and went looking for her friends...

Daurana's life with her sea dragon friends was steady, and sweet. The lighthouse lab provided her with so much information, but the sea gave her the interesting bits to look at and touch. Vaya and Khasz explored deeply, too deep for the Zekiran to really dive.

Then one day, an odd thing happened. Khasz let off a bellow and blew her fantastic gout of sea water into the air - her Leviathan Fury blast. Normally it would be used under the water, sending a pressure wave in the depths that would churn everything around and move dangerous things away. But this time, it was as though she were heralding an arrival.

Vaya played in the shallows while Daurana hazarded a look out to where Khasz had signalled. And sure enough, there was another water dragon! So different from those that anyone had shown her in the Lighthouse, she looked nothing at all like any other in the sea.

She put her head up above the water, and displayed her beautiful fins. *I am Vii'Bella,* she said with a strange watery accent, *I have seen you here, and I wondered what that ... thing... on the shore is. It intrigues me.*

"That's our Lighthouse! Come see it!" Daurana laughed, "Vii'Bella, this is Khasz and over there is Vaya. I hope you'll stay!"

She did - but she was large enough that getting onto land would never happen. If the Zekirans and Kin in the Lighthouse wanted to study her, they'd have to get wet instead.

She couldn't go that deep, but Daurana's draconic friends assured her that there was someone new under their waves, they were unsure of where he'd come from, but he was quite big, and - according to Vii - quite the hunter. He didn't talk much. Daurana wasn't even sure from the way Vii and the others spoke, that he could form proper words or even mind-signals. But, they liked him. He was closer to Vii's size, and the one time that Daurana got a faint look at him (outlined as he was with his own spotty glowing bits) she was most impressed. His markings were mottled, the dance of extremely faint light upon equally extreme darkness.

They proclaimed his name was Yolly, though whether he responded to it was in question. Little Vaya didn't dare go near him, he was terrifying, he'd eat her. There were plenty of fish down there for him to eat, but telling friend from foe might not be his strong point. He did earn his keep with the Colonists, though, when a stray invader from the Otherspace came, crashed into their waters. Yolly made a very brief appearance at the shallow surface, lept out, and the invading craft was never seen again...

But that was not all that would be happening to the lighthouse and its inhabitants. Yolly wasn't that thrilled with this addition, however the girls were just flabbergasted at how gorgeous he was. Caabaana he proclaimed was his name, and between the glowing pair of males, the bottom of the bay was never going to be the same. At the very least, Caabaana was closer to Khasz's size, and he promptly left her 'gifts' of half-chewed tuna left on the shallows every few days.

It was pretty clear that Yolly, while he didn't much care for this other glowing male, didn't really see him as much of a threat, either - he was three times the little scaly beast's size. What kind of danger could he pose?

**2024 new**

Things had settled into a routine for the next few decades. Many dragons came and went, touring the coast and greeting the unusual sea dragons before moving on. As did Kin and Zekiran tour groups, they felt it much more comfortable now with numerous added sea-faring types to protect them. At some point, though, Jolie nearby had come and gone herself, to a far-off place with Ezust. She'd returned long ago, but for some reason, whatever happened 'then' didn't culminate until much later.

Daurana's mother was excited to announce: "I want to bring one of her children to your cove!"

Daurana blinked with some amount of confusion, as her varied dragon friends looked on from the rocks or pools nearby. Jolie continued, "they have hatched, at long last!"

So when she revealed a silver and rust colored dragonet, Daurana was filled with glee herself.

"His name means unity, and he does look just like both of his parents!" It was true. Also true was that he was more than capable of walking on land, but vastly preferred the watery depths. Equally able to stride on four strong legs, but he could challenge the speediest of swimmers in hard currents or rough waves alike. Egyseg would feel at home here, able to visit his own mother at will.