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More Dragon Rider Outfits and Other Descriptions!

Again Chatgpt did the hard work. The outfits are for my currently unnamed female dragon rider.

Modern Fantasy Dragon Ceremony Garb

“For the One Who Might Be Chosen”

Silhouette & Purpose:

This is a garment meant to erase expectations — shapeless enough not to invite pride, but noble in its fiber and hue. Designed to blur identity before the dragons so that only essence speaks. No shine. No structure. Only presence.

🌿 Main Garment: The Dragon-Seeking Smock

Material: Homespun organic cotton-linen blend, woven by hand and softened by river-washing. Slightly nubby texture, undyed except for natural plant tinting.

Color: Cool dove-grey touched by the faintest lilac undertone — like moonlight on fog. A subtle match to her Summer palette and moon-linked Taurus Moon.

Shape: Long tunic-style robe that falls below the knees. Loose A-line, slightly oversized. No waist definition, no darting. Side slits for movement, wide sleeves for gestures.

Neckline: A simple split neckline, raw-edged but hemmed by hand. No buttons, no ties — only a slip-on piece. The collar is embroidered lightly in pale storm-thread runes that mean “receptive heart.”

Details: Single large patch pocket stitched at the hip, to carry a river stone or a scrap of wildflower — things that feel like childhood.

🪽 Layer: The Listening Cloak

Material: Undyed wool gauze, brushed soft and whisper-light. Harvested from free-grazing sheep of the Cloudridge.Color: Pale silvery fawn with blue-cool overtones — like mist before morning.

Style: Semi-sheer cloak that ties at the throat with a cord of twisted flax. Hooded, oversized, and pooling. Meant to shroud the wearer until a dragon looks and sees beyond.

Special Detail: Hidden within the inside hem are stitched sigils of stars and scales, using ash-dyed thread — each meant to call resonance without summoning.

🌾 Feet: The Bare-Earth Slippers

Material: Braided flax soles, felted alpaca uppers. No metal, no rubber, no glue — just knot and weave.

Color: Cool heathered mauve.

Fit: Soft and silent — made to tread the dragon circle without sound.

🩶 Hair: Short, Chopped, and Sacred Anyway

Style: Her hair was hacked off by a sibling, uneven and jagged, falling in wild pieces around her ears and nape. But today it is brushed smooth with lavender oil and parted gently to the side.

A single silk ribbon (undyed but sun-washed to pearl) is tied behind one ear — not to fix the hair, but to remind her she is still becoming.

No pins, no fuss. Just honesty.

🌙 Face: Untouched by Paint, But Not Without Ritual

Her skin glows from a river-washed morning and a light dusting of powdered iris root.

A pressed petal of valerian is tucked behind one ear — calming for the moment when the dragons come.

There is nothing applied, yet everything present. The fire in her Leo heart, the patience in her Taurus Moon, the yearning of a child with a silent Sagittarian star rising.

🜁 Essence:

She is dressed in humility but not invisibility. There is something soft and deliberate in her stillness.

She does not ask the dragons to see her.

She simply waits for them to know.

Academy of the Skybound Orders

Initiate Uniform, Year One

Issued to first-year trainees prior to dragon attunement.

🧥 Core Uniform Garment: Standard Cadet Tunic

Material: Mid-weight hemp-cotton canvas — woven for durability, dyed with earth-safe mineral dyes. Scratchy at first, softens with wear.

Color: Regulation “Sky-Dust Grey,” a neutral grey-lavender blend with undertones that incidentally don’t clash with Summer palettes, but still wash most children out a little. Uniformity first.

Cut: Straight-lined, boxy tunic with no waist shaping. Falls to mid-thigh. Reinforced at elbows and shoulders with double-stitch patches.

Neckline: Notched collar with interior fastening loop — no external buttons, no embellishment. Practical above pretty.

Fit: Slightly oversized to allow for growth spurts and movement. Issued with the expectation that it will be outgrown and re-patched several times.

👖 Trousers: Cadet Grade Earth-Woven Slacks

Material: Raw linen twill, densely woven, with flax-fiber lining at the waistband for comfort.

Color: Dusty taupe with a faint lilac-grey hue — matches tunic without being exactly monochrome.

Fit: Loose and utilitarian with a drawstring waist. No tapering. Cuffed at the ankles to tuck easily into boots.

Pockets: Two deep front pockets for chalk, charcoal, or dried fruit — often filled with crumbs or dragonscale samples by the week’s end.

🥾 Footwear: Regulation Skygrip Boots

Material: Waxed canvas upper with hardened hemp-leather soles. No animal products — academy standard.

Color: Storm-bark brown, mismatched to the rest of the uniform on purpose (to keep initiates from growing too attached to their look).

Function: Double-laced for sky harness compatibility. Reinforced toe and heel, made to handle cliff climbs, rope drills, and saddle landings.

🧣 Layering & Accessories

Training Cloak: Issued only during wind season. Mud-grey wool with a clasp at the throat bearing the school’s crest (a dragon eye over open sky). No personalization allowed.

Utility Sash: Worn crossbody. Carries chalk sticks, dragon-signal flags, and emergency first-aid leaves. One color for all initiates: dull indigo.

School Emblem: Thread-stitched on the left chest in matte silver-grey: a minimalist dragon spiral over a mountaintop.

💇‍♀️ Hair Protocol: Functional First-Year Cut

Hair: Her medium ash brown hair has grown out a bit from its choppy earlier years, now resting just below her jaw with uneven ends. Still not quite long enough to tie back — so it’s kept neat with school-issued linen hair bands.

Style: Brushed back and secured with a dull pewter-toned clip or a knotted headwrap (provided weekly and often lost).

Regulations: Hair must not fall into the eyes during aerial drills. Bows, ribbons, and embellishments strictly forbidden for initiates.

🧼 Grooming Standards

Face: Clean, unpainted. Sunscreen salve is applied each morning by staff. Lip balm made of calendula wax may be used in dry season, but must be scentless.

Nails: Short. Painted nails are punished with latrine duty.

🌬️ Essence:

The uniform makes no effort to flatter. It erases the self to train the soul — not as punishment, but as preparation. She may have Leo’s golden heart, Taurus’s rooted soul, and Sagittarius’s gaze fixed skyward — but here, at this early stage, she is only one of many.

Not yet a rider.

But one step closer.

Dragonrider Academy — Year Two Uniform

Designation: Basic Combat Cadet Gear

Issued to all Second-Year students upon entering the combat module.

🩶 Combat Tunic: “Stonewake Layer”

Material: Triple-washed hemp-linen blend with minimal stretch, designed to take damage. Lined with sweat-wicking nettle fiber.

Color: Cold slate-grey, selected to be neutral in sun, fog, and battle-mist. Uniformity overrides aesthetic harmony.

Fit: Loose, square cut — boxy in the shoulders with vented side seams for movement. Dropped hem in the back protects the lower spine during falls.

Structure: Reinforced double-stitching across stress points — elbows, underarms, and lower back. No contouring or shaping allowed.

Neckline: Shallow split-front with a three-toggle closure — practical, secure, and impossible to make “cute.”

🦿 Pants: “Stonewake Combat Slacks”

Material: Same durable hemp-linen blend, with inner thigh patches of padded flaxhide to reduce friction during climbing, riding, and tumbling.

Color: Ash-mud brown, chosen to hide blood, grass, and soot stains alike.

Fit: Tapered toward the ankle with adjustable lacing at the calf — can be tightened to fit inside boots or bracers. Crotch gusset allows for high kicks and mount leaps.

Pockets: Two at the thigh, one at the hip. All fastened with wooden toggle loops, no brass or shine permitted.

🥾 Boots: “Cadet Forge-Step Boots”

Material: Waxed barkcloth over hardened felt soles. Fully plant-based. Lined with willow wool for shock absorption.

Color: Dust-bark grey with a green undertone. Always a half-tone off from the rest of the outfit to remind cadets that feet are the foundation of combat.

Function: Flat tread with ankle support and arch stiffening — not meant for beauty, only for landings, lunges, and running drills.

🦺 Protective Gear (Issued for Sparring Days)

Arm Guards: Bark-resin bracers with woven nettle padding beneath. Tied with hemp cord, not buckled — one size fits none.

Chest Pad: A basic torso harness made of dense reed-fiber panels inside an unbleached linen vest. Scratches like a haystack, but it works.

Knee Braces: Cross-wrapped rawhide and canvas — issued in mismatched pairs due to overuse. No child likes them.

🧣 Training Sash (Rank Identifier)Material: Plain-weave wool ribbon, 2 inches wide.

Color: Second-year cadets wear soft navy. Tied at the shoulder or belt — placement doesn’t matter yet. It will someday.

💇‍♀️ Hair Regulations: Combat Readiness

Hair: Her medium ash brown hair now reaches her chest, grown out from its earlier choppy phase. It has a faint silvery undertone in bright sun.

Style: Always tied back. The academy allows only tight braids or combat plaits. Loose hair is considered a liability.

Standard: On combat days, her hair is divided into two French braids and joined at the nape into a coiled knot. Nothing ornamental, no ribbon — just thread wraps in school-issued storm-grey.

Enforcement: If even one strand falls out mid-drill, her instructor makes her redo her endurance run — twice.

🎯 Cadet Notes

Makeup: Forbidden. Skin salves are issued for windburn or blade rash, but they smell like tree bark and sadness.

Jewelry: None. Piercings must be removed or replaced with blank glass plugs.

Attitude: No flair. No flourish. Only form.

🔥 Essence:

This isn’t where the future rider shines. It’s where she sweats. She’s 12 — and the Leo-Venus warmth and Taurus-Moon grace are still waiting inside her bones like dormant stars.

For now, her shoulders ache.

Her boots rub.

She learns to fall.

She learns to rise.

And beneath the grey, beneath the linen and sweat and scuffed knees…

Her fire is learning patience.

DRAGONRIDER ACADEMY: SELECTION TRIAL UNIFORM

Designation: “Wilds-Issue Cadet Survival Kit – Level Alpha”

Usage: 10-day unassisted survival through the Arcane Wilds — terrain includes mountain mistgroves, mineral flats, whispering woods, feral leyline zones, and dragon-sign territories.Goal: Endure. Navigate. Be worthy.

🩶 Field Tunic: “Greyroot Nomad Weave”

Material: Dense ramie-canvas blend, washed in smoke-bark extract for insect and spell-warding. Heavier than her usual uniform, coarse on the inside, slick on the outside to repel morning dew and spelltrace mist.

Color: Matte stone-grey with undertones of lichen green — chosen for concealment, not coordination.

Structure: Mid-thigh length with asymmetrical hem and hip vents. Elbow-length sleeves with rawhide ties to adjust for weather or wounds.

Extras: Hidden interior loop at the collar for hanging a ley-compass or fang pendant — if you earn one.

🦿 Survival Trousers: “Ashtrail Cadet Fit”

Material: Unbleached flax canvas layered with waxed reedcloth at the knees, seat, and thighs. Tough as bark. Loosens after four days. Until then, it chafes.

Color: Dust-brown with blotchy darkwater patterning (hand-dyed by fourth-year tailoring guild students).

Fit: Straight-cut, shapeless, belted with a three-wrap cord harness at the waist. Pegged at the ankles for heat retention and leech deterrence.

Storage: Five oversized pockets with wooden clasp seals — meant for bone tags, saltstones, dried meat, and fireberry wax.

🥾 Field Boots: “Coldstep Issue 7”

Material: Layered boiled wool over hardened bark-sole. Lined with crowmoss felt to discourage frost or infection magic.

Fit: Heavy. Unyielding. Built to survive frostfang drakes and ankle-deep sludge.

Color: Peat-black. Tongueless and wrapped with rootcord instead of laces — makes less noise in underbrush.

🧣 Outer Layer: “Trialcloak: Stormfade Edition”

Material: Woven mistwool and barkfiber mesh. Water-repellent, flame-dampening, and partially arcane-camouflaged (only lasts 36 hours before fading).

Color: Starts soft grey. Darkens with exposure to trial magic or emotional surges — no one knows why.

Fit: Oversized, hooded, and shapeless. Can double as a tarp or sleeping cover. Sash sewn into interior lining for binding wounds or securing captured items.

Special Note: The cloak records damage — every rip, stain, or burn becomes a mark of passage.

🎒 Standard-Issue Survival Pack

Pack: Unwaxed hemp-sling backpack with rune-tag clasp. No glamour spells. If it gets lost, you earned it.

Contents (Initial):

1 salt-cured jerky roll

3 firestarter petals

1 glass vial of sleepbane oil

1 bandage spool, nettlecloth

1 compass-shard infused with passive dragonlight1 bone whistle (not for calling help — for signaling you found something)

1 empty journal, rainbound fiber. No pen.

1 talon-shaped trail knife, dull at first. Sharpens only if you do.

🧷 Utility Belt: “Cadet Tier Survival Wrap”

Material: Braided linen-rawhide composite. Stiff, wide, and weighted at the hip with detachable pouches for herbs, runes, or ash powder.

Buckle: Enchanted to only open at wearer’s pulse-signature.

Weapon Loop: Empty, unless you find or earn a weapon in the Wilds.

💇‍♀️ Hair: “Combat Regulation, Wilds Enforcement”

Length: Her medium ash brown hair now brushes the chest — evened out from its earlier uneven cut.

Color: Cool-toned, with silvery ash highlights in the morning light. Catches the sun like polished driftwood.Style: For the Wilds, it is mandatory to braid or bind it. She wears a double scalp-hugging braid crown that joins into a low, rope-wrapped bun at the nape.

Binding: Dyed vine-cord — infused with protective runes and waterproofing resin. Loose strands are scorched off by instructors before departure. (Yes, literally.)

🧿 Face & Skin (Regulation Only)

No makeup allowed.

Protection: Cadets may apply frostmint balm for wind or flame damage, and nettle-spore salve to ward parasites or ley-poisoning. It stinks.

Scent: Earth, wet wool, fear. There is no perfume in survival.

🌕 Essence:

She does not shine here. Not yet.

She does not speak unless needed.

The soft grace of her soul — the Leo warmth, the Taurus loyalty, the Summer-light beauty — is buried under layers of mud and breath and will.

She walks quietly.

She listens to branches.

She watches the sky.

Because somewhere — beyond mist and thorn and time —

a dragon is watching back.

🜂🜄 ACADEMY YEAR III: MULTI-GUILD PATHFINDER UNIFORM

Designation: “Cadet Grade III Standard Combat & Emblemwear — Dual-Bond Customization Enabled”

Purpose: Advanced instruction across aerial maneuvers, bonded formation drills, sacred armsmithing, and multi-guild apprenticeship. Uniforms must withstand full-contact combat, elemental exposure, and formal procession during dragon-mark presentation.

👕 Base Uniform: “Aetherweave Tuniccoat”

Material: Cotton-linen blend lined with breathable rune-stitch gauze for heat regulation and basic elemental deflection. The outer weave is soaked in a moon-wash solution to reduce arcane interference and resist dragonfire residue.

Color: Soft storm-grey base, with lilac-ashen underpanels — a quiet nod to her bonded dragons without veering into flamboyance. These muted tones shimmer gently in moonlight or sunflame, reactive to proximity with bonded dragons.

Structure: Unisex cut — straight through the torso, boxy at the shoulders. Mid-thigh length, side-slit for mobility. This uniform is not meant to flatter. It is meant to endure.

Cadet Crest Panel: Located on the right chest — bearing her trial glyph, rank mark, and guild apprentice circle (currently blank, awaiting formal Guild Declaration).

Decorative Allowance: The left collar is embroidered with dual linework in silver thread — one thread curling in mistwave spirals (Velastra), the other shooting upward in solar arcs (Caelanth). These are earned and sanctioned. They glint softly when she breathes.

🩳 Combat Undergarments

Layer One: Fitted long-sleeve shirt and leggings in cool ecru bamboo-knit — designed to regulate body temperature during aerial dives and resist dragonback friction.

Layer Two: Reinforced cotton-canvas sparring trousers in neutral dusk-grey, padded at the knees, hips, and inner thighs. Oversized and belted with an adjustable slide strap. All hems are bound with dull-silver thread — her bonded dragons’ influence permits this small elegance.

🥾 Boots: “Gravestep Tactical Issue”

Material: Oiled leather softened at the calf for climbing and saddle-grip, with steel-riveted soles for terrain combat.

Color: Cool charcoal-grey with a smoky lavender patina burnished into the toe cap — Velastra’s doing. Her touch altered the dye during bonding ritual.

Feature: A slot on the inner heel for runechip implants (not yet activated until 4th year).

🧥 Flight Harness Overlay: “Drakeform Cadet Rig”

Material: Rawhide-reinforced hemp and soft-fitted woodsteel panels. Designed to distribute g-force pressure during full-flight aerial turns and magical acceleration.

Fit: Crisscross back-halter design, worn over the tunic. Multiple D-rings for blade, charm, or flask storage.

Personalization: The front fastenings are subtly carved — not visible unless up close. On the left clasp: a wave crest and moon droplet (Velastra). On the right: a flame spire and wind current (Caelanth). Symbols were carved by her, during ritual hands-on binding.

🪖 Headwear: “Aetherguard Cadet Helm”

Material: Lightweight silversteel alloy with impact foam lining and kinetic resistance runes.

Shape: Half-helm with open face, winged side plates, and a detachable visor that filters high-flux light and glare from solar bursts or lunar reflection.

Detail: Two enamel pins, permitted in Year III — one amethyst-winged tide bloom (Velastra), one golden crest of sunfire (Caelanth).

💇‍♀️ Hair:

Current Length: Now reaching the bottom of her ribcage — thick, even, and finally grown beyond the awkward cuts of childhood. The medium ash brown shade catches silver and plum highlights in the right light, echoes of her dragons’ elemental bond.

Style Regulation: Third-year cadets must keep hair securely bound. She wears hers in a double-wrapped braid crown that spirals into a low coiled knot, secured with dual sigil pins — one glows softly with a moonlit sheen, the other with a sunset ember. These pins are tuned to her dragons’ presence and warm when they’re near.

Combat Variation: In sparring or wind-drill days, the knot is wound tighter and wrapped in a matte silk ribbon dyed slate-grey with feathered silver edges — academy standard for bonded students.

⚔️ Allowed Accessories (Bonded Students Only)

Sash Cord: Worn diagonally across the chest — woven of moonvine fiber and flamegrass thread. Each bonded cadet must braid it by hand. Hers is delicate and precise. One tassel hangs at the back for Velastra, tipped with a misted crystal bead. The other, shorter and flame-threaded, carries a sunstone chip for Caelanth.

Weapon Embryo Token: A small, unfinished hilt is worn on her belt, forged from mirrored steel and wrapped in pale leather. It awaits activation once her Guild is chosen and the dragons' breath shapes it.

Charm Tag: A silver-inscribed square worn tucked behind the ear, etched with her dragons’ sigils and star-sign glyphs — Leo and Taurus for her, Lunar-Tide and Solar-Flame for them.

🌒🔥 Essence of the Uniform:

She wears it without glamour — yet everything about it whispers of destiny.

She is not decorated for vanity, but etched by meaning — her dragons’ spirits woven into each thread and clasp.

Velastra teaches her quiet precision.

Caelanth teaches her radiant resolve.

She stands on the cusp of choice — not yet a full warrior, but no longer a child.

The uniform does not flatter.

It frames her becoming.

🌿🩹 ACADEMY HEALER’S GUILD UNIFORM: Apprentice Level I

Designation: “Triage Initiate Garb — Emergency Medic Certification Standard”

Function: Identifies students who are permitted to administer basic battlefield care, field triage, stabilization spells, and physical first aid. Apprentices are not expected to lead healing procedures. This uniform grants permission, not command.

👕 Tunic: “Mistborne Field Smock”

Material: A coarse-woven blend of undyed ramie and softened flax — breathable, antibacterial, and resistant to staining. Layers easily under armor or a heavier cloak.

Color: An unassuming washed sage-grey with a greenish-blue undertone — calm, neutral, neither warm nor cold. Faint lilac stitching inside the cuffs, barely visible unless inspected. A quiet nod to Velastra.

Fit: Loose, boxy, and meant to be forgettable. Wide three-quarter sleeves to prevent cuff-drag while treating wounds. Falls just past the hips.

Guild Insignia: A stitched spiral of threadbare white and soft blue over the left breast — the universal glyph for triage clearance. It glows faintly when touched by a bonded dragon’s breath, verifying legitimacy.

🧣 Apron Layer: “Triad Wrap”

Material: Hemp and nettle-fiber weave, pre-scored to be torn into makeshift wraps, slings, or bandage strips. Unbleached.

Style: Worn diagonally from left shoulder to right hip, fastened at the waist with corded toggles.

Function: The apprentice can pull emergency cloth straight from her own garment, in a pinch. Triage is improvisation.

Marking: A small tag stitched beneath the seam — her initials, her rank glyph, and the healer’s vow: “In Stillness, We Stabilize.”

👖 Trousers: “Dustwalker Fit”

Material: Softly brushed cotton-canvas, double-reinforced at the knees and seat.Color: Muted riverstone grey.

Fit: Straight-legged and loose, cropped slightly above the boot for mobility.

Design Note: A small velcroed pocket is hidden just beneath the waistband — used for spirit tags, salve packs, or hands-free charms.

🥾 Boots: “Silentheel Medic Boots”

Material: Vegetable-tanned leather over a wool-cushioned sole, silent when running. Water-resistant and blood-repellent.

Color: Pale slate-grey, with a very subtle violet-grey stitch around the tongue, visible only in direct light.

Feature: Soft interior lining infused with calming balmroot — used to keep apprentices grounded during trauma care.

🧥 Outer Layer: “Sanction Cloaklet”

Material: Lightweight linen-fleece blend, meant for layering.

Color: Misty eucalyptus — the Academy’s universal healing color.

Fit: Cropped at the ribs, no sleeves, fastened by a single wood-clasp at the collar.

Emblem: Two overlapping circles stitched on the back — one moon, one sun — joined by a single line of thread. Symbolizes her dual bond and the balance between stillness and action. It is an unusual emblem, approved by the guildmaster herself.

💇‍♀️ Hair:

Current Length: Medium ash brown, reaching the bottom of her ribcage, finally even and soft in texture, gently layered from temple to ends.

Style: Worn in a low triple-braided ponytail — a healing guild tradition. The outer braids are symbolic of knowledge and technique; the central braid represents emotional steadiness.

Adornment: Tied with a cool grey silk ribbon, gifted to her by Velastra’s bonding ceremony. A tiny silver pin shaped like a crescent ripple is tucked at the nape — not visible from the front, but comforting to touch when her fingers tremble.

🧰 Accessories & Tools:

Satchel: Worn crossbody, deep sage waxed canvas, labeled with a white sigil tag. Carries her field kit: basic salves, bandage rolls, cleansing stones, trauma tincture, and one fire-bonded sealing stone from Caelanth (used once, almost cost her her eyebrows).

Charm Clip: A tiny vial of mistwater (Velastra’s breath) and a bead of hardened sunlight-glass (Caelanth’s fire) — clasped to her apron wrap. The mist soothes; the sun cauterizes. She has not used them yet. She knows she will.

⚠️ Personal Revelation:

She has learned two things.

She can heal. She knows how to stabilize a broken wing joint. She can stop the bleeding. She can do what must be done, especially if her dragons are watching.

She shouldn’t, unless no one else will. Her heart stammers in the presence of blood. Her soul recoils at the way life leaks out. She learned this by failing once, and by surviving that failure. Her hands only reach forward now when no other hands rise first.

She is not the first to the battlefield.

She is the last one standing when no one else remains.

This uniform does not make her brave.

It makes her ready — just enough.

Uniform Description: The Lorekeepers’ Hearth — Guild of Historians, Arcanists & ScholarsIssued to Apprentice: Age 13, Year 3 Cadet

Modern Fantasy Setting — Dragon Riding Academy

Overall Aesthetic:

Practical, ceremonial, and heavy with symbolism — the Lorekeepers’ Hearth uniform prioritizes reverence for knowledge over style or personal comfort. Robes are layered, pockets are many, and everything is designed to withstand long hours in archives, magical labs, or sacred ruins. Apprenticeship rank is signified by the detailing of one’s mantle and satchel straps, not fit or flair.

✦ Core Garment:

Scholar’s Undertunic

A long, loose-sleeved tunic in weathered parchment grey, woven from breathable raw linen and soft spun cotton. It's undyed beyond a faint lavender cast from herbal mordanting — purely incidental, but the Lorekeepers consider it a lucky tint. The neckline is high and bound in hand-stitched runic threading, protective against magical residue and ink-based arcana.

Fit: Shapeless by design, hitting mid-thigh, worn over regulation leggings or robe trousers. Slight pleats at the collarbone allow room for spell scrolls to be tucked between tunic and skin, if necessary.

✦ Outer Layer:

Runebound Robe

The formal Lorekeeper robe is a full-length stormy slate blue wool-blend, cut square and heavy, with a large box hood lined in archival parchment-fiber silk (designed to prevent ink or oils from bleeding onto scrolls carried against the chest).

Sleeves are long and cuffed with reinforced elbow patches — stained from ink, oils, and candle smoke. All apprentices wear an identification panel stitched to the inside hem with their name, Guild entry date, and bonded dragon(s) sigils in runes.

The hemline is scalloped at the bottom with protective sigils of memory, preservation, and clarity. These were pressed in silverleaf when the robe was issued, though wear has rendered most apprentices’ sigils faint.

✦ Trousers & Footwear

Scholarly LeggingsSoft dove-grey wool leggings reinforced at the knees and inner thighs for long hours sitting cross-legged. Adjustable drawstring waist — utilitarian, not stylish. Some students scrawl notes on them during late-night study sessions and forget to wash them off.

Shoes:

Low-heeled ink-leather shoes with wrap-around ankle ties and soft soles (ideal for moving silently through ancient halls or echo-chambers). Charms stitched into the tongue to mute footfalls.

✦ Guild Mantle:

Worn over the left shoulder — a folded, rectangular tabard in aged plum, secured with a bronze pin carved with the Lorekeepers’ seal (an open book beneath a flaming quill).

Apprentice mantles bear no edging. Full scribes earn borders of embroidered text in elder script.

✦ Accessories:

Codex Satchel:

Cross-body bag in soft buffalo hide, worn faded and scuffed. Filled with wax-sealed scrolls, spell-recording vials, dragonbone styluses, and the obligatory apprentice codex (bound in grey thistlehide, weighty, and full of arcane footnotes).

Neck Talisman:

Every Lorekeeper wears a personal charm woven with memory-thread, to store flash-glimpses of important readings or visions. Hers is knotted into a silver chain and tucked beneath her tunic — rarely visible, except in emergencies or final exams.

✦ Hair:

Apprentices must keep hair restrained for safety near open flame, ink, or enchantment foci. Hers is now at the bottom of her rib cage — glossy medium ash brown with subtle violet-silver threads in sunlight. It is worn in a tightly braided low crown coil that wraps from ear to ear and is pinned under the mantle, with the remainder twisted into a scroll-like knot at the nape.

Fringe is gently parted, softened to frame her round face — still practical, but refusing to sacrifice dignity entirely.

✦ Personal Notes:

While she has a sharp memory and a deep curiosity for long-lost magical theory, she’s come to dread time in the Hearth proper — largely due to the looming presence of her older brother, the second-in-command of the Guild. His expectations and shadow make the ancient halls feel narrower.

When possible, she takes her codex outdoors, reading from high staircases or the rooftops of the observatory. She prefers learning through touch and intuition rather than his rigid lecturing.

When assigned to projects, she volunteers for field-copying — going to ruins, dragon-nests, or ancient waypoints to transcribe inscriptions firsthand — far from his voice, and closer to the air.

Uniform Description: The Windbound Court — Guild of Scouts, Messengers & NavigatorsIssued to Apprentice: Age 13, Year 3 Cadet

Modern Fantasy Setting — Dragon Riding Academy

Guild Motto: "Where the wind leads, we follow first."— Etched on the clasp of every Court-issued compass.

✦ General Overview:

The Windbound Court values function over form — precision, speed, and adaptability reign over style. Their uniform is sleek, travel-worn, and built to be almost soundless in motion. While older members are known for their cocky pride and tightly knit elitism, the uniform reflects something leaner — the uniform is meant to vanish into sky and scrub, not stand out.

Apprentices wear muted, unflattering cuts that allow for quiet climbing, crawling, or gliding. The emphasis is on utility, and for some—unearned superiority. She can keep pace and hit every mark, but she cannot stand the arrogant posturing of a few silver-pinned elites who act as if wind answers only to their names.

✦ Core Outfit:

Flightweave Jacket

Slim-fit dust-grey jacket made of tightly woven dragonwool (resistant to tears, minor flame, and sudden gales). It fastens at the side with bone toggles and an inner hidden zip. The sleeves are stitched with subtle expansion pleats under the arms to allow full shoulder motion while climbing or flying. Elbows reinforced with soft leather.

The Court’s sigil — a stylized compass rose with open wings — is stitched on the left shoulder in storm-blue thread. No flair. No shine. All function.

Underneath, a sleeveless soft mauve-gray tunic of moisture-wicking cotton is worn, tucked tightly into the belt. The tunic bears no decoration except for name runes along the inside hem. Apprentices are forbidden from customizing this layer until fifth year.

✦ Breeches & Boots:

Grounding Breeches

Worn in ash brown or dull olive, breeches are tight to the thigh and slightly looser at the knee for movement. The fabric is waxed cotton lined with stretch wool. Knees and shins are padded with flexible scale-stitched quilting to lessen impact when falling or skidding.

Stormstep Boots

Laced up to mid-calf with reinforced soles for traction on stone, wood, or dragonhide. A wind-channel rune is sewn into the outer heel — when activated, it reduces the sound of footfalls and channels small updrafts for balance. Apprentices must recharge them with flight energy weekly (or risk falling on their face).

✦ Gear and Accessories:

Skybelt Harness

A fitted leather harness worn over the jacket, including loops and sheaths for maps, wind-chimes (used for silent comms), telescopes, and glyphstones. Apprentices may not yet carry a messenger’s charter scroll but are issued a hollow scroll-case for training purposes. One buckle bears their dragon’s sigil in pressed bronze. She has two.

Message Gauntlet

One glove — on the left hand — woven from windwool and thin chainmail. Contains an adjustable scroll-slot and a compass dial on the back of the hand. Used in aerial navigation, it allows for quick reference while flying.

✦ Hair:

The Court requires hair to be secured against sudden gusts. Her bottom-of-rib-cage length medium ash brown hair is parted cleanly and French-braided into a tight triple-plait crown, wrapping over the head and feeding into a compact low knot at the back — aerodynamic and fuss-free. No loose strands are tolerated during flight drills.

Her round face is left bare of adornment — all jewelry and unnecessary accessories are banned. Her blue-grey eyes are often narrowed against the wind, and she’s learned to keep a pair of tinted sky-goggles hanging from her belt for sun glare or ash storms.

✦ Optional Cold-Wind Cloak:

Issued only during long-haul missions or high-altitude scouting, the whispercloak is a dull slate green with ripstop edging. It can be rolled tightly into a side pouch and flares only when activated by a hover-sigil at the nape. Some upperclassmen use them for showing off — she uses hers only when absolutely required.

✦ Personal Notes:

Though she excels at sky-mapping, thermal gliding, and memory-based pathfinding, she feels out of sync with the arrogant culture of the Windbound Court’s elite scouts — especially those who grew up with legacy connections or think raw charisma outweighs precision.

She once caught a snide upper-year calling her “map mouse” for quietly outperforming him in an obstacle course. She didn’t respond. But she did finish the course, land cleaner, and deliver his dropped satchel to the instructor’s desk before he even noticed it was missing.

She doesn’t hate the skies — just the ones who think they own them.

Uniform Description: The Crimson Aegis — Guild of Combat Tactics & Defense

Issued to Apprentice: Age 13, Year 3 Cadet

Modern Fantasy Setting — Dragon Riding Academy

Guild Ethos: "By will. By steel. By shield or strike."— Carved into the foundation stone of the training halls.

✦ General Overview:

The Crimson Aegis guild is the martial backbone of the academy — where endurance, precision, and response time are valued above all. Apprentices are trained not just in weapons or brute strength, but in tactical defense, close-quarter resilience, and group maneuvering. Uniforms are designed for pure utility, with a blunt, almost aggressive austerity. The outfit is standard-issue — identical cuts, colors, and weights for every apprentice. Individuality is stripped away to train the body as part of a unit.

For her, this uniform is not a badge of pride but a tool — one she’s learned to wear like armor both literal and emotional. In the sparring ring, she finds clarity, and the uniform becomes permission: to fight back, to be unyielding, to rewrite the story others have tried to force on her. Still, she hates how her father walks the perimeter of the training floor, calling names and commands, and never looks twice at her — like she’s just another student. The indifference slices deeper than any blade.

✦ Core Outfit:

Impact-Grade Tunic

Made of padded storm-grey canvas layered over soft but sweat-wicking flax linen. The short-sleeved tunic hits mid-thigh, squared at the shoulder seams for full movement and a somewhat boxy fit. Slits at either side of the hem allow high-kick range and lunging ease.

A double layer of dragonhide mesh lines the chest and back panels, dyed a flat charcoal blue-grey to reduce target visibility during simulations. The guild’s mark — a downward-pointing sword behind a half-circle shield — is stenciled in matte rust-red across the breast.

Compression Undershirt

Beneath, a fitted long-sleeved cotton undershirt in dove taupe, with reinforced elbow patches. Breathable, but protective — the base layer often ends up bloodstained by the end of drills. She wears hers immaculately. Always.

✦ Pants & Footwear:

Grappling Trousers

Soft-waxed cotton trousers in a muddy blue-ash hue, reinforced at the knees and hips with quilted padding. Slightly tapered below the knee to avoid fabric snags during sparring. Small interior lacing at the ankles allows them to be drawn tight beneath shin guards.

Steelstep Training Boots

Thick-soled, iron-ringed boots that lace up to mid-calf, dyed oxblood brown to disguise grime. Heavy enough to condition the legs, but flexible enough to pivot on command. Steel caps are built into the toe — subtle, but painful if you take a misstep or get kicked.

✦ Gear & Accessories:

Redguard Belt

A wide leather belt buckled at the waist, used to clip on weaponry during simulations. Apprentices carry nonlethal weight-matched replicas of their eventual bonded weapons. Hers is a practice polearm she’s named “Memory.” The handle is scarred from use.

Gauntlet Bracers

Worn on both forearms — detachable for practice. Made from boiled leather and inlaid with obsidian-colored scales. Designed to deflect glancing blows or magical sparks. Some apprentices etch tally marks into theirs. Hers are clean. She remembers every hit.

✦ Hair:

Hair must be tightly bound — loose strands are considered both a safety risk and a mark of sloppiness. Her bottom-of-rib-cage-length medium ash brown hair is pulled into a strict coiled braid, looped once at the base of her skull and pinned flat against her head with iron comb-clasps.

For the first few weeks, she had to do it herself, her fingers fumbling. No one offered to help. Now, the braiding is part of the ritual — a silent preparation. When it's coiled, she becomes untouchable.

Her round face remains set in passive neutrality during drills — a mask, practiced and unreadable. But the blue-grey eyes are sharp, watching angles, noting weaknesses. And when she steps into a simulation, she is not afraid of pain. Pain is not the enemy. It’s the proof that she endured.

✦ Emotional Notes:

She’s learned to move first, to hit back, to take up space where once she would have flinched. The first time she knocked one of her tormentors to the floor with a disarming sweep, the silence in the training ring thundered louder than applause. It changed everything.

But her father? He didn’t even look up. Not a nod. Not a pause.

It hurt more than she let show.

So now, she trains for herself — not to impress, not to earn notice, but to survive and win. The Aegis says "no one is above the fight," but they don’t say what to do when the fight is family.

Apprenticeship Uniform: The Umbral Veil — Guild of Espionage, Stealth & Shadowcraft

Worn by the unseen. Designed for the disposable. Memorized by none.

The uniform issued to apprentices of the Umbral Veil is not made to flatter or inspire. It is made to erase. To suppress. To fold the wearer into their surroundings, into expectations, into silence. Especially those who already know how to disappear.

🜃 Core Garments

Tunic: A high-collared, tightly woven sleeveless tunic in a matte ashen slate — slightly too stiff at the shoulders, made to restrict excessive gesture or prideful posture. It's hemmed to mid-hip, split at the sides for silent movement, but cut in a way that never quite sits right on a Kibbe Soft Classic frame—angular where she is curved, straight where she is softly shaped. There’s no embroidery, no rank insignia—only a single row of charcoal stitching over the left clavicle in the shape of an unblinking eye.

Undershirt: Long-sleeved and breathable, in a blue-tinged graphite grey, dyed with herbal compounds to mask scent and body heat. The collar chafes slightly when the wearer sweats from anxiety. Apprentices are expected to “adjust.”

Trousers: Slim-cut, dark smoke-black twill, reinforced at the knees and hips. There is no stretch; movement is something to be earned. Each apprentice must “break in” their pair with use. The waistband cinches too high for comfort, a deliberate method to prevent posture slouching and to make you constantly aware of how you carry yourself. Comfort is for those who are allowed to be seen.

🜁 Outerwear

Cloak: A thin, oil-treated cloak of deep indigo-black, shaped like a half-moon crescent when worn open, meant to break the wearer’s silhouette in low light. The hood droops low enough to shadow the face, but not quite low enough to hide the eyes when her mother is watching. The lining contains secret pockets for scripts, poisons, and shame.

Utility Belt: Slung diagonally across the hip. Holds lock picks, distraction marbles, false coins, and a retractable thread spool for climbing or tying off loose ends. It’s weighty for a 13-year-old and bruises her hip bones if she turns too quickly. Apprentices are expected to “adjust.”

🜄 Footwear

Boots: Low-heeled, soft-leather with obsidian buttons, scuffed to look like they’ve been worn longer than they have. The soles are lined in suede for near-silent movement. Apprentices are warned that they must earn the right to run, and many are made to walk the marble halls barefoot first—especially if their mother says they need to “learn humility.”

🜂 Hair & Personal Appearance

Her bottom-of-ribcage-length medium ash brown hair is not permitted to hang loose in this guild. It must be tightly braided into a crown coil or corded twist pinned flat to the scalp—revealing the roundness of her face and the sensitive curl of her ears, exposing emotion she would rather keep masked. Stray hairs are marked as “disrespectful to concealment” and are often cut off by superiors in a cold ritual of discipline.

She learns quickly to do it herself. Better to get it right the first time.

Her blue-grey eyes are trained not to show alarm or recognition. Expression is weakness. Emotion is a liability. And if your instructor is your mother, emotion is evidence.

🜏 The Unseen Lesson

She learns that she is too good at this.

Not because it calls to her—but because she’s been surviving the Veil of her family since before she could speak in full sentences. She already knows how to flatten herself into the corner of a room to avoid conflict, how to read microexpressions to predict whether her mother will lash out or remain cold. How to match her sister’s lies with a calculated silence so her father doesn’t ask further.

She can tail a target without being seen. She can plant information, frame a narrative, re-write perception with a word and a glance.

And she hates it.

Because her mother teaches languages. And her sister laughs at shadows. And she knows—deep down—that no matter how good she becomes, they will still be there, watching, undermining, calling her dramatic when she’s right and invisible when she needs love.

So she hands in the uniform. Not with a dramatic gesture, but with a bowed head and locked jaw.

No tears. No thank yous.

Just:

“I’ve learned enough.”

And she walks out of the Veil on quiet, bruised feet—never quite the same, but finally no longer hidden.

Apprenticeship Uniform: The Obsidian Mirror — Guild of Seers, Dreamers & Prophets

Worn by those who dwell between sleep and sight. A reflection not of who you are, but who you might become.*

This is not a uniform tailored for flattery or function—it is a garment for passing through thresholds. It whispers more than it states. It clouds more than it reveals. Every apprentice of the Obsidian Mirror learns early that beauty is only part of truth, and truth is rarely beautiful.

🜄 Robes of Dream and Shadow

Core Layer: A draped, semi-sheer tunic robe in soft mist-grey that leans blue under moonlight, lilac under starlight, and silver in torchglow. Cut straight but not stiff, the sleeves bell slightly at the wrists, creating a petal-like flutter when hands move in trance or incantation. It is too long in the hem for someone her age and often brushes the floor—an intentional discomfort meant to teach humility in youth and grounding in vision.

Overwrap: A long, sleeveless cloak-vest of washed charcoal velvet, heavy with woven runes stitched along the edges in glimmering thread-of-shadow—a metallic embroidery that shifts between antique lavender and blue-black. The garment is designed to feel like weight on the shoulders. Knowledge is not light.

Sash: A braided belt of moon-dyed hemp, tinged with the soft hue of stormy periwinkle. It knots over the heart. Apprentices are taught to re-tie it every day before scrying—intention matters more than mastery.

🜁 Accessories & Tools

Obsidian Locket: Issued to each apprentice, an oval disc of polished black mirrorstone hung from a cord at the neck. It is warm to the touch when prophecy stirs. Hers was passed down from her grandmother—the only one with faint star-shaped cracks in the center. She's never asked about them. She doesn’t need to.

Dreaming Veil (for trance rites): A soft gauze hood in pearl-grey, worn during shared Dreamwalks or when training to separate vision from imagination. It blurs the face slightly in candlelight, diffusing identity into archetype. She dislikes wearing it; it mutes her voice, and in it, she doesn’t feel like herself.

🜂 Hair & Face

Her medium ash brown hair, long and fine, is never bound tightly in this guild. Instead, it is worn loose or softly half-pulled back, allowed to flow like streamwater down her back—brushed, never sculpted, reflecting the natural flow of dreams and intuition. Sometimes, elder Seers will tuck dried flowers or moonlace ribbons in her braid during ceremonial sessions, though she finds them fussy and prefers plain pins.

Her cool-toned ivory skin stands out beneath the darker tones of the garb, and her blue-grey eyes, often rimmed in sleep-shadow, reflect too much for someone her age. Elders often say she sees more than she says. They are right.

🜃 The Apprenticeship Atmosphere

Unlike the other guilds, the Obsidian Mirror offers gentleness, though never softness. There is silence here, but not neglect. She is spoken to as if she matters, even before she understands why. She can feel the echoes of her grandmother in the corridors—hushed laughter, sandalwood incense, the scent of moonflower tea. There is warmth here, even when the mirrors chill.

The people see her as herself, and for the first time, she does not flinch under their gaze.

🝊 What She Learns

She learns how to lucid dream and walk the memory-echoes of places long faded. She learns to listen for the voices in still water and read the movement of candleflame. She learns that dreams aren’t lies, but neither are they truths—they are seeds, and she is the soil.She is good at this. Too good.

But she knows.

She knows her power doesn’t end here. That being a Dreamwalker is part of her story, not her whole story. Her Leo Sun blazes too bright to remain cloaked in shadows. Her Sagittarius Ascendant strains against the veils. Her Mars in Cancer aches for action. Her Virgo North Node demands form, not just feeling.

She loves this guild. But she knows she cannot belong to it forever.

🜏 Final Reflection

Before she leaves, the oldest Seer blesses her locket with a single word:

“Remember.”

And so she does.

Not the dreams she walked or the riddles she spoke—but the feeling of being seen, truly seen, not as a mirror—but as a light of her own.

Apprenticeship Uniform: The Loomwright’s Circle — Guild of Weavers, Tailors & Artificers

“To thread is to shape. To shape is to conjure. And what we conjure, we wear.”

This is a guild where texture speaks louder than title, where cloth becomes story and stitches hold spells. The uniform of an apprentice in the Loomwright’s Circle is part workshop, part canvas—functional enough to withstand dye-splashes and needle pricks, but styled with an artisan’s flair. It doesn’t flatter, and it isn’t meant to. It suggests future elegance, but only after the apprentice earns it.

🧵 Outer Garment: The Crafting Smock

The main piece is a long, layered tunic-coat called a spindlecoat, dyed in a soft dusty periwinkle—a hue that aligns gently with her Summer palette but is faded enough to seem half-forgotten. The fabric is a tough linen blend with charmed thread reinforcement, meant to resist both fraying and mild enchantment mishaps. The shoulders are padded with removable panels—more to protect from fabric bolts and stray pins than battle.Patch pockets are everywhere: at the chest, hips, sleeves. Each holds a tool, scrap, or chalk. The coat often smells faintly of lavender wax, wool steam, or copper ink. It never quite looks clean—because in this guild, pristine usually means untried.

✂ Inner Layers

Beneath, apprentices wear a simple tabard shift in washed dove grey or muted plum, meant to keep the body unrestricted for drafting, dyeing, and pattern cutting. The cut is plain and utilitarian, slightly oversized on her 13-year-old frame, cinched only by a woven cord belt she made herself in week four.

Some older students embroider charms along their hems or sleeves—she hasn’t yet. Not because she can’t, but because she’s still not sure what to say with her stitches.

🧶 Accessories & Tools

Measuring Chain: Worn like a necklace but used as a working tool—silver rings along a fine woven chain mark exact magical increments for spell-bound tailoring. Hers is standard-issue, but she has etched tiny stars into the links when no one was looking.

Thimble-Gauntlet: A soft leather half-glove on the left hand with spell-shielding fingertips—a safeguard against enchanted needles or hot metal thread. Apprentices like to brag about how many punctures theirs has taken. She wears hers quietly, marked by blue-silk stitching and a single cracked pearl rivet.

🪡 Hair & Presentation

Her medium ash brown hair is never left entirely loose here—too much risk of thread tangles or seam binding. Instead, it’s pulled into a low twist or coil, secured with bone-carved pins or braided ribbon. Her instructors encourage individual flair, but practicality rules first.

A few older apprentices offered to dye streaks into it with silk-pigment for “artistic identity.” She declined—too much like performance. She prefers subtlety, especially with her cool-toned ivory skin and round face, which often flushes when attention lingers too long.

🪢 Guild Atmosphere & Learning

The Loomwright’s Circle is warm but not coddling. It hums with quiet industry, with magic sewn into fabric bolts and enchantments whispered into pattern templates. The creative energy is freeing—even thrilling—but it can be overwhelming. Her natural precision and sense for visual harmony make her a promising student, especially when drafting silhouettes or refining texture spells.

But something tugs in her—an unease. Is this home? Or is this just comfort disguised as purpose?She loves the feel of working with her hands, of turning a flat sketch into a living garment. She adores the way fabric moves like water when cut well. She respects the legacy. But there’s a part of her that still watches from the outside.

She wonders: Am I weaving my life here? Or am I just basting the edge?

🪞 Closing Thought

There’s a mirror in the back of the apprentice hall. Cracked at the corner. She’s seen herself in it—sometimes smiling, sometimes not. The uniform doesn’t shape her. She shapes within it.

Maybe that’s enough.

Maybe it’s not.

Not yet.

Ceremonial Guild Declaration Uniform – The Verdant Hollow

Modern Fantasy Dragon Riding Academy – End of Third Year

Age: 13, nearly 14 | Guild: The Verdant Hollow – Healers & Restorers

On the evening when stars began to silver the academy’s high banners and dragon wings stilled against the dusky sky, she stepped forward — quiet but certain — in the ceremonial uniform of her declaration. No longer a child apprentice. Not yet fully grown. But already becoming.

✦ The Base Garment

She wore a gown-coat hybrid crafted from fine, breathable magewoven linen in a soft mist-sage tone — the signature hue of The Verdant Hollow. Faint embroidery in ash rose and heathered lavender traced the hems in curling botanical filigree, stylized as bramble and thistle — not delicate, but resilient. The garment was tailored gently to her Kibbe Soft Classic lines: softly shaped at the waist without cinching, with subtly rounded shoulders and lightly flared sleeves that fell just past her wrists.

The back of the coat fanned into a petal-split hem, allowing for ease of movement and the symbolic motion of growth — the opening of something once tightly folded.

✦ The Layering & Detail

Beneath it, a pearl-grey tunic-dress flowed to just below her knees, slit neatly at the sides. The texture was fluid, not flashy — like moonlit water. It shimmered faintly under torchlight but turned matte under moonlight, a fabric touched by a whisper of enchantment from the Moonweavers.

A narrow belt of braided silverleaf ribbon was tied loosely at her natural waist, its ends left trailing — not unfinished, but in motion. She hadn’t arrived at her final form, after all.

Tiny stitched runes — blessings of restoration and emotional clarity — were hidden inside the lining, pressed close to the heart and hips. Only someone looking closely, or touching gently, would notice them.

✦ Footwear & Accessories

She wore dove grey boots with soft soles and subtle lilac lacing that climbed her ankles. They were made for walking gently across sacred spaces — and for standing firm when others falter.Her pin of declaration — the Verdant Hollow crest of a cupped hand cradling a seedling wrapped in mist — was fastened just below her collarbone. Not over her heart, as most would wear it. She wore it slightly to the side — her quiet way of saying, this is mine, but I will not let it define all of me.

✦ Hair & Presentation

Her medium ash brown hair had been brushed smooth, parted slightly off-center, and drawn back into a low braided knot at the nape, secured with silver combs carved in the shape of crescent leaves. Two face-framing tendrils were left loose, gently curled to soften the round edges of her face — not to flatter others, but to feel like herself.

Someone had tried to convince her to wear it up in a formal twist. She refused.

It wasn't vanity. It was agency.

✦ Her Presence

With cool-toned ivory skin, blue-grey eyes, and the gravity of her Taurus Moon anchored behind the warmth of her Leo Sun, she didn’t blaze across the courtyard like others. She walked like a tide rolling in — gentle, but irreversible.

She wasn’t declaring war.

She was declaring sanctuary.

And when she stood between her bonded dragons — Velastra shimmering with emotion, Caelanth burning low with pride — the silvery-green of her robes caught both light and shadow, the breath of water and fire. She looked like someone who could restore what others discarded.

Not just a healer.

Not just a girl.

A soul who chose where she belonged — on her terms.

And in that choice, she glowed.

General Overview:

The weaponsmith uniform is a purely functional design, made for heat, grit, and prolonged physical labor. It isn’t meant to flatter or even feel good — it’s built to protect, to endure, to get coated in soot and sparks and still keep the wearer moving. Apprentices in their third year begin crafting their personal bonded weapon — a sacred task that demands focus, resilience, and reverence for both steel and spirit. Uniforms are standardized and scrubbed of vanity, but by this stage, third-years are permitted to make subtle modifications for fit or symbolic detail.

She doesn’t speak much while working. It’s one of the few places she feels unseen — not in the bad way, but in the peaceful way. No staring, no performance, no expectations. Just the heat of the forge, the clang of the hammer, and the strange comfort of knowing that everything—metal, bone, wood, enchantment—can be made to serve a purpose. Here, her hands matter more than her name.

✦ Core Outfit:

Heat-Dulled TunicA boxy, collarless heavy linen tunic in a weathered ash-grey, bleached pale around the seams from repeated washes and forge smoke. The elbow-length sleeves are cuffed and buttoned tight for safety. It’s intentionally oversized for layering and ease of movement, and stiff from repeated exposure to forge oil and ash.A patch of the guild’s mark — an anvil pierced by stylized dragon claw and flame — is sewn just above the heart, stitched in matte garnet thread. Some apprentices have scorched or singed the patch beyond recognition. Hers is clean, but faded from wear.

Crossback Apron

Worn over the tunic is a heavy leather apron, dyed a deep soot-brown and aged to softness. Cross-back straps and reinforced front panels protect from sparks and metal chips. A pouch panel sits low across the hips for tools — engraving awls, calibration prisms, etching chalk. Most of her tools are in exact, perfect order. Always.

The apron’s hem is often streaked with metallic dust, burn marks, and soft glimmers from magic-forged ore. Apprentices are not required to clean these marks — in fact, they’re considered badges of work. She doesn't flaunt hers. But she keeps every mark.

✦ Lower Garment & Boots:

Twill Forge Trousers

Made from a sturdy undyed hemp-cotton blend, these mid-rise pants are built for hard labor and poor ventilation. Reinforced at the knees with extra padding, cinched at the ankle to tuck into boots without dragging. Covered in graphite smudges and old oil splashes, they’ve gone from pale ecru to grey-bone over time.

Ironhide Work Boots

Thick-soled and dragonhide-reinforced, these boots are mossy-grey brown, with protective toe caps and scorch-resistant tongues. Embossed along the heel: the academy seal. Every pair is heavy, hot, and necessary. Hers are perfectly broken in and silent when she walks.

✦ Gear & Accessories:

Tempering Gauntlets

Worn whenever working with flame-tempered alloys or enchanted metals. Made from flexible runework-treated hide, resistant to burns and minor magical backlash. Slightly too big on her small hands — she double wraps the straps.

Cooling Collar & Kerchief

Due to extreme heat, a linen kerchief is worn knotted at the neck to wick sweat and protect the collarbones. Hers is a faded wisteria-grey, the only visible nod to her Summer coloring — it softens the uniform’s otherwise brutal aesthetic.

Third-years may tuck a symbolic token into the collar. Hers: a thread of silver-blue, taken from a scale shed by Velastra and braided with one of Caelanth’s shed feathers. It’s tiny. Almost invisible. She never mentions it. But it’s always there.

✦ Hair:

Hair must be tightly secured to prevent accidents near flame, machinery, or molten alloy. Her medium ash brown hair, now at the bottom of her rib cage, is always pulled into a low, doubled twist-braid and tucked beneath a heat-treated forge scarf tied around her head — dusty rose-grey with faint ash speckles.

Flyaways are tamed with forge grease and sweat, which gives her a perpetually smudged, lived-in look. Her round face often looks flushed and heat-glossed, with smears of soot on her cheeks. But her blue-grey eyes — they stay clear, sharp, always watching how metal behaves under fire. The forge doesn't lie. And neither does steel.

✦ Emotional Notes:

Here, she is quiet but exacting. She never hammers without precision. Never carves without reverence. She treats steel and scale and bone as sacred — not because anyone told her to, but because it makes sense to.And while she may never craft for the love of combat, she will make weapons worthy of dragons. Hers. And no one else’s.

🔥 Caelanth — Solar Flame Weapon: Solcrest

Type: Radiant Glaive

Core Essence: Fire + Wind

Form Function: Tactical illumination, offense, airborne combat anchor

Description:

Solcrest is a single-bladed glaive forged from platinum-etched skysteel, infused with flecks of molten sunstone and whispering coils of phoenix breath—light, balanced, and deceptively fluid in motion. The blade itself gleams pale gold with a shifting lavender-bronze iridescence, echoing Caelanth’s wings, and its edge pulses faintly with heat in response to emotional ignition—her Leo stellium triggering a flare of willpower into literal flame.

The long haft is wrapped in stormhide leather, its grip tailored to her smaller hands with precision-braided coils for aerial maneuvering. Inset at the base is a mauve-gold sunburst sigil, which glows softly during spells of high wind speed or truth-bound invocation.

Abilities:

Solar Flare Arc: When swung with full intent, it sends out a burst of radiant energy that dispels illusion and blinds deception-based magic.

Dancer’s Ascent: In synergy with Caelanth, Solcrest becomes lighter than air during flight, allowing seamless mid-air use.Heir’s Fire: Activated only in moments of true crisis or courage—it channels her Leo Sun into a protective radiant shield.

Emotional Bond:

This weapon does not rage. It declares. It doesn’t burn recklessly—it illuminates destiny. She doesn’t always feel worthy of it. But when wielded, it reminds her that brilliance need not apologize.

🌙 Velastra — Lunar Tides Weapon: Aethervow

Type: Ritual Blade (Short Sword / Athame hybrid)

Core Essence: Water + Moonlight

Form Function: Emotional shielding, focus casting, close-quarter enchantment

Description:

Aethervow is delicate in silhouette but impossibly resilient. Forged from moon-tempered glacial steel, the blade has a translucent, opalescent sheen—like pearl mist caught in silver ice. Its edge is subtly curved like a crescent moon and etched with wave-script sigils that only appear under starlight or sorrow.

The hilt is woven with soft dove-grey silk ribbon, sourced from Velastra’s own sheddings, reinforced by her misted scales at the guard—cool to the touch, it hums faintly with empathy. The pommel holds a suspended tear-shaped aquaglass, shimmering with faint blue-silver light that responds to emotional intensity.

Abilities:

Lunar Veil Activation: Can cast silent illusion fields, masking her emotional presence or protecting allies from detection.

Ripplecast: Channeling spells through Aethervow softens their edge, making healing or defensive magic more fluid and less jarring to the psyche.

Mirror Stillness: In danger, the blade can emit a wave of psychic calm, halting volatile emotions in a ten-foot radius.

Emotional Bond:

Aethervow doesn’t want her to fight. It wants her to feel, to know, and only strike when stillness is needed. She keeps it close but draws it rarely—just like Velastra, it prefers to speak in silence.

☯ Twin Bond — Velastra & Caelanth Weapon: Heartsplit Skybind

Type: Dual Crescent Chakram

Core Essence: Moonlight + Flame, Empathy + Will

Form Function: Unity combat, ritual fusion, elemental convergence

Description:

Heartsplit Skybind is a divided ring blade, forged in tandem for and by the shared energies of her dragons. Each half is a crescent-shaped, mirrored arc that fits together into a perfect circle when joined. When separated, they orbit her wrists or float midair in her presence, reacting to her breath and pulse.

One half glows in faint sunlit gold with rose flickers—for Caelanth. The other ripples in soft amethyst-mist pearl—for Velastra. When rejoined, the blade rings like a bell heard beneath the sea or in high mountain wind—subtle, haunting, and real.

The inner ring is inscribed with her name in draconic script, visible only when the halves are brought together.

Abilities:

Unity Arc: When cast together, the twin crescents form a barrier of opposing magic—flame and water cycling in harmonic defense.

Emotion-to-Element Echo: Each crescent responds to her inner state. Fear fuels mist. Resolve fuels flame. Balanced emotion allows control of both.

Skybind Return: If thrown, the blades never miss, and always return—gliding back like birds across the horizon.

Emotional Bond:

This weapon is only complete when she is whole. When the storm and silence within her align. It is a bond, a truth, and a memory that no one else can carry.

They fly with her. These blades—like her dragons—always return.

🌙 Bonded Weapon Carrying System — “Mirrored Resolve Harness”

This custom-crafted modular system was forged by enchanters of the Loomwright’s Circle in quiet consultation with Verdant Hollow menders. It’s not meant to dominate space — it’s meant to belong in it quietly, no matter how powerful the items it holds.It carries three sacred weapons, each distinct in size and aura, while allowing for stealth, ceremony, and everyday wear in non-dragon zones like academies, temples, or public cities.

☀ Solcrest – Radiant Glaive of Caelanth

Primary Sheath: “Sunveil Cradle”

Design: A long vertical half-scabbard, open-faced on one side to allow quick visual verification and emergency draw. The outer sheath is made of pale ironbark leather, reinforced with enchanted thread in a smoky lavender-grey, cool and harmonious with her Summer tones.

The interior is lined with cloud-hardened silk, resistant to the heat of Solcrest’s core, and etched with warding runes to dull magical resonance in populated areas.

Mounting Method:

Carries diagonally down her back via a dual anchor harness, with adjustable tension cords under the arms to keep the blade from shifting as she walks. For formal wear or city entry, the glaive is partially disassembled at the haft into two compact halves and stored in a folding arc-case — carried by hand or attached to a rolling satchel if needed.

Special Note: The Sunveil Cradle is charm-locked — only she can release Solcrest from its grip, and it seals automatically if her emotional state becomes volatile in non-combat zones.

🌙 Aethervow – Ritual Blade of Velastra

Primary Sheath: “Tidewrap”

Design: A slender crescent scabbard worn horizontally across the lower back, made of seasilk-lined silverwood with misted scale inlays. Cool in tone — a pearly-grey with faded aquamarine shimmer — it nearly disappears beneath cloaks or robes.

The draw is reversible, allowing for left- or right-hand retrieval. A channel of psychic velvet within the sheath soothes her aura as the blade rests, keeping the enchantments stable even in crowded areas.

Mounting Method:

Worn with a thin waist-harness, double-wrapped and secured with discreet, decorative clasps styled like twin drops of moonlight. This makes it ideal for non-dragon areas — it reads more like a ceremonial adornment than a weapon.

Civic Mode: In restricted areas, Aethervow is sheathed into a crystal-tempered travel tube and worn across her back like a flute case, allowing it to pass under magical scrutiny as a ritual or healer’s tool.

☯ Heartsplit Skybind – Dual Crescent Chakram

Primary Sheath: “Circlebinder Veil”

Design: These twin chakrams magnetically connect to a semi-rigid backplate mounted between the shoulder blades, designed to hold the crescent arcs in mirrored formation. When not in use, each blade lays flat against the plate, appearing as decorative panels.

Material: The mount is made from moon-iron mesh woven into soft matte-leather backing, dyed dusty mauve and cloud-silver, neither aggressive nor ostentatious. Thin, invisible runes keep the arcs from radiating heat, cold, or magic.

Mounting Method:

Anchored onto a high-back rig worn beneath her cloak or jacket, secured by low-profile shoulder loops. In civilian settings, the chakrams are hidden beneath an overlay of silken back-drape with embroidered dragonflight motifs — a symbolic veil that marks her as bonded, without exposing her tools of war.

Civic Mode: In formal or urban environments, the blades detach and nestle into a folding circle-case, carried in a belt pouch. The pieces only reassemble in her hands — attuned to her pulse and elemental frequency.

⚖ Integration with Daily Wear

Aesthetic Harmony: All elements echo her Soft Classic balance — sleek but not sharp, composed but not rigid. Every strap, catch, and cover sits cleanly against her form. Nothing overwhelms her frame or distracts from her poise.

Color Palette: The tones are always subdued: pearl greys, lilacs, misted blues, moon-whites, silvered bronze. They blend with her cool-toned ivory skin, blue-grey eyes, and the soft gleam of her ash brown hair—usually worn in a split braid crown when carrying all three weapons, for practical elegance.

🌿 Emotional Consideration

These sheaths are not just holsters.

They are sanctuaries for the sacred.

They don’t just carry blades.

They carry boundaries, balance, and bonded memory.Together, the system lets her move through gardens and citadels, aerial duels and quiet archives, without shedding the parts of herself that belong to Caelanth and Velastra.

The weapons may whisper, but the way they rest against her back, hip, and heart?

They speak loud enough for anyone who knows her story.

Dragon Rider Academy Dormitory Room – Third-Year Girls’ Wing, Azure Crescent Hall

Room 3-F, Assigned: Year-End Term of Declaration

This third-year dormitory is located in the west wing of Azure Crescent Hall, the most temperate of the Academy’s residential towers—chosen for its balanced exposure to elemental flow and its calming leyline alignment. Designed to house three mid-level apprentices, the room balances function with restraint. It’s neither luxurious nor severe—reflecting the Academy’s principle that one must earn ornament through discipline.

🛏 The Room LayoutThe room is a wedge-shaped chamber, its tall arched window facing a flight platform with a view of the mist-bathed training valley below. Pale stone walls are washed in soft grey-lavender, casting a cool light that compliments Summer palettes and soothes overstimulated minds after late-night drills. The floor is made of weathered oak planks, creaking just enough to discourage stealthy behavior but softened by braided wool runners in dusky blue and sage.

Each girl is assigned a personal corner nook, with built-in alcove beds framed in skywood. Enchanted storage chests—silver-latched and ward-sealed—rest at the foot of each bed. These chests glow faintly when touched by their bonded owner, repelling both thieves and nosy roommates. Minor nicknacks are allowed on floating shelf panels above the bed, as long as they don’t hum, sparkle, move, or multiply.

A shared central table sits beneath a pale hanging lantern imbued with skyglass—set to dim gently as bedtime nears. Three narrow wardrobes line the side wall opposite the window, their enchantments attuned to keep uniforms wrinkle-free, climate-adjusted, and subtly scented with calming herbs.

🛏 Her Space (Verdant Hollow Declared)

Her nook is the softest in tone and mood. The bedding is pale dusky lilac and cool shell-grey, perfectly within her Summer palette. A small hanging charm of carved birch and moss-pressed glass, gifted by her dragon Velastra, swings quietly from the bed frame, stirring slightly whenever emotions rise. Her shelves are minimalist: a pressed flower in stasis-glass from her grandmother (the former Obsidian Mirror guildmaster), a stoneware cup she made during Loomwrights' workshops, and a tiny woven figurine Caelanth made using just clawtips and firethread.She keeps a worn, water-stained journal tucked beneath her pillow, clasped shut with an old velvet ribbon, and her storage chest is lined in quilted linen and smells faintly of lavender and rain. Her area is kept tidy but lived-in, full of quiet warmth, without overt displays of pride.

🪡 Loomwright’s Roommate’s Space

The Loomwright girl’s corner is cozy chaos. Her bedding is all hand-dyed layers of faded rose, parchment yellow, and pale jade, textured and stitched with dozens of visible mending seams. Her floating shelf spills with tiny wool dragons, miniature enchanted bobbins, and sketches pinned up with charm-snaps that keep them from fluttering. She talks to her threadwork when she thinks no one’s listening. Her enchanted chest has “Do Not Touch Unless You Like Toad Legs” stitched into the cover flap, though she’s far too nice to enforce it.

This roommate keeps tea bags in her sock drawer, offers buttons to fix anything fraying, and tries (sweetly) to play peacemaker when tensions rise.

🕶 Umbral Veil Roommate’s Space

The third corner is clinical, dark, and aggressively curated. Her bedspread is a smoky midnight blue—almost black—with crisp corners and spell-sealed starch. Her shelf holds only three items: a silver-edged dagger in a glass stand, a signed photo of a notable Veil operative (rumored to be her cousin), and a crystal earring that she insists is “just art.” Her chest has no visible latch or decoration, but it thrums with charm-locked aggression and occasionally hums in a language only shadows know.

She moves silently, wears scent-masking oil even in her sleep, and is quick to sneer at anyone who isn't “refined enough” for her standards. Items do go missing. Everyone knows it's her. No one’s caught her. Not yet.

🌙 Shared Atmosphere

Despite the tensions, the room holds a strange balance. The Veil girl brings precision, the Loomwright girl brings comfort, and she—Verdant Hollow—brings gentle gravity, grounding the space in stillness even when her heart is torn in three directions.

Late at night, she sometimes lies awake and listens to the dragons breathe from beyond the tower walls, wondering if anyone else in the room feels the pull between legacy and freedom the way she does.

And in the silence between footsteps and lantern flickers, the bond she holds with both fire and moonlight steadies the air, quietly keeping peace in a room teetering on the edge of becoming something more.

🌙Female Dragon: Velastra of the Whispering Tides

Element: Water + Moonlight

Type: Empathic Seraphine Dragon

Coloration: Pearlescent lavender scales that shift with the tides of emotion—touched by dove grey, misted blue, and soft amethyst undertones. Her wings shimmer like dew on moon-kissed silk, semi-translucent and shaped like curling petals.

Eyes: Silver-blue with a luminous halo, like light reflecting on glacier water.

Build: Graceful and willowy with a serpentine fluidity, every movement is a flowing gesture of poise and emotional resonance.

Size: Medium-large but never imposing — she commands attention through serenity, not size.

Temperament:

Velastra mirrors her rider’s Summer palette and Soft Classic archetype—gentle but not fragile, elegant but not remote. She communicates through tone and ripple, not roar. Ruled by the Taurus Moon and Cancer Mars, she is fiercely protective through intuition and presence. When danger arises, she surrounds her rider in an aura of tranquil deflection, disarming opponents through emotional stillness and psychic balance.

Abilities:

Lunar Veil: She can bend moonlight and mist into shields or illusions.

Aether Empathy: Senses emotional currents and weaves them into magic.Waterborne Flight: Glides in the sky like swimming through calm seas, silently and with grace.

Bonded Purpose:

Velastra serves as the guardian of emotional wisdom and sacred restraint. She is tied to the Leo Sun and Taurus Moon axis in her rider—protecting the heart without ego, leading with quiet magnetism. She is the inner wellspring, the soul’s soft thunder.

☀ Male Dragon: Caelanth of the Solar Ascent

Element: Fire + Wind

Type: Celestial Flame Drake

Coloration: Brushed platinum-gold scales with warm lilac iridescence beneath, like sunlight filtered through a summer storm. Accents of soft bronze and dusty rose highlight his wings, which resemble sweeping banners of light and breath.

Eyes: Golden-amber with flecks of mauve, glowing like sunstones.

Build: Lean and noble — muscled like a dancer rather than a soldier. His tail is long and ribboned, and his crest flares like a stylized crown of windblown flame.

Size: Large, but refined — embodying the radiant presence of a Leo stellium with Sagittarian grace.

Temperament:

Caelanth is regal, expressive, and deeply loyal. A manifestation of the rider’s Leo Sun, Mercury, Venus, and Sagittarius Ascendant, he radiates warmth, charisma, and visionary boldness. He is not showy for showiness' sake — he reveals brilliance when it serves purpose and truth. With a protective Leo heart and Sagittarian wings, he is the outward guardian of the rider’s destiny.

Abilities:

Solar Roar: Emits a resonant, clarifying call that dispels illusions and lights truth.

Thermal Draft Command: Bends heat and air into bursts of speed or gliding stillness.Astral Beacon: Glows with inner light in moments of darkness or ritual, guiding lost spirits and allies.

Bonded Purpose:

Caelanth upholds his rider’s public strength, courage, and vision. Where Velastra nurtures inner serenity, Caelanth blazes the trail outward. He is the sky-path, the fire of the soul's ascent — the noble protector of legacy and light.

🜂🜄 The Dynamic Between Them

Together, Velastra and Caelanth balance the rider’s fire and water, heart and head, poise and presence. They are her celestial mirrors, guardians of her duality: the introspective priestess and the luminous sovereign. Where one bends mist, the other bends light. Where one flows inward, the other soars outward.

They bow to no one but her.

And when she rises — they rise with her, in wind and flame.

Family Profile: The Selenya Household

A legacy family woven into the heart of the Guilded Realms, brilliant in public—fractured in private.

🕯 Grandmother: Elyra Selenya

Former Guildmaster of The Obsidian Mirror — “The Moon-Eyed Oracle”

Regal, restrained, and unnervingly perceptive, Elyra Selenya was once the name whispered in reverent tones among the prophetic orders. With a presence like velvet-draped iron, she led The Obsidian Mirror through three decades of mystic reform and diplomatic entanglement. Her reputation as a dreamwalker of unshakable clarity remains unchallenged.

Now retired and living in seclusion by a mist-locked lake in the north, Elyra rarely speaks unless it matters—but when she does, the world seems to pause and listen. She sees far beyond what others say or show. She passed on her Soft Classic bearing, silver-threaded beauty, and quiet strength to her granddaughter. The girl has inherited her elegance without excess, intuition without drama.She loves her granddaughter deeply, though she shows it more in protection than praise. Elyra knows what legacy can cost.

🛡 Father: Garron Selenya

Unarmed Combat Instructor, The Crimson Aegis

Blunt. Stoic. Built like a mountain that never learned how to rest. Garron commands a room with silence and breaks bones with grace. He teaches resilience through pain and control through will. But he struggles to translate those skills to emotional territory—especially at home.

Once a famed field tactician of The Crimson Aegis, Garron gave up command to settle into instruction. He is harder on his daughter than he realizes, but not out of cruelty. He fears softness will make her breakable in a world that favors power. He does not see that her softness is a sword of its own.He loves her. Quietly. Awkwardly. His discipline is mistaken for distance—but he always checks her sparring gloves for wear before every exam.

📚 Older Brother: Sylian Selenya

Second Archivist of The Lorekeepers' Hearth

Precise, polished, and impossible to please. Sylian has always been the family’s intellectual star, climbing the ranks of The Lorekeepers with speed that has drawn both admiration and suspicion. He speaks in lectures even at breakfast and corrects others like it’s a public service.He believes his sister is distracted, unfocused, too emotional to be taken seriously. In truth, he envies her instincts—what she feels, he has to research. He wears authority like armor and perfection like perfume. He also complains constantly to their father about her perceived slights.She avoids him when possible. He watches her, waiting for mistakes—never understanding he’s the one building the wall between them.

🗝 Mother: Isara Selenya

Language Instructor, The Umbral Veil

Beautiful, ruthless, and endlessly performative, Isara thrives in controlled environments. Words are her weapons, and she is never unarmed. Once a master code-speaker for The Umbral Veil, she now trains apprentices in linguistic deception, covert communication, and cross-guild diplomacy.She values results and obedience above connection. Her eldest daughter is a disappointment—too sentimental, too visible, too unwilling to play the game. Her youngest, however, is the golden project: malleable, clever, and willing to deflect blame as a survival instinct.Isara keeps her daughter under quiet emotional siege: humiliation as a leash, silence as a judgment. And yet, when others threaten the girl, she becomes coldly, terrifyingly protective—as if only she is allowed to hurt her.

🎭 Younger Sister: Alenya Selenya

Future Recruit of The Umbral Veil (Self-Proclaimed)

Charming. Manipulative. Dangerous in a way that never looks sharp until you're bleeding. Alenya is the darling of the family, doted upon by Isara and admired even by their stoic father. She weaponizes youth, tears, and innocence like a seasoned operative—and rarely gets caught. She knows how to twist perception, and she’s learning to enjoy it.

She causes chaos and blames her sister without remorse. And because of how carefully she curates her public image, adults believe her.Behind the mask, though, is a child who mirrors the worst of their mother’s patterns and the deep ache of wanting to be believed for once. She both idolizes and resents her older sister—jealous of her dragons, her aura, her fire—and terrified she’ll never measure up if anyone looks too closely.

🐉 The Girl Herself: Aeris Liora Selenya

She walks between roles: never quite the favorite, never quite the failure. She holds her grandmother’s grace, her father’s strength, her brother’s intellect, her mother’s mask, and her sister’s shadow—but carries them all too gently to be acknowledged.She is tired of playing peacekeeper. Of being the one who folds, apologizes, hides the bruises under kindness. And yet—she continues to love them. She wants to earn their approval, even knowing it’s a race with no finish line.

Her dragons see what her family doesn’t.

Her light, when it shines, isn’t for them.

It’s for her.

For those who deserve it.

And for the world she will one day choose to heal—in spite of where she came from.

🕯 Elyra Selenya“The Moon-Eyed Oracle”

Former Guildmaster of The Obsidian Mirror

Tall in a way that seems to stretch time rather than height, Elyra moves like a reflection on still water—graceful, deliberate, untouchable. Her once-dark hair has long since turned silver-white, always worn in intricate braids or a simple low knot, streaked with gleaming threads like lunar veins. Her eyes are a pale crystalline grey-blue, unnervingly translucent, with a gaze that sees through masks and across lifetimes.

Her cool-toned skin is porcelain-fine and nearly untouched by age, save for soft lines at the corners of her eyes that speak of deep watching rather than laughter. She favors flowing robes of smoke, mauve, or slate—always with layered silks and obsidian accents. She is a Soft Classic even now—refined without excess, every line on her frame exacting in its quiet elegance.

🛡 Garron Selenya

Unarmed Combat Instructor, The Crimson Aegis

Barrel-chested and broad-shouldered, Garron has the presence of an avalanche held in place by will alone. His skin is weather-worn olive-tan, hands calloused from decades of sparring and silent discipline. His jaw is square, his brows heavy, and his cropped ash-brown hair is beginning to grey at the temples. A nose once broken and reset suggests a life lived close to the line of danger.

He dresses in minimalist, utilitarian fashion—dark training leathers, reinforced vests, and crimson-trimmed linen that always looks pressed even after sparring. His brown eyes are heavy-lidded and tired, often cast in the kind of silence that says more than words would. Despite his size, his steps are quiet, but his shadows always seem larger than the room allows.

📚 Sylian Selenya

Second Archivist of The Lorekeepers’ Hearth

Neat as a penstroke and twice as sharp, Sylian has an angular face with fine bones and sharp cheekbones that give him a foxlike elegance. His cool-toned ivory skin always seems polished, and his ash-brown hair is immaculately combed back, not a strand out of place. His pale grey-blue eyes are narrow, observant, and slightly contemptuous by default.

He dresses in Lorekeeper-formal: tailored indigo robes with pressed gold embroidery in the shape of constellations and guild sigils, always buttoned to the throat. Every movement is measured, practiced—designed to project quiet superiority. He wears rings on three fingers and polishes them daily. His voice is soft, clipped, and always sounds like he's mid-lecture.

🗝 Isara Selenya

Language Instructor, The Umbral VeilIsara is beautiful in a way that feels sculpted for power—symmetrical, symmetrical, symmetrical. Her features are sharply refined: a heart-shaped face with piercing blue-grey eyes framed by long, dramatic lashes and cool-toned high cheekbones. Her lips are full, always painted in mauve or plum shades that match her meticulous wardrobe.Her hair is deep taupe with silvered undertones, styled in high knots, cascading twists, or sleek buns—never casual. Her clothing walks the line between authority and allure: high-collared gowns in midnight navy, silver, and slate, with subtle sigil embroidery at the cuffs and hem. She moves like a cipher—everything about her is curated, precise, and just out of emotional reach.

🎭 Alenya Selenya

Future Recruit of The Umbral Veil (Self-Proclaimed)

A perfect doll with teeth. Alenya has wide, round blue-grey eyes that sparkle with innocence or twist with calculation depending on her needs. Her features are soft, cherubic—an echo of her older sister’s—but with a sharper gleam. Her hair is a lighter version of their mother’s: a glistening ash-brown with soft curls, often styled in loose twin braids or ribbons to maintain the illusion of sweetness.

She dresses in veiled mimicry of their mother: lace-collared dresses, velvet capes, polished boots in pastel shades of lavender and pearl grey. She wears jewelry constantly—enchanted brooches, charmed barrettes, rings gifted “for being so good.” Her expressions are a performance, her posture poised yet pliant—like she’s always about to curtsy or cry, depending on who’s watching.

🐉 The Girl Herself Aeris Liora Selenya

She is the stillness between storm surges, soft but never fragile. She has inherited Elyra’s Soft Classic frame—delicately balanced, symmetrical without being severe. Her skin is cool-toned ivory, like moonlight caught in snow. Her round face, a mirror of her mother’s, holds blue-grey eyes that seem to change with the hour: stormy when wounded, shining when defiant.

Her medium ash brown hair flows to the bottom of her rib cage, thick and gently wavy, often worn half-up or adorned with subtle silver pins when required. She dresses in pale lavenders, soft roses, powdered blues—cool Summer palette shades that echo both sky and reflection. Her posture is composed but never stiff, her aura dignified but wistful, as though she’s always on the verge of either blossoming or retreating.

She is every contradiction her family cannot name: soft and sharp, gentle and angry, overlooked and radiant.

And her dragons are the only ones who truly see her.

🜂🜄 Fourth-Year Dragon Rider Academy Uniform — The Verdant Hollow Variant

Issued Uniform | Year IV | Function First — Elegance Optional

By the fourth year at the academy, all pretense of coddling has vanished. Uniforms are built for durability, symbolism, and identity assertion—with an eye toward field-readiness rather than flattering cuts. Still, every piece whispers of the traditions woven into dragonkind and guild allegiance.

✦ Base Attire

Undertunic: Soft slate-grey or misted heather, close-fitting with moisture-wicking runes embroidered in pale silver across the back and underarms. The fabric is enchantment-receptive but slightly rough to the touch—a stark contrast to earlier years’ comfort wear.

Overcoat/Jacket: A structured, hip-length coat in deep pine green with dark rose undertones. Designed with tailored shoulders and a slight flare at the hem for aerial movement. The collar stands high and angular—almost militaristic—but is lined with protective memory-fabric that molds slightly to the rider’s posture over time. Silver-green piping trims the sleeves and lapels.

Fastening: Ornate clasps in the form of twisted thorn-branches cross diagonally from the left shoulder to the right hip—a signature of Verdant Hollow cadets. Though it’s secure, it’s awkward to close, requiring both hands and a touch of patience.

✦ Legwear & Footgear

Pants: Reinforced midnight charcoal riding trousers with built-in knee guards and concealed channels for thermal or kinetic spell routing. Light green paneling curves along the outer thigh to signify house rank. The cut is slightly too long and bunches at the ankle on shorter students—alterations are the student’s responsibility.

Boots: Thick-soled leather riding boots in weatherproof storm-brown, built to latch into flight saddles and enchanted stirrups. Laces are looped with bronze-threaded cord; an alchemical stain on the tongue prevents fungal growth and odor. The boots are heavy, and every fourth year walks like they’ve just stepped off a battlefield—because many have.

✦ Required Weapon Harness

A bonded weapon must be worn at all times. A leather baldric or shoulder sheath is integrated into the uniform’s design, enchanted to sync with the rider’s aura and subtly shift weight for ease. Her own weapon may sit across her back or at her side, with guild-approved customization based on dragon lineage.Her weapon’s mount is etched with sigils that reflect both Velastra’s lunar serenity and Caelanth’s solar intensity—their markings appear faint in daylight but glow when emotions rise or moonlight hits.

✦ Verdant Hollow Markings

Guild Emblem: An embroidered tree rooted in moonstone and flame threads is stitched above the heart. The roots resemble serpents; the branches spiral like wings.

House Pin: A copper and lapis dragonfly—a sigil of renewal and observation—is pinned just below the collarbone. The wings twitch slightly in magical auras.

✦ Optional Customization (Strictly Monitored)

Students may decorate their uniforms with up to three minor dragon-themed accents—so long as they do not disrupt enchantments or mobility.

She wears:

A charm of woven silver and moon-glass stitched into the cuff of her left sleeve (Velastra’s offering).

A sun-forged feather brooch clipped to her baldric strap (Caelanth’s symbol).

And beneath her collar, tucked out of sight, a silken thread from her grandmother’s robes, threaded with a single bead of amethyst.

✦ General Impression

The uniform is both severe and ceremonial—designed for those who will soon graduate into real missions. On her Soft Classic frame, the stiff tailoring swallows some of her curves and balance, making the silhouette seem boxy and flat across the shoulders. The heavy fabrics can weigh awkwardly on her slender build, especially in warmer months. Still, she carries it with quiet dignity, subtle ornamentation glinting like a whisper.

Where others look martial or menacing, she looks… anchored.

Moonlight in iron.

Fire behind frost.

She does not need the uniform to make her presence known—

But it serves as armor while her dragons make room for her rise.

🜂🜄 Fifth-Year Dragon Academy Uniform – Verdant Hollow Division

Issued in the Year of Foreign Influence

Status: Senior Apprentice | Rank: Armiger | Rights: Forge-Ready | Dragons: Bonded Pair"

The fifth year uniform is not worn—it is wielded. You are no longer simply training. You are seen."

⚔ STANDARD UNIFORM — “Forge and Flight” Variant

Function: Field & Lab Deployment, Dragon Integration, Guild Representation

Color Code: Verdant Pine, Weathered Iron, Moonlit Ash

Fit: Tactical-Ceremonial Hybrid

Tailoring Notes: Forged, not flattering. Built to endure weather, politics, and scrutiny.

Outerwear:

Forgecoat: A reinforced knee-length coat with tailored seams and articulated joints at shoulders and elbows for armor overlay. The outer shell is weather-resistant dragon-hide composite, dyed in deep viridian green mottled with smoky grey. The interior lining shifts hues subtly in moonlight and sunlight—enchanted threads inspired by Velastra’s pearlescent hues and Caelanth’s bronze-lilac undertones.

One sleeve is embroidered with the Verdant Hollow spiral tree sigil, but now ringed with five copper leaves—one for each year.

The back panel can unfasten for full wing accommodation when flying bareback or in tandem.

Layering Vest:

Under-Vest: Woven from lunar-treated flax and padded with soft reactive plating. It’s worn close to the chest, enchanted to resist magic flares from dragons and saboteurs. Each fifth-year must embroider their personal binding glyph over the heart. Hers is done in mist-thread and sunmetal filament, balancing her dual draconic bond.

Trousers:Jet-grey riding pants reinforced at the knees and thighs. The fabric is heat-shielded and water-repellent. Verdant piping arcs from hip to mid-thigh in the shape of a leaf blade—part rank, part ornamentation.

Footwear:Mid-calf flight boots of dusky brown dragonleather, reinforced with lunar steel soles and wind-guidance enchantments. Slightly heeled for stirrup compatibility.

Ankle buckles can hold miniature forge tools or talismans.

🧷 Required Accessories & Details:

Weapon Harness: Upgraded cross-body baldric with quick-release rune clasps. Hers is dual-sheathed—left for her primary weapon, right for her offhand tool or Caelanth-forged gear.

Dragon Tokens:

Velastra’s mark—a moonstone teardrop ring set in silver—rests on her right glove.

Caelanth’s sigil—a sunburst bead of polished citrine—dangles from her left hip chain.

Hair Policy: Fifth-years may wear their hair however they wish, but it must be battle-manageable.

She usually wears hers in a double-braided twist crown, the rest left flowing to her hips, lightly dusted in forge ash and flecked with sun-threads gifted by Caelanth. A small clasp shaped like Velastra’s wing anchors one braid.

🪞 FORMAL UNIFORM — “Sovereign Assembly” Variant

Function: Diplomatic Appearances, Gala Duels, Political Recruitment Defense

Color Code: Moon-silver, Verdant Opal, Twilight Plum

Fit: Elegant-Militant Hybrid

Tailoring Notes: Meant to be seen in. Subtle, dangerous, sovereign.

Robe-Cape Ensemble:

Outer Cape: Soft grey velvet, clasped at the throat with a conjoined sigil of her dragons: a curling lavender wing interlocked with a stylized solar flame. The interior is lined with plum silk, enchanted to ripple like moonlight over water. The cape trails slightly—unless activated, in which case it floats inches above the ground, catching wind and gaze alike.

Underlayer:

A fitted battle-dress tunic in muted viridian silksteel, with pleated under-panels for mobility. Tiny overlapping dragon-scale embossings along the collar and cuffs mimic Velastra’s scales and Caelanth’s wing-banners.

Each shoulder bears a lumicrest: one emits a silver-blue glow (Velastra), the other a sunlit amber (Caelanth). They pulse faintly during diplomatic speeches.

Pants or Skirt Option:

Students may choose either. She opts for a slim-cut ceremonial trouser with silver vine embroidery that runs up the outer seam—one strand for each year of her training, braided at the hem into a hidden glyph of oath and fire.

Boots (Polished):

Same as standard, but she polishes hers with mist oil and fireglow wax. Aesthetics matter in this arena.

🧿 Final Details & Presence:

Fifth-years are permitted three custom emblems worked into any part of their attire, so long as they represent either:

A forge-sigil of their own design

An earned honor mark (such as a dragon’s gift)

A legacy or bloodline symbol

She wears:

A woven crest of whispering water and wildfire, shaped like twin dragons spiraling around a star — stitched over her spine.

A tiny, rune-etched scale from each dragon sewn into the inside cuff of each glove.

A silver hair clasp in the shape of a crescent flame, holding a section of her braid close to her nape — for when she speaks as one voice for two dragons.

🜂🜄 Final Impression:

On her Soft Classic frame, both uniforms wear a little too heavy, a little too tall-shouldered, a little too grown. Her pale skin and blue-grey eyes soften the austerity; her Summer palette blends into the moonlit greys and green-silver tones like quiet tide under wind.

She does not glitter like royalty.She does not sharpen like a blade.

Instead—She gathers presence.

She builds command like the sea builds waves.

Even when dignitaries circle her like vultures…

They forget themselves.

And bow.

Velastra of the Whispering Tides

Empathic Seraphine Dragon | Water + Moonlight | Medium-Large | Sacred Guardian of the Inner Realm

🌊 STANDARD GEAR SET — “Lunar Drift Harness”

Purpose: Flight training, weather defense, mist-weaving operations, bond-enhanced fieldwork.

Chest Harness: Composed of layered lunar-silk and kelp-leather, enchanted to shimmer faintly with her rider’s emotional wavelength. Shaped to wrap around her serpentine form with minimal restriction, the straps are threaded with aether-silver—allowing seamless channeling of empathic magic.

Wing Veil Bands: Soft, translucent shielding sewn into the wing joints. These bands catch moonlight and cloak Velastra during stealth glides, turning her near-invisible when viewed from below. Fine mist-runes are etched into each panel, shifting with the tide of ambient emotions.

Tail Cowl: Light but enchanted, the fabric billows like seafoam behind her, used to signal her rider or reflect distraction spells. A silver mooncharm, etched with their joint sigil, hangs from its end.

Face Ornamentation: A delicate brow circlet rests between her silver-blue eyes, fastened with illusion-thin chain links that never hinder sight or movement. The gem set in the center is an aether-pearl, responsive to magical lies and falsehoods.

Verdant Hollow Markings: Her underbelly bears the signature drift-vine etching of the Hollow, dyed in permanent sea-moss ink. Unlike Caelanth, Velastra’s rank is marked not by size but by number of inner weavings in the filigree—a private truth shared only between her and her rider.

🌙 FORMAL GEAR SET — “Mistborne Crown Array”

Purpose: Diplomatic display, ritual flying, moon rites, protective illusion work, ceremonial presence.

Armor Carapace: Fashioned from crystalized dusk-glass and padded with foglace weave, this armor curves over Velastra’s back like crescent petals—non-aggressive but deeply mystic. Each panel bears crescent-sigils etched in white-gold leaf and glass-engraved lines that ripple subtly, like water stirred by breath.

Halo Collar: A luminous floating ring surrounds her upper neck and shoulders, inscribed with emotion-sensing runes. It amplifies her natural empathy field in diplomatic contexts and shields her rider from hostile mental influence.

Wing Cascades: Decorative moonweave panels trail behind each wingtip—semi-translucent, dusted with pale amethyst thread. The panels float in tune with air and aura, meant to impress diplomats as much as mystify them.

Foreclaw Bracers: Not designed for attack, but for ritual tracing—each bracer bears mirrored etchings of her rider’s star chart and heart-line, traced in glowstone ink.

Tail Pendant: A length of silver chain winds near the base of her tail, ending in a mist-fan shaped charm. It is not armor, but etiquette: a sign to foreign dragons that she is spoken for, bonded, and protected by divine vow.

🜂 Caelanth of the Solar Ascent

Celestial Flame Drake | Fire + Wind | Large | Radiant Guardian of the Rider's Legacy

🔥 STANDARD GEAR SET — “Sunbreaker Mantle”

Purpose: Battle-ready flight gear, heat resistance, high-altitude maneuvers, dueling posture.

Chestplate Assembly: Articulated dragonbone alloy reinforced with solar-etched sigils and wind-tempered plates. This set is asymmetrical: the left side is heavier, to shield his rider’s exposed flank mid-flight. The plates glow slightly during motion, collecting kinetic heat to feed his Thermal Draft Command.

Wing Spar Braces: Lightweight bracing fitted along each wing’s leading edge, made from gliderite, a magically buoyant alloy that enhances lift. These braces carry flame venting slits—when activated, they ripple flame across his wings like solar streamers.

Tail Blade Wraps: His tail’s length is partially armored in a segmented ribbon of heated bronze scales and glass-thread wiring. At high speeds, the air pressure whips these segments outward into a flame-ring shape, leaving a burning trail.

Crest Guard: A flared, flame-stylized crownpiece arcs over the back of his skull and neck—protecting both his symbolic status and his physical vulnerabilities. Each tine flares like wind-whipped banners, tipped with copper runes of ascendance and oath.

Verdant Hollow Markings: A sun-touched version of the spiral tree is branded onto his left flank. His rank glyph pulses gold when he enters combat zones, announcing him not just as a bonded mount—but a vassal of her rising house.

☀ FORMAL GEAR SET — “Ascendant Diadem Array”

Purpose: Parades, aerial convocations, challenge declarations, solar rites, and alliance displays.

Full Wing Cloaks: Grandiose banners of horizon-woven fabric, pinned beneath his wings and clasped at the shoulder. When gliding, the cloth stretches behind him like a second sky, threaded with firelight glyphs and drifting plum-violet veins—mimicking the Verdant Hollow’s sunset overgrowth.

Solar Diadem: His formal crown, shaped like a flaring sun-helix, floats just above his brow ridge. Forged from blessed brass and anchored with an opaline core, it hums faintly with his Astral Beacon ability and glows brightest when his rider speaks truths before foreign courts.

Chest Mantle: A short, embossed mantle of gilded flame-leather fitted over his heart and rider’s seat. Decorated with the crest of bonded duality—Velastra’s water lily embraced by Caelanth’s sunburst. A ceremonial clasp allows the rider to attach her diplomatic banner mid-flight.

Talonguards: Not spiked—carved. His claws are sheathed in smooth golden caps that etch heat-prints into the ground when he lands in diplomatic space. His prints form a stylized glyph meaning: "The Flame Knows Her Name."

Tail Sigil Streamer: At formal events, his tail is wrapped with a silk scroll bearing the names of all Verdant Declared bonded dragons past and present—his name now blazingly inscribed near the top.

🔗 FINAL NOTE ON BALANCE:

Where Velastra whispers presence, Caelanth commands it. Their gear—opposed in elements but parallel in reverence—ensures that the rider of Verdant Hollow stands never alone. Their appearances declare her truth:

“She does not follow kings.

She flies with myth.”

👑Gown Name: “Sovereign of Hollow Flame”

Worn at the Moonblaze Convergence Ball of the Twelve Houses

✧ Design Philosophy

This gown was designed to embody her dual legacy—the sacred serenity of Velastra’s moonlit tides and the fierce luminance of Caelanth’s solar winds. It honors her Leo sun-ruled heart, Taurus moon-grounded intuition, and Sagittarius Ascendant with a harmonious silhouette that whispers instead of roars.It is a gown meant for someone who doesn't just attend a royal ball—she recalibrates its gravity.

🌙 Color Palette & Fabric

Base Color: Silvery mist-lavender — a pale tone between amethyst smoke and pearl, cool-toned to harmonize with her ivory skin and Summer palette. The fabric subtly catches moonlight and candleflame alike.

Undertones: Soft dove-grey, with ephemeral sheens of muted rose quartz and bluebell silver, shifting slightly depending on movement and ambient light—mimicking Velastra’s tide-sensitive scales.

Fabric Composition: Layers of whisperweave silk, hollow-spun tulle, and an inner structure made of breath-bonded fae linen. It floats as she walks, yet holds its shape with Soft Classic clarity—structured, not stiff.

🌿 Silhouette & Structure

Silhouette: A gentle column with an A-line flutter train, fitted through the bodice and softly skimming the hips before widening into a veil-like flare. The structure aligns with her Kibbe Soft Classic lines: symmetrical, waist-emphasized, lightly tailored.

Neckline: A scalloped sweetheart neckline, edged in iridescent embroidery shaped like petal wings, an homage to Velastra’s semi-translucent flight. Delicate sheer sleeves drape off the shoulders in winglike arcs, tapering to the wrists with small crescent-moon clasps.

Back: An open oval framed by soft embroidery of intertwining vine and flame motifs—the Verdant Hollow Sigil abstracted into a living tattoo of light and thread.

💠 Details & Embellishments

Verdant Hollow Motif: Embroidered with moon-thread and sun-burnished silver, blooming in quiet rhythm around her waist, neckline, and trailing hem. The flora curls like flame at rest, feathered with cool glints like dew.

Dragon Tribute:

Velastra’s nod appears in cascading beadwork across the train—mimicking the shimmer of rain falling through moonlight.

Caelanth’s presence is felt in tiny, barely visible gold-thread constellations stitched into the inner lining, visible only when the train lifts or sways—sunlight written in code.

Motion Detail: As she moves, illusory shimmer-rings bloom faintly around her ankles, triggered by her bond to both dragons. The effect is like moonlight diffusing through mist with a pulse of solar flare.

💇 Hair

Her hip-length ash brown hair is styled into an elegant twisted half-crown braid, pinned with silvered vinelets and amethyst moonleaf charms that sway gently with movement. The remaining length is smoothed into soft cascading waves, echoing the tidal flow of Velastra’s wings.

Two curled tendrils frame her round face, adding softness and timeless charm.

💄 Makeup

Skin: Ethereal glow foundation with a cool porcelain finish, enhanced with barely-there violet-pink highlighter on the cheekbones, collarbones, and temples.

Eyes: A wash of soft moon-grey and smoky periwinkle, lined subtly in deep plum, with hints of silver shimmer at the inner corners—meant to reflect her silver-blue gaze. Mascara is lengthening, not thickening—emphasizing clarity over drama.

Brows: Gracefully feathered to follow the natural arch, keeping the expression open and refined.

Lips: A serene cool rose-mauve, semi-glossed for dew-like freshness. Royal, but never severe.

Extras: A magical halo-glow enchantment is applied to her hair and gown, echoing Caelanth’s Astral Beacon and Velastra’s lunar aura—a faint shimmer visible only when she’s framed in moonlight, starlight, or spellflame.

💍 Jewelry

Earrings: Droplets of moonstone and sunfire crystal, set in twisting silver branches, resting just at the jawline. Each one hums with dragonbound energy—a promise and a pact.

Bracelet: A single hollow-forged cuff engraved with the names of her dragons in Old Tongue, written in flame-script and tide-runes. Worn only by The Verdant Hollow Declared.

No necklace. Her neckline is a statement unto itself.

🕊 Presence

In a ballroom of monarchs and mages, she moves like prophecy incarnate.

Where others shine, she glows.

Where others conquer, she commands.

Where others wear crowns—hers is grown from the Hollow itself.

Velastra guards the door of her emotions.

Caelanth guards the sky of her ambitions.

And in this gown, she walks the path between—with grace unshaken, and legacy unbound.

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