Saenna Valcoran
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History
Early Life
Saenna was born on an ordinary day under the gray clouded skies Valyria was known for. Being the fourth child and third daughter after the emergence of twins brought little pomp and circumstance to their family beyond what was to be expected for a healthy birth. She continued to bear the telltale signs of their Valyrian heritage: eyes a soft lilac with a mingling of blue and hair taking a liking to silver or gold depending on the light or day, and a known beauty since eyes were laid on her. Pretty little thing, Daenaera often addressed her as. That seemed to be the crowning achievement for the most recent Valcoran until she was capable of achieving anything else of merit.
She was an easy child, in truth. Before her was the son and (for all intents and purposes) presumed heir, Taeron, calling their father’s attention, and twin girls Aennyra and Aelora requiring such different approaches for one another, it was somewhat easy for Saenna to be forgotten at times. It was a rare day that she cried beyond what was necessary, hardly if ever fussed over ‘trivial’ displeasures. She was watching everything, observing every little detail she could. That fact seemed to be a deciding factor of their parents’ love and adoration for her. A non-fussy baby? Who would question it? Still, they anticipated it. With the difference of personalities between their three eldest, an explosion was bound to happen with this one when she was older, yes?
The answer was a shocking and resounding no. When Saenna began to move and walk she would not dart out into danger nor would she cling to her mother’s silks for reassurance. When she spoke it was often only with purpose. By all appearances, toddler Saenna continued to be the silent observer of the family when they fully anticipated and expected the exact opposite. The family’s largest complaint, however, was the child’s complete and utter lack of patience. The prospect of waiting for anything was sheer agony though given time some sort of temperance was given, regardless of how small it might be.
Youth
With the fifth child and fourth daughter, Elaenya, it seemed their family was complete for a time. A proverbial middle child, Saenna adopted the position of a neutral party among her siblings. It was a willingly filled position of course, finding it a safer place to be when the fires that fueled Taeron and Aelora’s beings were stoked by various catalysts. She was still far from docile though. While being more of a diplomat did not mean she was easily walked over. Saenna did speak up whenever someone’s unjustified ire was turned in her direction, and on the occasions where she would choose to fully stand her ground and fight she remained committed to the battle until the bitter end– Often with a roll of her eyes win or lose.
Under the careful and strict eyes of the tutors the Valcorans could afford, Saenna’s education started early: reading, writing, politics, history. A quick learner, she took to most subjects that were placed before her, scholars again remarking on her comprehension skills from the very start. The history of Valyria in particular, and her family’s place in the grand scheme, took center stage almost naturally. With the succession of the years she took to writing more and more. It was less about creating stories, songs, or poems (though there were a few here and there) and more so working as a scribe, writing in repetition to perfect pen strokes and flourishes. It was not uncommon that any written information from the tongue of her family came by way of her hand.
Of course, a blade was put in her hand between her study sessions. It was more of their father’s doing than anything, however Daenaera was all the more accepting of the idea that all of her children be taught with a blade, especially her daughters. They were not idle women, Saenna recalled her saying the first time the young girl questioned why she was being padded and made to spar with a young boy. They would not go without a fight. While she would never be as skilled as Taeron, it was still a common and frequent sight that blades were raised to spar. Regardless of the fact that she more often than not ended up yielding in the dirt, there was no question of the effort put into the girl’s fight.
Aside from more purposeful and expected pursuits, Saenna found delight in horticulture and botany at a young age. The volcanic ash had provided the literal bedding for a prosperous garden near their home. When Daenaera learned that it was something she was serious about, a tutor was immediately assigned to her. Through him Saenna studied and learned of the various properties of both the native and non- flora, and the various uses for each from sustenance to medicinal to toxicity. From then on it was a typical sight to see her with a needle or thin stick, picking the soil out from under her nails.
Familial Disaster
Family tragedy would sadly plague the Valcorans early in Saenna’s life. She had seen nearly eleven name-days when it occurred. Everything seemed to be going as planned. Her sisters had reached their twelfth year and the buzz of possibilities was difficult to ignore in favor of other more pleasing pursuits. Taeron had only so recently bonded with Curose, and eyes were settling on Aelora and Aennyra for who would be next. The former had always been the more likely, of course. Over the years she had been the one so commonly seen with the curators, eying the mounts unbonded and chattering away of which she’d wish to be best suited to. Aennyra was… well. Unique.
They were a dragonlord family. While she had filled her days with other subjects, the notion that she would have the chance to bond with a dragon had Saenna dancing on the tips of her toes if she thought about it too long. It was an exhilarating feeling to be on the back of one, their mother at the helm, and the thought that she would be able to do so on her own was such a mighty temptation. Aennyra, to her knowledge, wanted nothing to do with it for so long until it was on the precipice. It would be Saenna that often ran full steam ahead with her sister when in the dragon pit, marveling at the creatures there while their other sister was often pressed against a wall hoping for freedom. Saenna hoped she’d overcome her fears and at least give it a try.
The way Aennyra passed was… As Saenna thought of it in her adult years: less than savory. The idea of the very fear she seemed to overcome being the way that ended it all for her sent Saenna into a minor panic. She’d only heard of what happened, of course. While Daenaera had fought to be let into the room where her daughter was slain, she would not have the others doing the same. It was something she was not meant to see, her mother told her. It wouldn’t matter though: her imagination would do enough justice to the scene to suffice.
Saenna was never particularly close to her sister, finding her more the oddball of the family than any other, but there was still some form of familiar love. It was what drove her to investigate a little further. Firewyrms were not new to her. They were a studied subject with her lessons regarding dragons, and she knew well enough that they could not come to such a height. She did know that… right? Questions she had went unanswered though. Such a tragedy was best remembered as a distant memory, it seemed, rather than looking into the finer details. Still, pushing it to the darkest corners of her mind would not erase the thoughts entirely.
Saenna Bonds with Daetoan
While her sister’s demise loomed over her, the prospect of a dragon to bind with still brought her excitement. Loss or not, Saenna had not stopped her lessons or studies with the curators, the first time in her life she’d been found more often outside of her garden than within. As to when it happened wasn’t much of a choice to Saenna so much as what her parents’ wishes were in conjunction with the curators set to aid with the ceremony. Just as it had been originally for her sisters, the ceremony was planned for the first moon after her twelfth name day.
Options were kept open, of course, but there was a non-bound dragon that had caught her eye. His name was heard frequently throughout her life, remarking on his growth in a similar way hers was. Daetoan was hatched barely a year before her, and the last since then. From a young age the vibrancy of his tone, orange and red, held Saenna’s attention. She grew alongside him, remarking how their growth seemed to mirror each other from the smallness of babies to the lankiness of adolescence. She didn’t want him: she needed him.
The ceremony was short and smooth. The goat brought to slaughter was the best she could find, groomed and fed well for the occasion. Daetoan’s focus was on the offering and seemed to be pleased enough that he did not rebuke the small girl climbing her way along his scales, careful to not tug painfully, to appropriately mount him. They seemed a perfect fit, appropriately sized for one another, as though they’d been born and hatched for each other. There was no resistance, not a moment’s hesitation, between her command for him to rise and him taking to the skies.
As tradition favored, the pair found themselves over the night, circling over the Valyrian peninsula, diving in and out of the clouds with cheers of elation and exhilaration from the young girl. Upon their return the following afternoon, the look on Saenna’s face was something of clarity, as if all of the pieces fit together for her in some sort of puzzle she did not realize she was working through. From that day, though, Saenna did seem to become a little more sensitive to everything, be it her environment or her emotions, something requiring her dedication to rein in.
Rise of the Valcorans
Something as traditional as bonding with a dragon was seen as actually serving a higher purpose as shortly after the completion of her bond with the then-youngest dragon, another egg hatched, producing a jet black hatchling:, Daoghass. Two years later new life emerged in the Valcoran family as another child was born, a son, quickly followed by another male issue a year later. The three recent additions were enough of a sign to Saenna that the family’s struggles and turmoil were at an end.
Whether she knew it or liked it or not, Saenna’s entire life was lived with familiar purpose in one form or another. Even with the greatest achievement she called hers, it was to better her family. Their mother was beyond her years to bear Baeron further children, with Taeron still unwed a decision to remedy those facts was hatched. In a single ceremony, the eldest living three of the Valcoran children were wed, both Saenna and Aelora becoming sister wives of their brother. It was hardly ideal, and while it seemed the other two were far more vocal of their disfavor of such a thing, Saenna was the one who quietly accepted the reality of it all first.
It wouldn’t take long for the sisters to come to be with children. There was no saying who conceived first, and arguments stand to this day of which of their daughters was born first. Making their appearances the same day and hours apart, it was difficult to comment on without angering the other, and remains a point of contention to this day. What was not for contest, though, was the arrival of Taeron’s first son, born of Saenna a few months prior to his second child by Aelora, a son as well. Still, the family prospered.
News of the raids came while Saenna was still healing from her delivery, a young son at her breast. There was relief that took over her that Taeron was one of the dragonriders selected to handle the issue. A smattering of slaves chuckled that her relaxation for the council’s choice was so that she might have a moment’s rest from his advances. While it wasn’t entirely a lie it was that there was trust in her brother-husband’s capabilities. The notion that he might not return or would be returned injured wasn’t even a thought.
When the latter was revealed she was enraged, a hatred forming instantly. Healers rushed with every sedative they could find to keep her from taking Daetoan’s back to raze the Calareons’ territories, and from further agitating her mount. Even an arrow needed to be drawn back before it was shot forward, and that’s what the event was. The removal of two dragons of another family and the fear brought on by Taeron and Curose propelled them further in the gambit for power.
Mhysa Faer
Time moved far too quickly after that. Four years after the correction of the pirate raids and attack on Taeron, Saenna found herself with a five and four year old eager to get into anything and everything they shouldn’t, a dragon with whom she more intensely connected with on the daily, and a husband now seated as the head of their house with the passing of their father. It was quite a lot to take in, however to her eyes there was only further upward progression from there.
Mhysa Faer was the northernmost outpost of the Valcoran family. A jewel of a city with pink stone walls and lush gardens. In their hubris, the family chose to not have a permanent dragon lord archon rule the city, instilling instead a noble of the Vibius family to oversee and manage the city. Saenna wasn’t afraid to question Taeron’s choices, though much as they had in their spars as children she often found herself on the flat of her back, rolling her eyes in one way or another when a disagreement arose. In her mind she thought it was foolish for Myhsa Faer to not have a member of their family positioned there to protect and keep under a watchful eye. Numbers did not match up, and while reports were received promptly they were seldom consistent.
News of the sacking and destruction of the city in 4837 AD hit Saenna with the weight of ten stones. A favorite place of hers desecrated in such fashion saw a fury rise in her akin to the news of the Calareons attacking Taeron five years prior when the call was received from her brother to take retribution for their loss Saenna dared not refuse it. She took to the skies on Daetoan with her brothers and sister to impart a lesson on the Dothraki savages, ensuring its message was heard loud and seen clearly for miles on end.
Recent Years
Life settled a little more after that. There was still the argument of who would come to lead the family when the time came and they ceased to breathe. Saenna did not hold animosity or hatred for her sister or her children, however her focus took a turn onto her own to better prepare them. While she nurtured and raised them both with a stern hand, there was no doubt of the fact that they were her everything and her greatest weakness.
While Taeron remained the head of the family, his pursuits were laid elsewhere and both of his wives were primed to piece things together that he might have missed, something they were well-suited for. The pair had become aware of the power they both held while Taeron carried on as the figurehead. Their desires and political acumen took center stage while he was off enjoying whatever vice suited him for the day. Whichever of his sister-wives came up with the idea of nominating him varied from day to day, but it was that pair that approached and began spinning the web of how well suited Taeron would be for archon.
It was a simple enough idea: he was feared and respected enough to win the vote, and he did. Everything fell into their hands perfectly. At least, until that same political spark seemed to light in their husband again. What was to be their greatest achievement became threatened with the muddling of Taeron’s own insight and input, and has possibly become Saenna’s greatest challenge thus far.
Relationships
Is the rider of Daetoan.
When equipped for battle:
•Leather armour with scale mail mixed in.•A Valyrian steel short sword with rubies in the pommel passed down from her mother.
Current Location
Year of Birth
4813 AD
37 Years old
Birthplace
Valyria
Family
Spouses
Taeron Valcoran
(Husband)
Siblings
Children
Sex
Female
Eyes
Lilac with some blue
Hair
Long silvery-gold
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
Lightly tan
Height
5'6"
Belief/Deity
Pantheon of Valyria
Aligned Organization
Saenna Valcoran
Strength
0
Dexterity
0
Intelligence
+2
Wisdom
+1
Charisma
+2
Strength
0
Dexterity
0
Intelligence
+2
Wisdom
+1
Charisma
+2
