#lorana

[mistmiav]

Lorana

Finished commission for Wolf Wolfe! My dear Dangeon Master :>

[theempireofjiaal]

Odwalla Lorana - Prayer

[doctorwenqing]

currently emotional about how thrass’s efforts on outbound flight ultimately got him his dying wish 🥺😭😭

[a-crack-in-the-universe]

I can’t help but be intrigued by Lorana. Specifically her fate, because it’s so ambiguous. The only hint at what happens to her after the series is over occurs in Dragon’s Time, when a future Lorana visits Fiona in Telgar Weyr in order to draw her. This Lorana is years older, has a physical scar (potentially from Thread) on her face and is extremely sad. She speaks to Fiona and Jirana and leaves after she finishes drawing Fiona. 

That is the only hint we have about Lorana’s fate, and it frustrates me sometimes. We have an idea of what happens to all the other major characters, but we know barely anything about Lorana. I get the impression though that she dies young, maybe while fighting Thread, so maybe she does some sort of heroic sacrifice and gets stuck somewhere, and then travels back in time to see Fiona one last time when she realises she’s going to die? Or maybe Fiona’s the one who dies and a grieving Lorana travels back in time to see Fiona again. Who knows. I just wish Lorana’s fate was made clear in the books.              

Also, I know that most Pern fans don’t seem to like Lorana, but I like her for the most part. She’s compassionate, kind, selfless, with an intriguing power. That’s enough for me. Plus, I really enjoy her relationship with Fiona. And Lorana’s ambiguous and potentially tragic fate is also a draw for me, because I love how tragic it is. 

(Though to be fair I don’t care much about the continuity getting changed and things being retconned. I mostly like reading the 3rd Pass books because of the characters, their relationships and interactions and the time-travel they get up to. Even if it’s unbelievable, I really enjoy seeing them figure out how to jump to all these different times.)

[loremonster]

I did a bunch of sketches for my original fantasy story, Cohime. I'll post it over to @scribeofjiaal later, but I'm hanging out with the lovely rn

[odysseywritings]

Zojak and Lorana ruin a Golf Game

Zojak felt his joy melt away. This purple forest that Lorana spoke of turned into a sterilized comfort zone for well-to-dos. He expected to see hundreds of bending tree-like organisms for miles, to see wildlife cover the tops and bottoms. It was instead quiet, nigh lifeless and a mockery of flora.

“Lor,” he inquired, rubbing his curly, fiery hair. “I thought you said this place was full of beautiful life. I just see short grass and boring people.”

“It used to be when I was younger,” she confessed, lowering her shoulders. “Looks like they turned it into this abomination of all things natural.”

“A golf course...”

“Afraid so. I guess the Flidians were desperate for money, and this was the best thing to ail them.” She sighed as her eyes turning away in defeat.

Zojak’s disappointment in this abrupt change of an environment he longed to see and Lorana’s melancholy made him sorrowful and sympathetic, understanding the loss of precious nature. That attitude changed as a small, golden ball beaned him in the head. Spurred by an ignorant man’s ball, his sadness turned to anger. Money or not, too much of the field was used as playtime for only a few.

“Lorana, if I tell you a plan that may not work, will you help me?” His voice was still calm, but his face was urgent.

“What are you thinking?” She looked down at him, brushing her dark hair away from her face.

“You remember those very slow moving garpniks we saw earlier?”

“Uh huh?” She paused and saw Zojak wiggling his eyebrows in a mischievous manner. “Oh no...” His eyebrows wiggled faster. “We are not going to do that.”

“Lorana, it’s the only way to get these country club dumbasses to get it. The garpniks already have nowhere else to go.” His voice softened. “If they’re going to go extinct, they at least the right to go down pissing off these guys.”

“You are so goddamn strange,” she sighed and crossed her arms. “But they do need a habitat. And it is fun to make rich people uncomfortable.” She smirked devilishly, and Zojak followed suit.

Moments later, the finely dressed and well fed Marl Ervins rode up in his cart. His white clothes reflected the sun’s rays, blinding all those next to him including his lanky caddie.

“It’s a very pleasant day, wouldn’t you say, boy?”

“I’m getting sunburn, sir.”

“Yes, this past-time is a well-deserved sport after all those busy days.”

“Telling others what to do takes it out of you, I imagine.”

“Oh certainly! But enough about me, let’s get this hole.”

Marl’s placid, tan face soon dropped as he spotted up ahead a row of blue, rotund reptilians waddling around the course with their 8 stubby legs. Easily a dozen were seen over the hill, and Marl’s displeasure was rising.

“Who let these vermin into the course? Did you do this?”

“No, honestly! I think they just roamed in.”

Experiencing an emotion similar to anger without anything personal attached to it, he looked around to see any clues. He looked to his side and saw the short, stocky Zojak and tall Lorana approach him.

“Do you two know about this?”

“Oh, little ol’ us?” Lorana asked with fake sincerity. “No, we’re just bumpkins, sorry.”

“Yeah, sorry to hear about what happened to your thousand yard field,” Zojak said with much less conviction in his voice. “It really is a shame.”

“A damn shame.”

“The damnedest shame of all.”

Marl looked at the two with piercing, cold eyes. Lorana wasn’t amused, and Zojak felt more than a little fear within him.

“Listen, you two degenerates,” he growled. “If I find out you let these mongrels ruin my day, your asses are through.

“Yeah, right,” Lorana sassed. “These things are going to find a place to roll around in anyway.”

“Not if I get my friends from the top to get rid of them one by one.” His tone was increasingly slithering.

“You forget I’m part of royalty. Powerful one at that. And we have the ability to turn you all into perpetual pariahs.”

Zojak observed the giant, blue lizards lolling about as Lorana and Marl were arguing. He remembered Lorana talking about the area’s need for money and that the course brought that necessary revenue in. There had to be a way to protect these creatures’ way of life while helping the citizens as well.

“Mr. Golf,” Zojak intervened. “If that is your real name.”

“It’s… not. It’s Mr. Ervins.”

“Same thing. I know that this sport is important to you and others. But the garpniks have every right to be here. They lived here far longer than you have and can’t survive anywhere else. So I can’t let you continue this. But maybe if there was a way to shorten your course, and get more money doing something else?”

“How so?”

Marl put his hands on his hips with a questioning stance. Lorana, seeing Zojak struggle to think of something specific, stepped in.

“Perhaps, a mini golf course for the area closed to where people already live in. And most of it can be reclaimed as garpnik land. Replanting trees and digging trenches as streams for them.”

“Most?! That’ll wipe out so much of the spectacle! And my free time!”

“It’s not perfect, but it can still raise a lot of money. You can get families to play, people with less money to show off their skills. And the very best can bring attention to others.”

“But what if it’s not professional enough to bring in tourist money?”

Zojak chimed in.

“Dragon sets. Be creative with the sets, and you’ll attract a lot of ‘em.”

Marl rubbed his wrinkled chin.

“You two may be onto something. Nothing’s guaranteed, however.” He ten looked at the garpniks roll on top of each other and make low, gurgly noises as their tails wagged slowly. “But maybe these things should be given another chance. I’ll see what can work for us all.” He hopped back in the cart as his caddie turned pink from the sunlight, driving back to where they once were.

Zojak exhaled and looked up at Lorana with his wide, blue eyes.

“Thanks for helping out, Lor. I dunno why I got so nervous.”

“Oh, no problem. I’m just used to talking back at these fools. Besides, we’re even. I didn’t think you’d want to go through all that trouble for a place you knew nothing about.”

“It was special to you,” he glanced aside. “And I don’t want to see animals get hurt. It seemed wrong to do nothing, that’s all.”

Lorana grinned with half-lidded eyes, appreciating the effort he put into defending a valuable piece of her past despite his anxiety toward the larger Marl.

“That was amazing how you talked back at him.” He said with more confidence. “I envy the courage you have toward others.”

“Oh no, that was merely from experience. I, however, love the courage you show towards problems.” She giggled.

“And I’d also love if we got into shade before my skin fries up,” he said said looking at his freckled arms.

“And I love your- Oh, God, you’re actually turning pinker. Yeah, let’s go.”

They jogged to the nearest shade as they tried to remember the nearest place that had sun-blocker, snickering at the ongoing things they admired about the other all the while hopping over and avoiding the clumsy garpniks.

[hoobins]

Para @eliana55226838

Lo sé que mucho ocurrió contigo, sé que estas luchando bravamente contra el grande C y que las cosas parecen estar más oscuras con las nuevas noticias, pero, por no estares desanimada que te lo digo “tu lograrás”, tienes mucho potencial para todas las cosas que haces, y cada vez que las cosas te ponen para bajo, te levantas cada vez más fuerte que de la ultima vez, te rechazas a creer del todo que está todo perdido, aunque el dolor te sea fuerte y solo desees que todo acabe. Y acabará, pero acabará contigo como la gran vencedora de estas cosas. Sé fuerte, sé gentil, sé corajosa, te prometo que seguir la pelea valerá la pena. Te querremos todos de un montón!

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