Interview with the Dragon
A collaborative piece by Ressa Empbra and Sinead MacDughlas
Posting Date: September 27, 2012
Today I’m going to share something really different. I’ve gone into undercover reporter mode to interview a Dragon-shifter by the name of Mazar, from Ressa Empbra’s uber-hot new release The Dragon Dimension - Caught in Dragon Cove! Check it out on her fanpage . Now that the US Government has declassified enough of the information, I can finally share it with you! I hope you enjoy it!
Interview notes begun: October 30, 2011
Now, it won’t be easy to question a three-hundred and twelve-year old Dragon-shifter who’s never seen a human before, but a good reporter always finds a way, and a good writer always has some magic on standby. With the help of a top-secret US Government department, I was able to get access to the Dragon Cove Realm. I also managed to score an introduction to an inside agent, with a talent for Faerie magic.
Please don’t ask for details, because I really can’t share them. If you really want to know, you’ll have to look inside the gorgeous cover of “CDC.” (Designed by someone my readers should be familiar with, the fabulous Dave J. Ford )
As a mature male Dragon-shifter, Mazar will have been suffering for a very long and lonely two-hundred and eighty-some years now, with a constant buzzing in his head that won’t subside until he finds and claims his Truemate. I’ll be posing as a seven-hundred year old dragon, from a distant, secluded Weyr with a surplus of mature unmated females. With a little magic and a lot of luck, I should be able to find out a little about this male. Wish me luck!
Notes continued November 15, 2011
Success!! It took some time to set it all up. It was necessary to announce my arrival, in advance, with a message from my imaginary Weyr Chief, and await permission to “fly” into their territory. While I waited what was deemed the appropriate amount of time for travel, I was briefed by my government liaison, on the culture, language and mode of speaking necessary to succeed. Once I had “arrived” I had to gain the trust and permission of the Weyr Chief, Zarckael, to perform my interviews. It wasn’t easily accomplished, but a little Faerie glamour got me through. I was permitted to speak to any unmated male who was willing to be questioned. There must be a shortage of unmated female-young within Weyr Treuamarias, because I had a list of volunteers before the Chief had finished speaking. Fortunately, my target was one of the volunteers. I asked each male to tell me about themselves, and found that most of the males of Weyr Treuamarias are very forthcoming. After a few vague questions to the first nine or ten, I finally got to Mazar.
Now, fair warning, being undercover, I had to adopt the rather formal mode of speech used by the shifters. To make it easy to tell who’s speaking, anything in burgundy is my undercover ID, “Sinelynn,” (a variation of my name more suitable to the Dragon Dimension).
Mazar’s responses will be in bold text.
My personal observations and notes are in this lovely blue print, and I’ll add {brackets}, too, where they’re needed.
Got all that? Lol!
Great, lets get started!
Actual Interview
Date: November 14, 2011
The room I was allowed to use for my interviews was their massive Great Hall, where they all gather for meals and celebrations. Many long tables and benches were pushed up against the outskirts of the room, leaving plenty of space for myself at one of the two long tables remaining, to do my work with lots of room. High walls boasted large, handmade tapestries depicting various scenes of hunting in different stages and seasons. They were intricate and the details were more than a little impressive. The room itself is about five-thousand square feet, its walls lined with torches which provided plenty of lighting and gave off a warm and cozy atmosphere.
The single photo of Mazar I was able to secure. My first impression of Mazar was that he was a large male, even among the other large males of his Weyr. He was broad-chested and heavily muscled, and he had deep, emerald-green eyes and long, wavy, dark, golden-blond hair. He held himself with a warrior’s confidence, at first, but when the interview began, I could see him struggling to maintain it. He was obviously eager and nervous, which makes sense, considering how long he’s suffered the lack of a Truemate.
I’m told that the suffering includes insomnia, what we would call nightmares, but they refer to as terror-dreams, and a constant and oftentimes painful buzzing in their ears, all of which become more impossible to control over time. Some men have even been known to go completely mad, and I wonder if Mazar is on the verge of that madness. That would explain the government’s interest in this particular male, and their recruitment of me to interview him, but I’m speculating.
He wears the typical leathers of a Dragon-shifter warrior, brown, like his deeply tanned skin. I wonder what happens to those leathers when they shift? No one saw fit to enlighten me in my pre-interview briefing. Lol.
{Once he was seated, I began the questioning} Greetings, Mazar! I am Sinelynn from Weyr Dugalias. We are a small, secluded Weyr, far from here, and I have travelled a long and weary journey to your home. I am sure you have heard of my purpose here, by now. Will you answer my questions?
{When he speaks, his voice was deep and smooth. Very sexy, I must say}
It would be my pleasure, lovely Miss Sinelynn. Before I address your question, though, would you mind if I ask you one of my own?
{In his obvious eagerness, he forges ahead without giving me time to answer}
First, if it is not too forward of me, I must say you have the most exquisite, beautiful eyes. I cannot imagine that you are without a Truemate, or that you don't at least have a suitor or perhaps more than one, in mind for that highly coveted place in your life. Am I correct, or are you searching, as I am?
{He’s quite charming. Not many men can make me blush, but this one does}
Ah, what a sweet, silver-tongued male you are! I am over seven-hundred years old, my lad, and my Truemate is still hale and hearty at his seven-hundred and twenty years. I come to search for potential, suitable mates for our unmated female-young.
Sweet?
{He chuckles here, a rumbling sound, coming from somewhere deep in his chest. His lips quirk a little in a self-deprecating half-grin}
I have not been called such in a very long time, if ever. I will admit, you do not look even close to your years. Although I know not how I missed it before, it is quite obvious you are Mated—felicitations, and apologies for any affront on my part. Pray, excuse me, for the only words I heard after your age were; potential, suitable, and unmated female-young.
{He pauses to arch a brow at me. And his next words rush out a little, again giving away his eagerness}
More apologies, for asking—but how many unmated female-young, and how far away are they from here?
{A look of near terror flashes over his face. His hands clench slightly and his brow is suspiciously shiny. I’m guessing he’s made some kind of social blunder. I feel badly deceiving him. He seems so desperate to find his Truemate, it seems cruel to bait him this way, but I have my orders. I'll never get an opportunity like this again, if I don't follow them.}
I am afraid I am not at liberty to share so much information. The Chief and elders wish to prevent an inundation of healthy and possibly aggressive males in our Weyr. We are a small and peaceful Weyr, and not prepared to host or control so many. This is why they sent only myself, trusting my age, discretion, and instincts. As Weyr historian, they believe I will return with a detailed report, which will permit them to choose only the most suitable matches, and only they will be invited to Weyr Dugalias to meet our unmated female-young. With the blessing of Meynix, it is our sincere hope that some may find their Truemate then.
Now, will you tell me a little about yourself, Mazar? Your age, what you do, and what your goals are in life, perhaps?
Those are very valid and respectable reason, you have my gratitude for your openness and honestly. Of course, I do not mind telling you about myself. I am three-hundred twelve-years old, and counting … always counting, it seems.
{He looks down at his feet for a moment, his shoulders sagging. I’m really beginning to dislike this assignment. Some of the others seemed desperately eager, but this man is truly suffering!}
Currently, I am one of our Chief's lead-warriors, so I predominately guard his Holdings. I shift and fly over our territory at least three or four times per day, and do whatever else I can to ensure the safety of our Weyr. Goals, you ask?
{I can almost see modesty warring with necessity. I’ve made him uncomfortable again.}
My main and perhaps only goal, other than to keep my Weyr safe, is to find my Truemate. It has been a long and difficult wait, and I am beginning to think I may never find her.
{Mazar is staring at nothing over my right shoulder. The conflict in his face is heartbreaking. My liason has provided me with a tiny camera, hidden in my outfit. They tell me electronic and digital technology doesn't work here, so this works on a simple trigger/shutter system, and I can only get one shot. I hope this works!}
And what do you hope to find in your Truemate, Mazar? What type of female makes your blood run?
I hate to do this to all of you, but since this interview runs quite long, I’ve chosen to break it up a little. The entire story will be posted in three parts. I’ll have the second portion posted for your reading pleasure tomorrow, including Mazar’s answer to this question. In my best Sinelynn persona:
I hope you will honor us with your presence.
Posting Date: September 27, 2012Today I’m going to share something really different. I’ve gone into undercover reporter mode to interview a Dragon-shifter by the name of Mazar, from Ressa Empbra’s uber-hot new release The Dragon Dimension - Caught in Dragon Cove! Check it out on her fanpage . Now that the US Government has declassified enough of the information, I can finally share it with you! I hope you enjoy it!
Interview notes begun: October 30, 2011
Now, it won’t be easy to question a three-hundred and twelve-year old Dragon-shifter who’s never seen a human before, but a good reporter always finds a way, and a good writer always has some magic on standby. With the help of a top-secret US Government department, I was able to get access to the Dragon Cove Realm. I also managed to score an introduction to an inside agent, with a talent for Faerie magic.
Please don’t ask for details, because I really can’t share them. If you really want to know, you’ll have to look inside the gorgeous cover of “CDC.” (Designed by someone my readers should be familiar with, the fabulous Dave J. Ford )
As a mature male Dragon-shifter, Mazar will have been suffering for a very long and lonely two-hundred and eighty-some years now, with a constant buzzing in his head that won’t subside until he finds and claims his Truemate. I’ll be posing as a seven-hundred year old dragon, from a distant, secluded Weyr with a surplus of mature unmated females. With a little magic and a lot of luck, I should be able to find out a little about this male. Wish me luck!
Notes continued November 15, 2011
Success!! It took some time to set it all up. It was necessary to announce my arrival, in advance, with a message from my imaginary Weyr Chief, and await permission to “fly” into their territory. While I waited what was deemed the appropriate amount of time for travel, I was briefed by my government liaison, on the culture, language and mode of speaking necessary to succeed. Once I had “arrived” I had to gain the trust and permission of the Weyr Chief, Zarckael, to perform my interviews. It wasn’t easily accomplished, but a little Faerie glamour got me through. I was permitted to speak to any unmated male who was willing to be questioned. There must be a shortage of unmated female-young within Weyr Treuamarias, because I had a list of volunteers before the Chief had finished speaking. Fortunately, my target was one of the volunteers. I asked each male to tell me about themselves, and found that most of the males of Weyr Treuamarias are very forthcoming. After a few vague questions to the first nine or ten, I finally got to Mazar.
Now, fair warning, being undercover, I had to adopt the rather formal mode of speech used by the shifters. To make it easy to tell who’s speaking, anything in burgundy is my undercover ID, “Sinelynn,” (a variation of my name more suitable to the Dragon Dimension).
Mazar’s responses will be in bold text.
My personal observations and notes are in this lovely blue print, and I’ll add {brackets}, too, where they’re needed.
Got all that? Lol!
Great, lets get started!
Actual Interview
Date: November 14, 2011
The room I was allowed to use for my interviews was their massive Great Hall, where they all gather for meals and celebrations. Many long tables and benches were pushed up against the outskirts of the room, leaving plenty of space for myself at one of the two long tables remaining, to do my work with lots of room. High walls boasted large, handmade tapestries depicting various scenes of hunting in different stages and seasons. They were intricate and the details were more than a little impressive. The room itself is about five-thousand square feet, its walls lined with torches which provided plenty of lighting and gave off a warm and cozy atmosphere.
The single photo of Mazar I was able to secure. My first impression of Mazar was that he was a large male, even among the other large males of his Weyr. He was broad-chested and heavily muscled, and he had deep, emerald-green eyes and long, wavy, dark, golden-blond hair. He held himself with a warrior’s confidence, at first, but when the interview began, I could see him struggling to maintain it. He was obviously eager and nervous, which makes sense, considering how long he’s suffered the lack of a Truemate.I’m told that the suffering includes insomnia, what we would call nightmares, but they refer to as terror-dreams, and a constant and oftentimes painful buzzing in their ears, all of which become more impossible to control over time. Some men have even been known to go completely mad, and I wonder if Mazar is on the verge of that madness. That would explain the government’s interest in this particular male, and their recruitment of me to interview him, but I’m speculating.
He wears the typical leathers of a Dragon-shifter warrior, brown, like his deeply tanned skin. I wonder what happens to those leathers when they shift? No one saw fit to enlighten me in my pre-interview briefing. Lol.
{Once he was seated, I began the questioning} Greetings, Mazar! I am Sinelynn from Weyr Dugalias. We are a small, secluded Weyr, far from here, and I have travelled a long and weary journey to your home. I am sure you have heard of my purpose here, by now. Will you answer my questions?
{When he speaks, his voice was deep and smooth. Very sexy, I must say}
It would be my pleasure, lovely Miss Sinelynn. Before I address your question, though, would you mind if I ask you one of my own?
{In his obvious eagerness, he forges ahead without giving me time to answer}
First, if it is not too forward of me, I must say you have the most exquisite, beautiful eyes. I cannot imagine that you are without a Truemate, or that you don't at least have a suitor or perhaps more than one, in mind for that highly coveted place in your life. Am I correct, or are you searching, as I am?
{He’s quite charming. Not many men can make me blush, but this one does}
Ah, what a sweet, silver-tongued male you are! I am over seven-hundred years old, my lad, and my Truemate is still hale and hearty at his seven-hundred and twenty years. I come to search for potential, suitable mates for our unmated female-young.
Sweet?
{He chuckles here, a rumbling sound, coming from somewhere deep in his chest. His lips quirk a little in a self-deprecating half-grin}
I have not been called such in a very long time, if ever. I will admit, you do not look even close to your years. Although I know not how I missed it before, it is quite obvious you are Mated—felicitations, and apologies for any affront on my part. Pray, excuse me, for the only words I heard after your age were; potential, suitable, and unmated female-young.
{He pauses to arch a brow at me. And his next words rush out a little, again giving away his eagerness}
More apologies, for asking—but how many unmated female-young, and how far away are they from here?
{A look of near terror flashes over his face. His hands clench slightly and his brow is suspiciously shiny. I’m guessing he’s made some kind of social blunder. I feel badly deceiving him. He seems so desperate to find his Truemate, it seems cruel to bait him this way, but I have my orders. I'll never get an opportunity like this again, if I don't follow them.}
I am afraid I am not at liberty to share so much information. The Chief and elders wish to prevent an inundation of healthy and possibly aggressive males in our Weyr. We are a small and peaceful Weyr, and not prepared to host or control so many. This is why they sent only myself, trusting my age, discretion, and instincts. As Weyr historian, they believe I will return with a detailed report, which will permit them to choose only the most suitable matches, and only they will be invited to Weyr Dugalias to meet our unmated female-young. With the blessing of Meynix, it is our sincere hope that some may find their Truemate then.
Now, will you tell me a little about yourself, Mazar? Your age, what you do, and what your goals are in life, perhaps?
Those are very valid and respectable reason, you have my gratitude for your openness and honestly. Of course, I do not mind telling you about myself. I am three-hundred twelve-years old, and counting … always counting, it seems.
{He looks down at his feet for a moment, his shoulders sagging. I’m really beginning to dislike this assignment. Some of the others seemed desperately eager, but this man is truly suffering!}
Currently, I am one of our Chief's lead-warriors, so I predominately guard his Holdings. I shift and fly over our territory at least three or four times per day, and do whatever else I can to ensure the safety of our Weyr. Goals, you ask?
{I can almost see modesty warring with necessity. I’ve made him uncomfortable again.}
My main and perhaps only goal, other than to keep my Weyr safe, is to find my Truemate. It has been a long and difficult wait, and I am beginning to think I may never find her.
{Mazar is staring at nothing over my right shoulder. The conflict in his face is heartbreaking. My liason has provided me with a tiny camera, hidden in my outfit. They tell me electronic and digital technology doesn't work here, so this works on a simple trigger/shutter system, and I can only get one shot. I hope this works!}
And what do you hope to find in your Truemate, Mazar? What type of female makes your blood run?
I hate to do this to all of you, but since this interview runs quite long, I’ve chosen to break it up a little. The entire story will be posted in three parts. I’ll have the second portion posted for your reading pleasure tomorrow, including Mazar’s answer to this question. In my best Sinelynn persona:
I hope you will honor us with your presence.
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