One of the main character spots in books 0-5 are filled by either Iolanthe or Yuah.  They alternate, because they are intertwined so much in each other’s lives.  I always enjoy writing the scenes where they appear together.  In chapter 4 of The Two Dragons, Iolanthe finds Yuah wallowing in a drug induced stupor.

“Do you want to play jacks with us after breakfast, Auntie Iolanthe?” asked Terra in her peculiar little voice.

“You have your tutor, don’t you?”

“No, Mother.  Master Brown is gone with Father to Tsahloose,” said Iolana.  “We have independent study until he returns.”

“Oh yes, I had forgotten.  In answer to your query Terra, I have to be at my office.  Perhaps Cissy will play with you—or your mother.  Where is your mother?”

“She’s not feeling well again today,” said Augie.

Iolanthe wiped her mouth with her napkin, and then placed it on her plate.  Before she could push the chair back on her own, Garrah was pulling it out for her.  She stomped to the doorway with the foyer and turned back around to look at her daughter.

“Independent study still means study.”

“Don’t worry Mother.  I plan to study.”

“I have no doubt of that.  Make sure that your cousins do too.”

“Blinking heck!” said Augie.

“You watch your mouth young man,” said Mrs. Colbshallow.  “I will have Garrah wash it out with soap.”

Iolanthe was already halfway up the stairs.  When she reached the top, she turned once again toward Yuah’s door.  When she knocked, she received the same reply that she had the previous day.  She balled up her fist and pounded.  There was still no answer.  Retracing her steps back a few feet, she opened the tiny drawer in the occasional table against the wall between the door to Yuah’s room and the door to the nursery.  The drawer was empty but for a large brass key.  Taking the key, she went back and stuck it in the keyhole just above the doorknob, turned it, and then pushed the door open. 

Yuah’s bedroom was probably the most luxurious in the house.  Terrence had denied her nothing while he was alive, though even Iolanthe admitted in her own thoughts that he could have shown the girl more affection.  The wallpaper, with its intricate pattern of pink roses between golden bars, was difficult to see.  The color of the carpet was indistinguishable.  The pink lace curtains on both the windows had been covered over with heavy blankets and very little light entered the room.  Yuah was lying on the bed, eyes half closed.  For a moment, Iolanthe thought she was dead, but then saw her breathing. 

“Yuah?”

Her sister-in-law didn’t move.  Iolanthe crossed to the window and pulled one of the heavy blankets away, allowing a bright beam of morning light to enter.  It fell directly across Yuah’s face, but she didn’t react.

“Yuah!”

On the intricately wrought stand in the corner was the antique washbasin.  Though it had not been used, the pitcher was still filled with cool clear water from the night before.  Iolanthe grabbed the pitcher by the handle and dumped it over Yuah’s head.

“Ack!  Bloody hell!” sputtered Yuah, and then jumped to her feet.  “You stupid cow!  What do you think you’re doing?”

“Are you bladdered, Yuah?”

“No.  I just don’t feel well.  Now get out.”

“You are bladdered.  You have yesterday’s dress on, your eyes are bloodshot, and you smell like you’ve peed yourself.  You’re ass over tit and it’s not even nine o’clock!”

With the suddenness of a viper strike, Yuah’s arm lashed out, her hand slapping Iolanthe solidly across the face, with a smack that could be heard all over the upper floor of the house.  A tiny fraction of a second had passed before Iolanthe’s left hand returned the favor, leaving its bright red impression across Yuah’s pale cheek.  Yuah balled up her fist and hit, stepping into the punch like a prizefighter.  She struck her sister-in-law in the right eye.  Iolanthe fell back down onto her bustle and rolled backwards, smacking both her head and the pitcher in her right hand onto the floor.  The antique porcelain exploded into a mass of white and cornflower blue pieces.

I enjoyed The Two Dragons very much because it is the book in which Zurfina’s secrets are finally revealed.  I should say that they are finally revealed to Senta.  I revealed some of them in Book 0.  Believe me, I had a hard time deciding if that was the right thing to do.  In chapter four, we discover the secret of Zurfina’s mysterious tattoos.

The next morning, Senta was pressed so tightly between the dragon’s body and his head, that she had to fight to extricate herself.  Sometime during the night he had covered her with the barbed tip of his tail and now she was drenched in perspiration.  Who would have though a scaly reptile could produce so much body heat?  At last she made her way down onto the wooden floor of the barn.  Bessemer blew smoke from both his nostrils but gave no other indication that he had noticed her going.  She felt a now familiar stinging sensation just below the clavicle on the left and the right side of her chest.  Pulling the neck of the dress as far out as possible, she peered down inside to confirm her fears.  A two-inch star tattoo stood at the top of each of her small breasts.

“Blinking heck!”

Senta walked to the house and opened the front door to find Geert and Maro sitting at the table, staring in rapt attention at Hero, who was cooking at the stove.  Geert looked to the door when it opened and smiled at his cousin, but his younger brother refused to take his eyes off of the dark haired beauty cracking eggs into a cast iron skillet.

“What are you doing here?” she asked Hero.

“Making breakfast.”

“I remember a time when you wouldn’t have given me a glib reply.”

“And I remember a time when you slept indoors.”

Senta shrugged and sat down at the table.

“How come you were sleeping outside anyway?” asked Geert.

“I didn’t sleep outside.  I was just checking on something.”

Hero brought three plates to the table loaded with eggs over hard, sausages, black pudding, beans, and muffins.  She sat one in front of Senta and then one in front of each of the young men.

“No fourth plate?” asked Geert. “Aren’t you eating with us?”

“I ate already.”

“Then I hope there is a fourth plate for me,” said Zurfina’s sultry voice from the bottom of the stairs.

Both Hero and Geert visibly started.  Maro’s head for the first time turned away from Hero’s direction.  Senta was sure he was looking to see if the sorceress really did like to run around the house naked.  To his disappointment and her surprise, Zurfina was as clothed as she had ever been.  Her gown was a silky smooth purple one that Senta wouldn’t have been surprised to see Mrs. Dechantagne or Governor Staff wearing, despite its quite low neckline.  When Zurfina turned toward the stove however, everyone in the room could see that the dress had no side from the armpits to the waist, and Senta saw enough of the sorceress’s breast to remind her of the tattoos on her own chest.  She jumped up from her seat and pinching Zurfina under the arm, pushed her across the room into the far corner.

“Hey, what is… ow!  You little bint, that hurts.”

“What are you doing to me?” hissed Senta, pulling the top of her nightdress away from her body.  “Piercing my ears was one thing, but this…”

“Why didn’t you tell me your sigils are coming in?”

“My what now?”

“Oh my,” Zurfina smirked.  “Oh I had nothing to do with this, Pet.  Okay, well maybe it is a bit my fault.  But it’s really you.  Did you think I had someone tattoo me?  Did you think I had them sneak in and tattoo you?”

“Well… yes.”

“These are sigils, my dear girl.  They are a product of the magic you are using—specifically the high level conjuring and evocation spells.  It’s been my experience that enchantments and transmutations don’t leave much of a mark, but create, teleport, or summon and there you go.  Don’t worry.  I only have eight sigils and I doubt you’ll ever achieve the level of my art.”  She paused and rubbed her chin thoughtfully.  “How many do you have?”

“Three.”

“Three?  Already?  Well I may be wrong.  It just goes to show that you never can tell.  I wasn’t even sure it was about you, but now…”

“What was about me?  What the hell are you talking about?”

“I’ll tell you all about it when you grow up.”

“I’m grown up now.”

“Fifteen is not grown up.”

“I’m seventeen,” said Senta.

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“Then it really is time we had a talk.”

“I know!”  Senta said, loud enough for everyone in the house to hear.

Considering the series is called Senta and the Steel Dragon, the steel dragon, especially in the early part of the series is a more minor character than some others.  As he grows, so does his importance to the story.  Bessemer, the Steel Dragon, plays a bigger part in The Two Dragons than he does the other books.  He is involved in quite a bit of action both at the beginning and the end of the story.  This scene is one that I had in my mind for months before I got to write it.

The deinonychus jumped up to its feet and whirled around, circling and hissing.  Zeah threw his hands up to make himself appear larger and made growling sounds.  The creature took two steps back and cocked its head to one side, listening to the man-thing’s unusual call.  After a moment it let out its own squawk.  There was an answering cry from the edge of the woods.  Zeah’s stomach sank and his loins tightened when he saw six more deinonychus rush out of the trees and run toward him.

Now it was Zeah’s turn to back up.  As he did so, he reached down and picked up Terra in one hand by the back of her dress.  He felt Augie and Iolana grab hold of the back of his jacket.  The foremost bird stood its ground and was joined by its fellows in scant seconds.  Zeah was about to yell for the children to run, and he intended to sell his life as dearly as possible to earn them their escape, when a giant shape dropped out of the air, landing directly atop the creatures.

The force of the impact knocked Zeah and Iolana from their feet and he dropped Terra into the sand.  Only Augie managed to stay upright.  They all found themselves in the massive shadow created by the wings of the steel dragon.  Zeah’s mind flashed back to eight years previous when an even larger dragon had saved him in a very similar way from a group of even larger predators.  The dragon’s two hind feet had crushed four of the deinonychus.  Two more were smashed beneath its right front hand.  A single unharmed bird made a run for the forest.  A flick of the long, supple, steel-colored tail mashed it into the beach.

Zeah picked himself back up, though his legs felt like they were made of rubber.  He reached down and pulled Iolana and Terra back to their feet as well.  All three children were sobbing, frightened by the attacking birds, though perhaps unaware of the real peril that had faced them. 

“Bessemer!” shouted Iolana, switching from one emotion to another as only an eight-year-old could.

She and the other children had known the steel dragon all their lives and took delight every time they encountered him.  Zeah had known Bessemer more than eight years, having first seen him when he was not much larger than a good-sized housecat.   He still felt about him the way he felt about the sorceress with whom the dragon lived—generally on good terms, but always wary.

“Hello children,” said the dragon.  His voice was deep and cultured, like a good Zaeri Imam or a guest lecturer at the university.  He picked up one of the squashed, bloody bodies of the deinonychus and tossed it whole into his large mouth.  Zeah speculated that the tyrranosaurus that had once chased him had a much larger mouth than the dragon did, though their overall body sizes were about the same.

“Do you have to do that in front of the children?” he asked sharply, as the dragon tossed a second deinonychus into his mouth.

“Oh, sorry.”  Bessemer raised his left wing to obscure his face as he ate a third and then a fourth bird.  “I’ve been flying.  You can’t imagine how hungry I get.”

“There’s sand stuck to those birds,” said Augie, wiping his face.  “You’re not eating sand, are you?”

“I imagine there is a bit of sand on them.  It used to bother me when I was your size.  I would wash and wash my food if it got on the sand.  It just doesn’t bother me anymore though.”

The dragon folded his wing back and lowered its face to get a better look at the children.  His face looked like the helmet of some primitive armor suit—smooth and shiny and for the most part expressionless.  He had four horns sticking back from the top of his head and a very small stub of horn on his nose.  They too added to the warlike visage.  Only his eyes and the thick whiskers on either side of his mouth hinted at the lively personality within.

“Let’s see.  I know you.”  The five and a half foot long head stopped in front of each of them in turn.  “Miss Iolana, how lovely to see you.  Young Augustus, you look well.  And who do we have here?  Terror?  Terrible?  Tyrranosaurus?”

“It’s –sob—Terra.”

“What’s the matter, Terra?  Did those ugly yet oddly scrumptious birds frighten you?”

“No, my –sob—hair got pulled!”

Zeah felt something squeezing his heart.

“I bet it didn’t hurt.  I bet it just tickled, like this.”

A long forked tongue shot out of the dragon’s mouth and flicked around the girl’s chin.  The unpleasant thought that Bessemer was tasting his granddaughter popped into Zeah’s head, but the little girl squealed with delight and ran foreward to grab a handfull of whiskers.

“Terra, get back,” said Zeah.

“She’s fine,” said Bessemer.

“I uh… I wouldn’t want her to get under your feet.”

The dragon made a dismissive gesture with his hand that was an exact copy of the one that Zeah had so often seen Zurfina and her apprentice Senta make. 

“The birds seem to have injured you, Mayor.”  Bessemer tilted his head sideways as Terra tugged in earnest at the whiskers.

Zeah looked down at himself.  There was a clean rip right through the breast of his jacket and his shirt.  He felt his chest and looked at his hand to find a thin smear of blood.

“It’s just a scratch.”

“You’re going to need a tailor though.”

“Yes.”

“You seemed to have dropped your shoes too.”

The shoes, Zeah’s and the children’s were strewn here and there on the sand.  Zeah picked up all eight.  While he did, he listened to the children and the dragon.

“Are you going to eat the rest of those birds?” wondered Augie.  “Only my mother says you shouldn’t waste food because there are starving children in Enclep.”

“That’s what I hear,” said Bessemer, gobbling down the rest of his prey.

“Hey, put your wing down.  I can’t see you eat them.”

“Are they good?” asked Terra, in a squeaky voice.

“Not bad.”

“Can I eat one?”

“I think your mouth is way too small.”

“I don’t believe I thanked you for saving us,” said Zeah, his arms now full of shoes.

“Not to worry.  Perfectly understandable.”

“But still, thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Bessemer flicked out his tongue.  “Nothing else frightening in the area—if you wanted to finish your walk.”

“No, we’ve walked enough.”

“Well then, toodle-pip everyone.”  One second the steel dragon was standing on the sand and the next it was hundreds of feet in the air.  It made a quick circle around them and then sailed off to the west.

“I want to be a dragon when I grow up,” said Terra.