I have to rise before I can become. I have no race and yet I am white and brown. Spread your chosen onto me.

I have a head and tail but no body. You can use me to unlock a trolley. Dragons like to use me as a bed. Who am I?

wrapping my makers in coccoons in dark, dark places, beware woven into pretty scarves that all the maidens wear

A test without me can't be graded. A door without me isn't secure. If made of bone I can fit anywhere.

Between the eyes, it stands tall, a curious bridge for scents to call. It leads the way, yet never walks, in whispers of aroma it talks.