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You are a young parent. Not unusually young, but young nonetheless.

As is your mate. You both have remarked on how it feels as if you'd barely earned the right to wear the clothing that symbolized your adulthood. Simple fare. A bandana, bangles.

But you adored them.

Your first nest is a healthy clutch of three eggs, which you fussed over dutifully as you waited for them to hatch.

You were overwhelmed with pride at the three little hatchlings that broke free: two like him, and one like you. Your heart swelled with a love that you had never felt before.

But far too soon, they were gone. Shipped off to faraway clans before you'd had the time to know any of them. You were not with them for even a full day.

One eventually sent word back that he'd found his place in the world; his charge, and his home soon after. His letter eases the pain of the notices you'd received for the other two; the other one like your mate, and the only one like you.

They'd gone to serve the gods. Not your own, and not even the same ones, but gone nonetheless. Neither had a name to be called even by the time of their true departures, and you bite back the sting of it all.

Time passes, and you receive few notes from the son that still could speak to you. Your mate is uneasy, but he says it is the call to his charge that causes him to pace so. He urges you not to worry.

More time passes, and you have another nest. Your desperate wish is to name them all, but you are not given the chance. Once more, you have a clutch of three, and once more, they are taken from you the moment they hatch.

This time, there is no pause. All your children are sent to serve. This time, it is your own god.

You bite back your sorrow, and try to be proud.

Some days later, one of your clanmates notices your struggle, and tells you of a tradition many have;

to carve an effigy for your departed children, and offer it the kindnesses you wish you could offer to them.

You are doubtful, but you do so nonetheless. It passes the wait between nests to build your shrine, and you put what love into it you can.

You and your mate have many nests, and each and every time you are denied time with your children, you make more offerings to the unnamed. You spend much of your time at the shrine, talking and praying, wishing all of your children well and trying as best you can to remember them by the shards of eggshell you keep.

Your son's letters join the pile soon after he loses his charge.

You stare into the eyes you set in amber and spinel. You were never much of a carver, but you keep trying, refining your effigy with utter dedication.

One more nest, and your mate is sent away as well. His clothing isn't returned to you, and is instead split between the rest of your clan. You are at once distraught and relieved to know one day you will lose his scent and forget him.

You weep in front of your beloved effigy.

You hang your head, and it brushes against your carving.

A marble hand raises, and cradles your cheek.

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you either die a hero (quit fr in your "buying fodder price dragons and giving them random apparel" phase) or live long enough to see yourself become the villain (become a g1 earth/light lair)

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These space cats love lasagna and hate mondays! Listed in AH for 300g each but I take treasure and mixed payment via crossroads! L1nk to my s4les tab will be in the replies!!

They all look great with the wind fest skins ^^

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Forgot to show, but got this neat kiddo for Christmas yesterday. Going to settle for Snapper, but may change the primary to fit with the accent better.

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Dragons used to drink from the hose and Marva gifts appeared straight in your inventory

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Fill in the blank:

“[color name] my beloathed.”

Ie: what color on the wheel do you hate the absolute most.

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Luna Mith

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Pirate day is back—okay, it's more like Pirate Week—and the scallywags of Sornieth continue their plunder!

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herald’s courier [outfit=1973813]

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A chorus of screaming Tundras!

Your average carolers

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Flight rising fans be:

- Queer

- Neurodiverse

- Had one of these bad boys growing up

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actually speaking of new players. today while looking for a thread of flight rising art assets i found this post from 2020

and i’m crying so much like. there’s people on the site that don’t know we only had 1 exalt pillar originally…… and the exalt pillar update WASN’T two weeks ago……

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abyss/clay/beige

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“ok so when plaguebringer drops a dragon in the wyrmwound and creates a two-headed breed everyone applauds but when i create dragons with more than one head suddenly it’s “an abomination” and “a threat to all of sornieth”?!” — the lightweaver, probably

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This is Treble (heart shades) and Bass (sharp shades), members of the band Double Helix! They live and play most their shows in Grovehallow's casino district. While both can and do sing, Treble tends to take the lead while Bass plays the keyboard!

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Bought a dragon to make this cute little thunder guy C: Their names are Cumulo + Nimbus and they cruise around on a lil rain cloud being gremlins.

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