#Arte de misty

[mistermistyyy]

I wanted to really go over a certain element of my art, and that's how I handle eyelashes.

I find that a lot of times, you see eyelashes used the same way: girls get eyelashes, boys don't. Of course unless the boys have a scene where they start acting innocently, then they get eyelashes. It all is very binary. Like we need to have a flag to let you know "Hey, this is a woman". And I've never really cared for that. How come males don't get that same thing? Why do we need to have eyelashes be an explicitly feminine trait? Shoutout to SpongeBob for breaking gender norms btw

Anyway, point is, unless you have a disease or condition where you lose them, everybody has eyelashes. And I say lashes look awesome no matter the gender. Sooo I thought of a little something to do with my art. I've already got a way to convey a character's sex with how I draw the bodies, and their gender identity with various other traits, like the boys having thicker wrists and the girls having pointer fingers. So, I don't need eyelashes to be a feminine only thing. So, now they're a personality thing!

Compare three different characters and you can tell, they each have different looking eyelashes. And there are distinct patterns I follow with them too.

Thinner or longer can mean the character is gentler, more sensitive or quieter, while thicker and shorter often means they're tougher or more mean.

Meanwhile, a lack of eyelashes can also mean something. I included eyelashes since they're a natural thing everyone has, but a character who's unnatural can have that feeling heightened by having no eyelashes. A character like, say, an android or a ghost can benefit from not having this trait visible.

And in all I think the eyelashes do a lot to enforce a character's personality. I think my best example being Autoheart here.

First of all, he immediately sticks out since he has two rather than one like most characters, which works cuz he's the protag of his story. Multiple eyelashes can also help communicate a more innocent or immature character, often seen in children. His lashes are also curled up a bit which can communicate a focus on his appearance in his character, and their length also communicates that he's a bit gentler.

Similarly, we have my Tabaxi character, Gisaan

I'm sure you can tell he had a particular influence (cough cough Sanji) but he also, similarly sticks out HARD because of his long, curly, and pointy eyelashes, and how they match his eyebrows and whiskers. It's sort of his unique quirk, to have thin, sharp curls, and it looks distinctly like *his* thing when incorporated into his lashes.

In summary, I like seeing how you can characterize someone through simple little details like eyelashes, and I think leaving them only to being a sign saying "This is a girl" isn't fully using them the way you could be.

[cruelnemothesis]

[karottenleben]

Picture: Z1288_5

Place: Rio de Janeiro, Brazil

Date: September 2022

[baheuldey]

Les Aigles (Par dessus les Monts Brumeux) / Eagles (Over the Misty Mountains) (Tolktober, 14), 2023, encre de Chine sur papier, 21,5 x 14 cm

[mythical-art]

Daughters of the Mist by Evelyn De Morgan (Undated, Öl auf Leinwand)

[mistym3adows]

Sooo technically Casey is celebrating on the wrong day because November 1st is for honoring children who have passed away and November 2ed is usually when you honor adults and Casey’s ofrenda is for her parents.

but this dumb thing popped into my head and I thought it was a little funny and I like the idea of my April celebrating Christmas as soon as Halloween ends

[tllgrrl]

The Big Fancy Serving Dish by @tllgrrl aka nefertiri jones

Sarah Wilson, Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes, Misty Knight | Rated: SFW

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Summary: It’s Bucky’s first Major Family Gathering and he’s taking a dish, but while he’s out grocery shopping, the Wilson siblings—Sarah and Sam—and Sam’s date Misty Knight, are in Sarah’s dining room, contemplating who is going to be the one to explain a particular Southern dish to a 106 year old City Boy from Brooklyn.

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“Somebody’s gonna have to tell him because Titi Lee makes chitlins every year for as long as Sam and I can remember. It’s like a family tradition, and you better not say ‘No Thanks’ to an offer, and at least take a taste.

This will be his first time coming to dinner other than our cookouts. Bucky is going to be tested and this is a big one. It could mean a permanent Invitation to the Family Dinner—”

”—or Side-eye For Life…” Sam chimed in.

”What was the name of that little girl you brought home for Thanksgiving your Junior year in high school? Charlene? Titi Lee knows Charlene’s mother—goes to the same church, too—will see Charlene at the grocery store, and still give her the side-eye To This Day!” Sarah says, laughing and adding a clap to each of the last three words.

“Oh, no!! That child should’ve been warned!” Misty says, joining in the laughter and chiding Sam.

“Yep! All because when she was a kid, she refused to eat just a bite of Titi’s chitlins for Thanksgiving!” Sam sighed, then shrugged.

Sam Wilson, his dinner date and houseguest PI Misty Knight—who he’s presently in a situationship with—and Sarah Wilson, soon to be Sarah Wilson-Barnes, are presently in the dining room, just outside of Sarah’s kitchen.

They’re waiting for Bucky and Sarah’s sons--Cass and AJ--to return from the grocery store with the fixings for Sarah’s contribution to the family & friends gathering at Titi Lee’s house later this evening.

(She’s making everyone’s favorite: Sarah’s Baked Macaroni & 3 Cheese Casserole.)

And they’re trying to decide who is going to warn Bucky about The Dish.

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Shameless reblog, right here. The moodboard is new. Thanks for reading or re-reading!

[maximumpoppy]

Have a Misty Cinco de Mayo!

[mistermistyyy]

Cody is quite the fashion star!

One of my concepts for Cody and the other members of his trio is that as they travel the world, they take on new outfits to fit in with their new environment. So, I threw him into a couple scenarios. Full-on rave, elegant ball and spaghetti western all seemed like fun ideas.

[pmamtraveller]

JEAN-LÉON GÉRÔME - THE DUEL AFTER THE MASQUERADE, 1857

A grey, misty morning in the Bois de Boulogne, Paris. The ground is covered with snow, a sword, and some feathers lying in it. On the right, we see the winner of a duel, dressed in an American Indian costume, escorted away by his second, a harlequin. All our attention is focused on the left, where the clear white of pierrot’s clothes is matched by the colour of his face and arms. His posture makes it clear he is dying. The man in red, dressed in a Venetian Dogue, is trying to stop the bleeding. The man dressed as Duc de Guise is holding Pierrot in support while the person dressed in a classic Domino is holding his head in despair.

In 19th-century France, duelling was a recognized method of resolving disputes over honor, particularly among the aristocracy and upper classes. By setting the duel after a masquerade, Gérôme taps into this cultural practice, highlighting how quickly social festivities could turn into matters of life and death. Masquerades were known for their anonymity, allowing for behaviors and interactions that might not occur in regular social settings. This setting could lead to misunderstandings, insults, or provocations that might result in duels.

Although duels were technically illegal, they were often tolerated or even celebrated in certain social circles. The painting subtly critiques this acceptance by showing the aftermath in a public setting. The Duc d'Aumale was a significant patron of the arts, and he had a particular interest in Gérôme's work (even purchasing this piece). This relationship shows Aumale's role in supporting Gérôme's career by acquiring his works for his private collection, which later became part of the public domain through his bequest to the Institut de France.

[girlfriendsofthegalaxy]

tuesday again 10/29/2024

new boot goofin. also a great book for the cowboyblogger crew and TWO cat photos

listening

afterimage by JUSTICE and Rimon was on a spotify autogenerated dance playlist and it is So soothing to my brain. sometimes described as heavy metal disco, it itches the same brain scratch as daft punk's interstella 5555. comforting and familiar road trip music where the road trips are in spaceships with a sort of clunky engine thrumming away in the background. you know that extremely early ass o clock in the morning road trip feel where it's very pale and a little misty out and you're only sort of awake? i feel like this is a very different kind of road trip music animal than than late-night road trip music. it's pulling you out the door. it's for beginnings, not for very tired almost-ends.

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reading

thank you mackie. very reading heavy week. im tryign to redirect myself into library books instead of election doomscrolling and im trying to read more physical books bc i have a tremendous pile of shit i genuinely do want to read and almost none of it is on my phone. first we'll talk about Navigational Entanglements by Aliette de Bodard, from randomly perusing the library stacks. really really really fucking loved this one.

Award-winning author of The Red Scholar’s Wake Aliette de Bodard comes for your heart with a compelling tale of love, duty, and found-family in an exciting new space opera that brings xianxia-style martial arts to the stars. Jockeying navigator clans guide spaceships through the Hollows: an area of space populated by the mysterious but deadly creatures known as Tanglers. When a Tangler escapes the Hollows for the first time in living memory, each clan must send a representative to help capture it—but the mission may be doomed and the hearts of two clan juniors may be in danger too.

first off: this isn't fucking found family. this is a group of coworkers. tor dot com loves to slap found family on anything gay.

politics is about control and inter-group dynamic politics are also about control. and grappling for control in your life when you grow up in a Young Leadership program. i really liked this, one of the least annoying examples of someone getting overstimulated and needing to lie down in a dark quiet room and how hanging out with some people does not impair rest and hanging out with some people is extremely extremely draining. the love interest is what if lee van cleef was a young vietnamese woman in the far future who can navigate faster than light travel.

very snappy little 160-pg novella that does not overstay its welcome. packs a genuinely surprising amount of worldbuilding and character work into its pages: i have a lot of trouble with ensemble casts post-Covid and keeping everyone straight (especially in hard copy form where I can’t easily search a book) but everyone is a fully formed person here and i had no trouble keeping everyone straight in my head. i will be asking my siblings to acquire a physical copy for me for christmas. i love a fucked up political mystery with spacewalks and space monsters.

the lead, nhi, reminded me a lot of friends at the table's brnine, a self-sacrificing perfectionist fish. hope that's useful information to all three of you i have bullied into listening to fatt

The Shabti by Megaera C. Lorenz. this finally came off my holds, hat tip to i think someone else's tuesdaypost? cannot immediately locate it. holler if it was you.

Can you flimflam a ghost? It’s 1934. Former medium Dashiel Quicke travels the country debunking spiritualism and false mediums while struggling to stay ahead of his ex-business partner and lover who wants him back at any cost. During a demonstration at a college campus, Dashiel meets Hermann Goschalk, an Egyptologist who’s convinced that he has a genuine haunted artifact on his hands. Certain there is a rational explanation for whatever is going on with Hermann’s relics, Dashiel would rather skip town, but soon finds himself falling for Hermann. He agrees to take a look after all and learns that something is haunting Hermann’s office indeed. Faced with a real ghost Dashiel is terrified, but when the haunting takes a dangerous turn, he must use the tools of the shady trade he left behind to communicate with this otherworldly spirit before his past closes in.

this keeps getting reviewed as cozy horror, which i do not agree with bc i hate the term and believe it oxymoronic. it is a fairly straightforward romance with paranormal shit happening in the foreground. a period piece not particularly for the folx end of the fag/folx gay book spectrum-- they happen to be gay but there's a lot of other shit happening. not a spicy romance as the tiktok girlies say. it is a period book that sort of elides over the worst parts of the 30s? eg there is no on-page or overt racism or antisemitism that the characters have to Confront. one of the lead's neighbors is a black nurse trying to start a NAACP chapter, but she's so fully fleshed out and such an enjoyable character it doesn't feel like the book is looking for moral points from modern readers. i also liked the general slow-build of the book and their relationship — i have no complaints about the intensity or pace of their relationship.

the one ding i have is that it is perhaps a touch too enthusiastic about period slang. it's fine when the two leads are talking to each other, especially bc their word choice is a large way they show their personality, but when there are more than two people in a scene it can grate a little for me. i do think the dialogue is generally the strong suit here, and the author particularly excels at two-person back and forths, so it’s not a frequent complaint.

i liked the contrast of the scam medium with the academic egyptologist, since many egyptologists were also scams. the scenes with the spirit are genuinely eerie, which is a very good contrast with the fairly straightforward, often sparse narration.

grudging respect for keeping a joke simmering on the back burner for four hundred pages before deploying it. this was a well-paced read i have no major complaints about.

i have to spin this book around in my brain and get a physical copy and flip back and forth and lot and make notes to myself in a separate notebook before i talk about this one here i think. same brain itch as a canticle for leibowitz.

i also read a bunch of comics but this section is already long enough goodbye

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watching

the first episode of the currently airing penguin tv show! at my bestie's house bc she has an hbo max subscription from something, unfortunately it is an emotionally fraught very tense show and we're kind of full up on those so i will have to finish this on my own. at no point did i say to myself "whoa that's colin farrell". both the prosthetic and accent work are off the charts.

i do Not like a piece of media about the mob. i will stomach it for batman. it's really wild how the accents they've chosen for gotham and her suburbs make me so so so weirdly homesick. one of the locations is an early McMansion and my bestie and i said almost simultaneously "are we in fucking Cherry Hill???" a jersey noveau riche town infested with notable McMansions.

i am constantly chasing the high of s1 black sails where everyone is frantically scheming and falling all over them fucking selves. this gets pretty close! it's big budget prestige tv with the storytelling chops to match so far. one of my favorite comic runs is The Long Halloween, partially about the fortunes of the Maroni and Falcone crime families of Gotham. this is loosely following that, but deviates enough to surprise me, which i enjoy. there have been enough faithful adaptations of that comic run imo.

optimistic about the rest of the season! i have such low expectations for batman media that it's refreshing to get like a genuinely good pilot episode out of the franchise.

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playing

i have Got to find a new game to play that i already own. genshin is such a good podcast game but i need Something New. surely the 576047357649857689 games across five libraries will save me.

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making

so many things happened this week. cat neuter and constipation episode. helped take apart and put back together a children's' room. lot of running around.

crunchy! i almost left these docs at goodwill bc i don't have a super high opinion of the company or the quality of the boots. i have heard my ENTIRE life about how long-lasting they are and how people have had the same boots for years but i completely shredded a pair during eight months in 2019. like the soles were worn almost completely smooth to the point they were a slipping hazard, half the eyelets were broken, and the leather was genuinely disintegrating. that was one of the busiest and most active periods of my life (classes at other campuses both semesters, a summer in new hampshire, the beginning of the makerspace) but i did expect them to hold up a little better or a little longer. they only got to experience about a month and a half of salt at the beginning and were regularly cleaned. yes i did buy them straight from the company.

anyway. these extremely ugly docs industrials had almost all their tread and magically fit me. like the rest of me, my feet are large and wide and difficult to fit. they are by Far the ugliest shoes i have ever owned. however. they will be the boots i will wear for when i need to be okay about potentially destroying my footwear.

hit em with some saddle soap and polished the toes, i seem to be flat out of leather conditioner so i was only able to hit the heels and one tongue. the laces are in the warsh.

they're real leather and were twelve dollars and miraculously fit me. you know that quote about americans being temporarily embarrassed millionaires? i still, in many ways, think of myself as a temporarily embarrassed abled person. i am slowly giving up on the idea of another remote job, bc they seem to all be fake, and going harder on city and county jobs. while i would rather wear my beloved CAT steel toes with the nice padded cuffs any day of the week, maybe these will be good for tromping around somewhere inspecting something. would Love a weights and measures inspection job if their office would return my polite messages.

also ruby goes home tonight! goodbye ruby!

[ratseathumans]

Intro post because I realized I never have done one

INTRO :0

uh you can call me rat or eat or human or all of them..my name is confusing.

What I go by:she/her!

And I’m a minor so..uh..no harassment pretty please

Some fandoms/youtubers/Music I enjoy:

Ramshackle, Pine point, Brooklyn 99! Young Sheldon, ACNH, NIGHT INTO THE WOODS! Heathers (still need to watch the musical) INSIDE JOB!!! (So mad that show got canceled.) Gravity falls, THE FLORIDA PROJECT, everyone in my family has killed someone(book) Poetry?(is..is that a fandom..?) Whatever “:D :) :0 :o :p :3 :/ :\ :> :<“ is

Flamingo, Kubz Scouts, FunkyFrogBait, Danny Gonzalez, Kurtis Conner, and sometimes random shit

Alex g! Lana del ray❤︎︎ Mitski, Heathers the musical music, ICP, Mccaferty, Twenty One Pilots!! (Been a fan since I was born), maybe Will wood? Still figuring it out.

I’m currently learning a six string guitar so any tips will help! I’m also making 2 small projects: The Morning After (where a family find their daughter’s dead body because she died from rat poison, and they have to figure out if it was a suc!de or murder.) And Misty Grove! (Inspired by Pine point, And my friend group.)

Alaskan. Got any questions about that state I’m the gal to answer them

(I’m horrible at geography)

Oh yeah, sometimes I will maybe post some rants just to get them out of my chest, I don’t know why but I find comfort in that. So if those make you uncomfortable you just ignore them:)

DNI: prosh!ppers, Sex!xts, rac!sts, P3dos, and please for the love of the day, do NOT do anon hate, to me or other people, it’s rude and disrespectful.

People that are super duper kewl and you should go them check out:

@highclasshomosexual @zuicidegay @ep1cmorko @booyahhstormz @bluebrey @cornread @coins-and-beans @piratebeanscore @yoitsmealoserr @msmpictures @geralds-little-art-corner @ask-mayfly @averagetmntfan @arvilleaddict @whitepheasant536 @planetahmane @roguepierogi7 @ask-mayfly

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Touhou Project x Panel de Pon Bios (Wave 1)

Sometime has passed since my first 3 commission to @dreamysuite. Now I'm going to make some lore for these commissions, because reasons.

Blossoming Barrier (Lip and Reimu)

If I were to tell you that Lip and Reimu are really good friends, you'd be forgiven for being shocked at the very idea. After all, they have differing personalities, and even Reimu herself thought that this tomboyish fairy would be nothing more than a nuisance, due to how Gensokyo-native fairies tend to act.

However, despite ALL of these factors, the two, in fact, are on very good terms with each other. Even after all of her time in Gensokyo, this strange and mysterious land never stops surprising Lip; it confuses the flower fairy just as much as it amazes her! As such, she looks up to Reimu as a mentor of sorts, often looking to her for guidance, which Reimu will usually supply, even if she finds doing so annoying at times.

Between often going out of her way to help Lip when she needs it and letting her hang around the shrine, some of Reimu's associates tend to joke about Lip being the shrine maiden's little sister. Even her best friend, Marisa, likes to get in on the fun. While Reimu insists that this is not true, it does feel like she's slowly starting to feel this way about Popples' future queen...

Breezing News (Windy and Aya)

Aya Shameimaru is a rather infamous figure in Gensokyo. She runs the Bunbunmaru Newspaper and is notorious for exaggerating her stories and even outright lying. Suffice it to say, most who know her find her very, very annoying. So when Windy came into her life, she seemed to finally get a taste of what everyone thinks of her.

This playful wind fairy is known for her affinity with birds, and it just so happens that Aya is a Crow Tengu. As such, Windy seems to take a shine to her. Or it could be because she finds Aya funny. I kid you not, that's what she said about her.

And in a shocking turn of events, Windy actually manages to run the crow tengu ragged! She's constantly following Aya around, pestering her, and on top of that, she's always calling the crow tengu "Chirpie!" Plus, despite Youkai Mountain being serious about keeping outsiders off the mountain and even going as far as to kill any intruders, for some reason, Windy seems to be able to easily get past their security EVERY. SINGLE. TIME! Eventually, Aya gave up on trying to lose this playful wind fairy and just let her hang around while she works on her stories.

One time, Aya did try sending the wind fairy off with her camera to look for a scoop, just so she could stop bothering her. Windy used up all the film taking pictures of birds, and Aya has never let Windy touch her camera again ever since.

Freezing Mischief (Sherbet and Cirno)

Sherbet is an ice fairy. Cirno is also an ice fairy. It's almost as if fate itself dictated that these two would cross paths (thanks (for nothing), Remilia).

Ever since her partner in crime, Windy, started hanging out (read: bothering) Aya, Sherbet has been more or less doing her own thing. She eventually met Cirno while hanging around Misty Lake (the former was planning on freezing the lake to use as her own personal rink, but the ensuing chaos made her forget all about that plan).

The relationship between these two ice fairies is... complicated, to say the least. One moment, they're working together to cause trouble for Gensokyo's populace; the next, they're getting at each other's throats over a snide remark Sherbet made towards Cirno. The snide remarks occur quite a bit due to of Cirno's mountain-sized ego.

Because they're both ice fairies, it's become something of a running joke to lump the two together. One would say, "The ice fairy is causing trouble again," to which another would usually respond with, "Which one?"

[underachievers-please-try-harder]

Best of 2024

These were my favourite albums of 2024:

Charli XCX - Brat

Fontaines D.C. - Romance

Cindy Lee - Diamond Jubilee

Clarissa Connelly - World of Work

English Teacher - This Could Be Texas

Mabe Fratti - Sentir Que No Sabes

Beth Gibbons - Lives Outgrown

Floating Points - Cascade

Doechii - Alligator Bites Never Heal

Jamie xx - In Waves

Alan Sparhawke - White Roses, My God

The Smile - Wall of Eyes

Mannequin Pussy - I Got Heaven

Beyoncé - Cowboy Carter

Kim Deal - Nobody Loves You More

Tierra Whack - World Wide Whack

Kneecap - Fine Art

Billie Eilish - Hit Me Hard and Soft

Erika de Casier - Still

Tyler, The Creator - Chromakopia

Caribou - Honey

Kim Gordon - The Collective

Clairo - Charm

Personal Trainer - Still Willing

Father John Misty - Mahashmashana

My favourite songs of 2024 were:

Charli XCX - Von Dutch

Chappell Roan - Good Luck, Babe!

Fontaines D.C. - Starburster

Jade - Angel of my Dreams

naafi - Magnolia

Click here for a longer playlist of music I enjoyed in 2024.

[baheuldey]

Lieux secrets (Dans les profondeurs des Monts Brumeux) (Tolktober, 4), 2023, encre de Chine sur papier, 21,5 x 14 cm

[whitedragoncoranth]

Destination Knowhere II

Though Nebula - in her job as Knowhere's Security Chief - had the strange Terran, David, and his dragoness Ieesha watched discreetly... in the end they turned out to be relatively harmless. When they weren't utterly busting their butts to help the citizens of Knowhere with even the simplest of chores - as thanks for their generosity in healing the two - the man and his golden-bronze dragoness were nearly always at the park.

David and Ieesha, it seemed, had vaguely adopted the Star Children--all of them! Yes, the children had parents among the people of Knowhere, but of course people have to work so when said people did, Ieesha watched over them. The big dragoness smiled, misty-eyed, as they rested about her body, dozed under her wings, or climbed all over her. "What can I say? She loves kids," David explained to Nebula one day as all this was going on--and then Nebula giggled as Ieesha gently fawned and fussed over her, dismayed expression on her muzzle as she frowned at the Luphomoid's crude cybernetics before Nebula had to wave her away, saying that she was fine.

Still, Ieesha whined soft and low, and David stated without hesitation, "If you ever do need any work done, our ship has a state-of-the-art Clinic, where we can take a look at you; help you with any medical issues, maybe even give you a few upgrades. It'll cost you nothing. You come see us anytime. Don't be a stranger, eh?" As the unmodified Luphomoid child cheered and jumped up and down inside her - she was talking to a frutackin' dragon rider! - Nebula laughed and nodded. "Deal," she called happily as she went to return to her Office and resume her duties.

Later - when the Star Children were picked up and taken home, as the lighting of the station dimmed to artificial sunset - David and his beloved dragoness tended to the last child under her wing. This was Rocket Raccoon, of course--but the poor fellow looked a little dazed as Ieesha had somehow coaxed him out of his suit; he was nude, yet dignity was upheld as Ieesha's wings were a tremendous privacy shield. Raccoon-calling to him, Ieesha softly, gently, lick-lick-licked him, washing him, bathing him all over! As she did this, David was there with a grooming kit for pets, combs, de-knotting, de-matting, de-shedding brushes--thoroughly working him over.

Rocket, while all this was going on, was drinking from the dragoness; he was suckling milk from a mammalian teat, milk she'd altered just for him to be utterly packed with everything the raccoon needed. The dragoness had been utterly seething furious at the condition of the little one - had badgered David that they needed to get him aboard the Dragon Weyr as soon as possible - and David, after examining him discreetly, even with just a passive psionic scan, acquiesced. ~If the Guardians won't allow it, I'm taking him anyway, poor joor raan! He needs freyend... he needs so much...~

The dragonesses body hitched in a sob, silvery tears falling from her eyes to wet the raccoon's head. Oh, if only her tears alone could heal she thought as David soothed her, gently. "We'll work something out with the other Guardians, love. We must; his pain... it's like shattered glass grinding in my head..." Ieesha keened soft and low. They would do for Rocket what they could now: wash, brush, and groom his fur and have him drink Ieesha's milk, try and get some weight on him such that his ribs weren't showing. ~Perhaps we can tell a small nok, a lie, that something in the Dragon Weyr needs repair that can only be done by the little joor racc'n...~ Ieesha started.

"Ieesha!" David responded softly, alarmed. "We--we can't lie to the Guardians, not after the good we've done here! What's this about? What's gotten into you?" In response, Ieesha shook her head, more tears falling, then looked at her David, stricken. ~... he is dii, mine! Dii fariik pahdul! My... my precious baby. My precious baby, and he is in vaarnufaaz, unrelenting pain! In his hahdrim, his mind, in his kopraan, his body, and his sil, his very soul! He... he hurts so much! He hurts... He hurts...!~ As Ieesha lick-lick-licked Rocket gently and watched over him whilst he suckled from her - the raccoon drifting in and out of sleep - David shook his head ruefully. Sweet, soft, gentle Ieesha, who broke all the "typical dragon tropes" along with the rest of her kin. With open mind and endless compassionate heart, she just wanted to help everyone she could. This wasn't the first time this had happened, and it wouldn't be the last.