#Artisan of Dreams (Spyro Verse)

[twilightprince101]

Out of all the days that I could have overslept why did it have to be today? (I think you can make 5 sentences from that)

“Out of all the days that I could have overslept, why did it have to be today?! I was the one who had suggested we meet up around Dragon Shores today, just a private date between the two of us! Serves me right for using an alarm clock I just made myself. If I don’t want to make Elora wait, I’m gonna have to fly as fast as I can. I may not be the best at it just yet, but desperate times call for desperate measures!!!”(Thanks for the asko dudio!)

[twilightprince101]

Dear Charlie,

I’m sorry for the lateness of this letter but I wanted to make sure that I had all my words right before I sent it.

I know it hasn't been easy for you, coming to live in the Artisans realm and even harder for you to make friends with the others. Despite all the Challenges that were put against you, you managed to face them with your head held high.

I’d also like to thank you for all you’ve done.For being the best the best older brother to Spyro, even if it results in all out prank wars. For taking the time to help with the hatchlings, they are always telling me how much they love when you look after them. For always helping with ideas for bigger and grander clocks. For helping to put out all the fires because of said clocks.

To think that’s the unsure person that I met all that time ago would become such a crucial member of mine and so many people's lives. Whether you are my Apprentice or not, please know that there is always a room for you in stone hill should you need it.

I hope to see you again soon, I have some clock designs that I know only you can help with and I would love to hear your new story ideas.

Stay safe, and I hope to see you soon,

Lindar

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(Happy late to my s/I my friend :3) -Banon

Banon you have no idea how heartwarming this is oh my goodness

I’ll be honest, this letter was extremely what I needed right now, it really helped make me smile. Thank you so much my dude

[luteoflaughs]

{♚}—; As Nestor was running his morning routine and performing some of his duties, checking up on some of the dragons after getting a quick breakfast he went off to check and make sure everything was running peacefully and smoothly in the Artisan home. 

So far everything seemed alright, even for Spyro who came to see him early this morning and went off to spend some time at Dragon Shores for a play Darius was to perform later today. 

However, as the green dragon went to go and see Tomas next, a dragon whom wasn’t at home but if he wasn’t there or practicing his lute in public space he knew exactly where he must be. So he made his way to the ledge overlooking the homeworld, where as he approached he could hear the beautiful songs and sound of the lute playing from the bard. 

Not wanting to startle him in the middle of a song he waited for him to finish his current verse as he approached and spoke up, gently and calmly. “Good morning Tomas, I hope you’re having a pleasant day practicing your songs.”

As soon as that kind voice spoke Tomas felt a warm emotion well up from within his heart. There was only one dragon in all the realms that bought out this wonderful feeling from Tomas. The bard shut his eyes as he gently grabbed onto the emerald on his neck. He needed to remain composed as he faced the Artisan Leader. Whenever this moment came, Tomas couldn’t deny this was when he was happiest. However, it was also when he was most afraid. To him Nestor was the one he adored above all others. There were many times that he would imagine them being together. He even created dreams of those moments inside his tower.

Music

“Nestor, how nice to see you on this wonderful morning.”

As he spoke there was no trace of the emotions beneath the mask Tomas projected. Nestor never once suspected the one who clung onto him so much as a youngling felt such devotion towards him. Tomas stopped playing his lute before directing all of his attention toward the shining green visage of the Artisan Leader.

“How can this humble bard be of use to you? Do you need a song of me?”

Tomas smiled, he could easily get lost looking upon Nestor for too long. He held himself back, making sure his hat covered his eyes as he looked downwards. He acted like he was checking the strings of the lute, yes that would work perfectly.

A Song Of Finality

[luteoflaughs]

….Well, this was without a doubt the most creative greeting Moneybags had ever received. As a conman who understood the power of words, he couldn’t help but be impressed by the dragon’s skillful inventiveness.

Granted, most of it had been clear threats against him… But at least no one was attacking him just yet. And err, hopefully, he could manage to keep it that way. After trying to steal an egg from Spyro, he knew he was risking a lot by coming here to the Dragon Realms. In the end, however, he decided the chance to find new customers to swindle outweighed the potential repercussions.

Unfortunately, it seemed like the first dragon he came across wasn’t going to be easily fooled. That wouldn’t stop Moneybags from trying though.

“My, my, that was quite a masterful verse of poetry!” the bear began, trying to brush the concern of the threats aside, and adopting a confident and friendly air as he gazed up at Tomas. “I just so happen to be a talented poet myself.” Clearing his throat, he continued in haiku:

“Pleasure to meet you, fellow poet and trickster. Now, let me just say:

Despite what you’ve heard, I’m not here to cause trouble. My ‘theft’ of an egg…

was just a simple misunderstanding, you see. I give you my word.”

Tomas laughed, he had to admit the brazenness of this bear was certainly interesting. The dragon had to give some respect to those who followed their goals with such determination. However, he would never forgive someone who would trade away the life of a unborn child for mere gems. He opened with:

Song

“Spyro is no liar, to doubt him even once would be most dire. He had saved many before he met you, those trapped in crystal still owe him a due. Dragons of art, peace, magic, beast, and dreams hold him close. While Gnasty Gnorc with his spell so strong sought only to dispose. We dragons cast him aside in years past, a hate for our race it grew all because we chose to make him an outcast.”

Tomas shut his eyes and concentrated on his next few rhymes. He was unleashing every word he could muster from his mind into this battle of words.

“You on the other hand, we know little. You come from a world from which our connection is brittle. Once again, Spyro who was our only source. Gave us information on Avalar that we happily endorse. That child is an Artisan, while you are a charlatan. Who to believe? A child? Or a bear who is known to deceive?”

Tomas made a shrugging motion as if daring Moneybags to fight back.

A Song Of Lies