#Kestrel Hill

[ravingsockmonkey]

Who says prom is boring in the Sims?

Kestrel Hill saw his boyfriend, Minato Matsuda, being flirty and smoochy with another guy. After slapping him, he ran over to this poor girl and well...

This isn't even the first time I've seen a vampire react to cheating by randomly attack feeding on another sim. It is the first time I've seen a teen vampire do it... and the first time at prom!

Nyon: "Damn, that's wild. Anyway, not my business."

Zelmira: "Uh, is she going to be okay?"

Riley: "Probably, but it's sure going to be tense back at the apartment tonight."

Minato: "Watcher, what was I even doing? I'm a loyal sim! Why did you make Raiden take interest in me?"

Raiden: "You know, maybe I'll skip the after party tonight."

Riley: "I'm pretty sure everyone is skipping the after party tonight."

Kestrel: "Oh, this is awkward."

Noelle yawning in the background: "And why are they dating?"

Minato: "So uh, I didn't miss the prom awards ceremony, did I? You're still mad, aren't you?"

The awards ceremony happens, Minato is crowned prom royalty, but is still upset about what happened. Riley is getting sick, and Kestrel still looks mad as hell. Because he is still mad as hell. Everyone is lowkey a little miserable.

Right before prom ends, Kestrel decides to take a bite out of the principal because... she announced the awards I guess?

And as predicted, everyone kind of ditched the after party.

[dansnaturepictures]

17th December 2024: View, lichen, pine cones, bramble leaves, cow parsley leaves and mushrooms at Lakeside Country Park today and views at Acres Down in the New Forest and Hill Head at the weekend.

Winter heliotrope, Wren seen well again, Kestrel and Great Tit were other highlights at Lakeside with Goldfinches seen at Lakeside and in a tree out the front.

[spacefinch]

Animals at Quarry Hill!

This is one of my favorite places in Minnesota. My friends and I go there every time we visit each other.

[jzfieldnotes]

american kestrel in coyote hills

[spiritsglade]

Peril was clearly hesitant, stepping into the river. Her talons lingered over the surface before finally plunging in, followed immediately by a hiss of steam. Glory wasn't sure if she'd ever tire of the sound.

"I don't think I've ever seen so much water in one place." Peril murmured, looking out across the wide expanse of sluggish water as it winded away through the hills.

Glory nodded along, remembering the small stretch of river she had access to under the cave. It was always frigid, and she hated it. The time Webs got it in his head to teach them all how to swim didn't help. Like the rest of the cave, it held plenty of unpleasant memories.

"Careful not to evaporate it all," she said in response, shifting closer to the water's edge. Her reflection was a little murky, disturbed by Peril's ripples.

Peril tilted her head as she looked back. "Do you think I could do that?"

"Would definitely be impressive. Peril, the destroyer of rivers."

Peril laughed, allowing herself another step forward. "Do you want to come in too? It's different, but it feels kind of nice."

Glory hesitated, then batted away all her doubts a little too harshly. "Yeah, sure." This was not the river Kestrel had shoved her in or the one Tsunami splashed her from. Not the one where the blood and smell lingered for hours afterwards when they tossed food waste in.

Still, she braced herself for the prickly chill of the water as she dipped a talon in, only to jerk back. The lukewarm temperature that greeted her was somehow worse.

Despite it all, she found herself smiling. "I see what you're doing."

"What?" Peril's glance back was furrowed with confusion.

"Going to boil me like a frog in a pot?" Between her increasing giggles, she could tell Peril had no idea what she was on about. It only made her laugh harder.

She was okay. She could handle a little bit of water.

[wings-of-fire-confessions]

*Not posting this unanimously because idc for this one*

Probably not necessarily and/or technically a confession, but-

Since I get too negatively overwhelmed when thinking about making a post that isn’t a reblog, I hope you all don’t mind me putting this here:

Kestrel apologists and/or (over-)sympathizers be like:

“Kestrel isn’t that bad.”

“Kestrel deserved a redemption!”

KESTREL, the dragon they’re apparently talking about:

(Please take all of the time that you need to read and soak in the content within these photos, because…yeah- there’s a LOT of them.)

TW: Child Abuse, Racism, some Ableism.

*Please note that Kestrel does NOT know that Sunny is a hybrid - no one underneath the mountain did - so Kestrel believes that Sunny is FULLY a SandWing

So Kestrel viewing Sunny as ‘defective’ due to her being much smaller than the average dragon AND Sunny NOT being born with a part of her limb (a.k.a, a barbed tail) is, indeed, ABLEISM on Kestrel’s part.

Kestrel physically and verbally abused the DoD since they were the age of toddlers. She physically burned and beated them, verbally insulted and degraded them. She’s a racist, viewing RainWings as “wretched creatures” instead of actual dragons, and (strongly) believing in the stereotypes that ALL RainWings are “lazy” and “stupid”. She even ableist as well, viewing Sunny as “defective”, due to Sunny being smaller than the average dragon and NOT being born with a certain part of her body.

Stating that Kestrel isn’t “that bad” SERIOUSLY undermines what’s she’s done to the DoD and how AWFUL of a dragon she is, which is shown within ALL of the images above.

And stating that Kestrel deserves a redemption - despite literally EVERYTHING awful that she does and states within these images - does NOT make sense for Kestrel writing wise and character wise. ESPECIALLY since Kestrel isn’t shown to have ANY remorse, regret, and even doubt about what’s she has done to the DoD.

And NO, grieving and having trauma does NOT excuse and justify WILLINGLY physically and/or verbally ABUSING literal CHILDREN, REGARDLESS of what someone has been through AT ALL, what-so-ever.

Whether it’s intentional and even unintentional, excusing and justifying literal physical and verbal abuse towards others - even if the abuser is grieving and/or traumatized - is ABUSE APOLOGISM.

And while trauma and/or grieve may (possibly) explain someone’s abuse towards others, it does NOT excuse or justifies it in any way at ALL, what-so-ever.

Kestrel is an awful dragon within The Dragonet Prophecy through and through, and I’ll probably will stay on that hill for the entirety of my life.

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[cryptidclaw]

Cryptidclaw's WC Prefixes List!

Yall said you were interested in seeing it so here it is! 

This is a collection of mostly Flora, Fauna, Rocks, and other such things that can be found in Britain since that’s where the books take place! 

I also have other Prefixes that have to do with pelt colors and patterns as well!

Here’s a link to the doc if you dont want to expand a 650 word list on your Tumblr feed lol! the doc is also in my drive linked in my pined post!

below is the actual list! If there are any names you think I should add plz tell me!

EDIT: I will update the doc with new names as I come up with them or have them suggested to me, but I wont update the list on this post! Plz visit my doc for a more updated version!

Animals

Mammal

Badger

Bat

Bear

Beaver

Bison

Boar

Buck

Calf

Cow

Deer

Elk

Fawn

Ferret

Fox

Goat

Hare

Horse

Lamb

Lynx

Marten

Mole

Mouse

Otter

Rabbit

Rat

Seal

Sheep

Shrew

Squirrel

Stoat

Vole

Weasel

Wolf

Wolverine

Amphibians

Frog

Newt

Toad

Reptiles

Scale

Adder

Lizard

Snake

Turtle

Shell

Birds

Bird

Down

Feather

Albatross

Bittern

Buzzard

Chaffinch

Chick

Chicken

Coot

Cormorant

Corvid

Crane

Crow

Curlew

Dove

Duck

Dunlin

Eagle

Egret

Falcon

Finch

Gannet

Goose

Grouse

Gull

Hawk

Hen

Heron

Ibis

Jackdaw

Jay

Kestrel

Kite

Lark

Magpie

Mallard

Merlin

Mockingbird

Murrelet

Nightingale

Osprey

Owl

Partridge

Pelican

Peregrine

Petrel

Pheasant

Pigeon

Plover

Puffin

Quail

Raven

Robin

Rook

Rooster

Ruff

Shrike

Snipe

Sparrow

Starling

Stork

Swallow

Swan

Swift

Tern

Thrasher

Thrush

Vulture

Warbler

Whimbrel

Wren

Freshwater Fish 

Fish

Bass

Bream 

Carp

Dace

Eel

Lamprey

Loach

Minnow

Perch

Pike

Rudd

Salmon

Sterlet

Tench

Trout

Roach

Saltwater fish and other Sea creatures (would cats be able to find some of these? Probably not, I don't care tho)

Alge

Barnacle

Bass (Saltwater version)

Bream (Saltwater version)

Brill

Clam

Cod

Crab

Dolphin

Eel (Saltwater version)

Flounder

Garfish

Halibut

Kelp

Lobster

Mackerel

Mollusk

Orca

Prawn

Ray

Seal

Shark

Shrimp

Starfish

Sting

Urchin

Whale

Insects and Arachnids

Honey

Insect

Web

Ant

Bee

Beetle

Bug

Butterfly

Caterpillar

Cricket

Damselfly

Dragonfly

Fly

Grasshopper

Grub

Hornet

Maggot

Moth

Spider

Wasp

Worm

Trees

Acorn

Bark

Branch

Forest

Hollow

Log

Root

Stump

Timber

Tree

Twig

Wood

Alder

Apple

Ash

Aspen

Beech

Birch

Cedar

Cherry

Chestnut

Cypress

Elm

Fir

Hawthorn

Hazel

Hemlock

Linden

Maple

Oak

Pear

Poplar

Rowan

Redwood

Spruce

Willow

Yew

Flowers, Shrubs and Other plants

Berry

Blossom

Briar

Field

Flower

Leaf

Meadow

Needle

Petal

Shrub

Stem

Thicket

Thorn

Vine

Anemone 

Apricot

Barley 

Bellflower

Bluebell

Borage

Bracken

Bramble

Briar

Burnet

Buttercup

Campion

Chamomile

Chanterelle

Chicory

Clover

Cornflower

Daffodil

Daisy

Dandelion

Dogwood

Fallow

Fennel

Fern

Flax

Foxglove

Furze

Garlic

Ginger

Gorse

Grass

Hay

Heather

Holly

Honeysuckle

Hop

Hyacinth

Iris

Ivy

Juniper

Lavender

Lichen

Lilac

Lilly

Mallow

Marigold

Mint

Mistletoe

Moss

Moss

Mushroom

Nettle

Nightshade

Oat

Olive

Orchid

Parsley

Periwinkle

Pine

Poppy

Primrose

Privet

Raspberry

Reed

Reedmace

Rose

Rush

Rye

Saffron

Sage

Sedge

Seed

Snowdrop

Spindle

Strawberry

Tangerine

Tansy

Teasel

Thistle

Thrift

Thyme

Violet

Weed

Wheat

Woodruff

Yarrow

Rocks and earth

Agate

Amber

Amethyst

Arch

Basalt

Bounder

Cave

Chalk

Coal

Copper

Dirt

Dust

Flint

Garnet

Gold

Granite

Hill

Iron

Jagged

Jet

Mountain

Mud

Peak

Pebble

Pinnacle

Pit

Quartz

Ridge

Rock

Rubble

Ruby

Rust(y)

Sand

Sapphire

Sediment

Silt

Silver

Slate

Soil

Spire

Stone

Trench

Zircon

Water Formations

Bay

Cove

Creek

Delta

Lake

Marsh

Ocean

Pool

Puddle

River

Sea

Water

Weather and such

Autumn

Avalanche

Balmy

Blaze

Blizzard

Breeze

Burnt

Chill

Cinder

Cloud

Cold

Dew

Drift

Drizzle

Drought

Dry

Ember

Fall

Fire

Flame

Flood

Fog

Freeze

Frost

Frozen

Gale

Gust

Hail

Ice

Icicle

Lightening

Mist

Muggy

Rain 

Scorch

Singe

Sky

Sleet

Sloe

Smoke

Snow

Snowflake

Soot

Sorrel

Spark

Spring

Steam

Storm

Summer

Sun

Thunder

Water

Wave

Wet

Wind

Winter

Celestial??

Comet

Dawn

Dusk

Evening 

Midnight

Moon

Morning

Night

Noon

Twilight

Cat Features, Traits, and Misc. 

Azure

Beige

Big

Black

Blonde

Blotch(ed)

Blue

Bounce

Bright 

Brindle

Broken

Bronze

Brown

Bumble

Burgundy

Call

Carmine

Claw

Cobalt

Cream

Crimson

Cry

Curl(y)

Dapple

Dark

Dot(ted)

Dusky

Ebony

Echo

Fallen

Fleck(ed)

Fluffy

Freckle

Ginger

Golden

Gray

Green

Heavy

Kink

Knot(ted)

Light

Little

Lost

Loud

Marbled

Mew

Milk

Mottle

Mumble

Ochre

Odd

One

Orange

Pale

Patch(ed)

Pounce 

Prickle

Ragged

Red

Ripple

Rough

Rugged

Russet

Scarlet

Shade

Shaggy

Sharp

Shimmer

Shining

Small

Smudge

Soft

Song

Speckle

Spike

Splash

Spot(ted)

Streak

Stripe(d)

Strong

Stump(y)

Sweet

Tall

Talon

Tangle

Tatter(ed)

Tawny

Tiny

Tough

Tumble

Twist

Violet

Whisker

Whisper

White

Wild

Wooly

Yellow

[searchingforserendipity25]

The Eagle's Share

Tw: hunting and animal sacrifice.

Inspired by the incredible Fingon&Eagles relationship in Not In Vain by @polutrope!

-

In Barad Eithel celebrations were held in the middle of every bitter winter, a proud chasing away of the bitter frost Fingolfin's people so loathed.

There were dances, sparring games, and great hunts. Lalwen lead a masking ritual, a time of portents and heady magics; Fingolfin-king poured the mead and the wine, and passed to every cupped palm their due bold of miruvor he had brewed all summer, to each were given their due words of praise and courage.

He spoke and shone as once he had amidst the spluttering fires, a small animal in the Darkening calling to himself a hard, a pack to weather the long night within greater warmth.

Well-loved he was, Fingolfin of the Noldor; to him none were truer than the eldest of his sons, whose bowl was ever poured last, that it should be known the king favoured not his own blood unduly.

But Fingon went by himself, on the darkest nights before the lengthening of the days: and did not return until he had slain a great elk-of-the-woods, or a mad-eyed bear mother, and left the upon the highest peak for the eagles and falcons and ravens to feast upon.

Afterwards he joined the feasting, singing and harping as he went, at that hour when a grey light started to gleam dully to the East; and the music changed, the drums quickened into lighter reels, treacherous leaping staff-on-staff dances. He wore ribbons of goldcloth embroidered with copper in his hair, and about his neck necklaces with eagle feathers - long and sleek and just as golden.

The Great Eagles came not among the Eldar then, but to involve themselves in rare and dire matters; but some of them begot lesser creatures among their wild kin, and it was from such a strain that Fingon raised, and tended, and trained many a generation of bold hunting kestrels, amber-eyed falcons - even some rare grave and little-tamed eagles.

In the back of his aiming hand he inked an eagle, wings spread and proud. It had been the way of mourning in the Ice, when one died, and the body could not be buried; Fingolfin's grave never was seen by Fingolfin's heir.

Still the blood-price must be paid. Fingon went, and brought down his greatest beast yet, a woollen mammoth thick enough to feed a company for the march.

He left it to the wise birds of the realm. The blood gleamed red and slick on the snow, the viscera steaming enough to make his mouth water. As ever he gave them his thanks, begged their pity, praised the glory of their free flight, their hungering defiance, even as Morgoth made foul and weak so much of the land and the land's beasts.

Alone under the judging stars he wept, as he had not yet; a great grief was on him, and a will for revenge. Above all he denied Morgoth's design, that would wipe clean the skies and the earth, till all creatures were his servants, and no honor or memory of good deeds remained alive.

The birds came to feed. They fought among themselves at times, as was their way; yet they were solemn in their devouring, determined as they bit the meat out of the bone and bared it.

Their many eyes were in the night of nights a light of their own, ancient; and their cawing and their calling was insistent, even after all had fed - insistent for blood and vengeance, fierce and fierce enough to tear the silence in many halves. It made the white hills and the high firs tremble with urgency; Fingon's voice too rose, at last, and joined their defiance.

In the dark before a slow dawn rose, he started making ready for war.

The feasting changed with Fingolfin's end, ever less a celebration, more the smothering thrill that gathered, storm-like, in the hearts of the Eldar before a battle. His vassals came more often and from further, to deepen their counsels of war under the guise of a common visit, the trading of winter-gifts made anew into a deep renewal of vows.

Through great gates they went, marveling at the strength and beauty of the fortifications of the Noldor, and in the king's great chamber they bent over his left hand in greeting, that Fingon might clasp their necks and touch their cheeks in welcome.

But Maedhros of Himring alone kneeled at his feet and kissed the tattoo through the king's hawking gloves, his own cleaved right arm pressed against his heart.

So it was in Barad Eithel, that valiant realm, before the walls were broken, when the wild wings of Beleriand were revered.

[mousetoe-wc]

I Got bored one time awhile ago and made a list of every prefix plus some into organised sections so I thought I might as well share.

All the ones that aren’t cannon to warriors, yet at lest are bold

Describing names

Colours: red, russet, copper, golden, amber, yellow, green, blue, violet, pink, white, gray, black, ebony, dark, pale, silver, brown, tawny, fallow

Pattern, Texture + Size: spot/ted, dapple, speckle, freckle, brindle, patch, mottle, ragged, tangle, kink, bristle, fuzzy, curl/y, wooly, soft, sleek, little, tiny, small, slight, short, tall, long, big, heavy, crooked, broken, half, stumpy, shred, torn, jagged

Actions + Character: flip, pounce, bounce, jump, hop, crouch, down, low, drift, flail, strike, running, fidget, mumble, whistle, snap, sneeze, shiver/ing, shining, flutter, fallen, lost, rush, fleet, quick, shy, sweet, brave, loud, quiet, wild, hope, wish,

Other: claw, whisker, dead, odd, one, spike, fringe, echo, song, hallow, haven

Elements

Time + Weather: day, night, dusk, dawn, morning, sky, sun/ny, moon, storm, lightning, thunder, cloud/y, mist/y, fog, snow, blizzard, ice, frost, dew, drizzle, rain, clear, wind, breeze, gale, shadow, shade, bright, light,

Earth/Water/Fire names: stone, rock, boulder, slate, flint, pebble, gravel, sand/y, dust, mud/dy, meadow, hill, rubble, river, ripple, whorl, float, rapid, shimmer, lake, swamp, marsh, wave, wet, bubbling, splash, puddle, pool, creek, fire, flame, flicker, flash, blaze, scorch, ember, spark, ash, soot, cinder, smoke

Plants

Trees: alder, aspen, birch, beech, cedar, cypress, pine, elm, willow, oak, larch, maple, bay, rowan, timber, bark, log, wood, twig, acorn, cone, seed, spire

Berry/Nut/Fruit/Herb: juniper, elder, sloe, holly, yew, mistle, bramble, hickory, hazel, chestnut, nut, apple, cherry, cranberry, olive, pear, plum, peach, chive, mint, fennel, sage, basil, mallow, parsley

Flowers: aster, poppy, primrose, rose, bluebell, marigold, tansy, pansy, briar, cherry, daisy, dandelion, daffodil, tulip, violet, lily, myrtle, thrift, yarrow, heather, lavender, blossom, bloom, flower, petal

Other: leaf, frond, fern, bracken, sorrel, hay, rye, oat, wheat, cotton, reed, pod, cinnamon, milkweed, grass, clover, weed, stem, sedge, gorse, furze, flax, nettle, thistle, ivy, moss, lichen, bush, vine, root, thorn, prickle, nectar

Animals

Mammals: mouse, rat, mole, vole, shrew, squirrel, hedgehog, bat, rabbit, hare, ferret, weasel, stoat, mink, marten, otter, hog, wolf, hound, fox, vixen, badger, deer, doe, stag, fawn, sheep, cow, pig, lion, tiger, leopard, lynx, milk

Birds: robin, jay, cardinal, thrush, sparrow, swallow, shrike, starling, rook, swift, dove, pigeon, crow, raven, duck, goose, heron, wren, finch, swan, stork, quail, gull, lark, owl, eagle, hawk, kestrel, buzzard, kite, hoot, feather, bird, egg, talon

Fish, Reptiles + Amphibians: pike, perch, pollack, trout, tench, cod, carp, bass, bream, eel, minnow, fin, snake, adder, lizard, turtle, frog, toad, newt

Bug type Names: bug, lady or ladybug, moth, spider, ant, snail, slug, beetle, bee, wasp, dragon or dragonfly, bumble, worm, maggot, cricket, fly, midge, web, honey

Skyclan + Warriorclan: Bella, Billy, Big, Harry, Harvey, Snook, Ebony, Monkey

[yandereplumsim]

Have meant to do this graphic for a while, here is more or less how i group most of the premade Teens by ages. The sophomore and Junior are together because i just needed 3 groups.

The ages for the Smith teens are mixed because they work better for me this way, and i wanted Orion and Kestrel to be the oldest. I'm still debating about Patrick and Loren being "Freshman" or "Sophomore/Juniors". I imagine Swan as the youngest of the group.

David Ottomas is older than the other kids from Riverblossom Hills for no special reason.

I have yet to decide about the teens from Desiderata Valley and Belladonna Cove

[ravingsockmonkey]

List 5 facts about a favorite sim of yours, and send this to 10 simblrs whose sims you adore ♥♥♥

This is Kestrel Hill! You might remember him from Minato Matsuda's TDS3 intro/application post or if you missed that, then you may recognize him as the teen vampire who made prom VERY memorable. This randomly generated mean teen townie wormed his way into my heart and is now one of my favorite sims.

He's a teen, yes, but he's old AF - he went to high school with at least half of Bella & Mortimer Goth's 12 kids.

He wasn't always a vampire - I decided to have Vlad turn him as "punishment" for being so mean to all of my played teens.

I found out shortly afterwards that he's got the Outdoor Enthusiast aspiration and legit felt bad about #2.

He lived in a house with several other orphaned teens for a bit, which is where he met and started dating Minato.

After becoming a vampire, nearly every single one of my played teens that have met him have had a crush on him.

[dansnaturepictures]

3rd September 2023: Clouded Yellow and more at Old Winchester Hill

Photos taken in this set: 1 and 2. The Clouded Yellow. I am ecstatic that we saw this sun coloured butterfly flitting around the rich meadows, landing on flowers, an astonishing sight stationery and in the air flashing it's brighter yellow parts and black spots. This is for me one of our most grand, enigmatic and enchanting species, and it was a true honour to get such fine views of this one. Seeing it battle Adonis Blues and fly with Brimstones and Small Heath was exceptional. This is such an important sighting for me as my first of the species this year, my 47th butterfly species of the year and it will be the last one we see. It was a target of ours and it was just getting into being a lengthening quest to see one this year so it was rewarding to see one for another year. I am so pleased to reach 47 butterfly species seen this year, two higher than my previous highest totals. Its been a sensational few months of butterfly watching, with Clouded Yellow - ten years on from when we first ever saw one like many of the species - the icing on the cake, and it was lovely seeing Brimstones flitting around today too a nice full circle with that my first butterfly species of the year seen in Winchester back in March. 3. Hawksbeard. 4. Lovely lesser stitchwort. 5. Yellow flowers in the garden on this yellow weekend for us. 6. Actually the same photo as the first distantly centring on the clouded yellow, but I kept an un-cropped version as I loved the meadow around it including wild carrot, thistle, hawksbeard type flowers and rose hips. 7, 8, 9 and 10. Glorious views on a gorgeous day in this hot and sunny weather, I never tire of the panoramic and divine South Downs views here and having to come back after not seeing the Clouded Yellow on the (still brilliant) trip here last Sunday was a treat I love this place.

The electrifying Adonis Blues, lots of Small Heath and Meadow Browns, the Brimstones, some Chalkhill Blues, Speckled Wood, Small White and thrilling views of an excellent Painted Lady made it another epic butterfly day, with Mint moth type moths seen quickly. A dragonfly seen quickly I couldn't tell which, ladybird, cricket/grasshopper and bee were other insect highlights. We got amazing views of Kestrel once again of late with one whizzing by us before we got a good view of it on a tree, and Buzzards in the air were a delight to watch on a great day for raptors soaring high. We also saw Swallow, a Yellowhammer briefly and I heard the eerie bark of Raven. Wild basil and marjoram, ragwort, viper's-bugloss, carline thistle, knapweed, eyebright, unique views of harebells, rosebay willowherb and field/small and devil's-bit scabious were key flowers seen. Elderberries looked stunning at the car park and hawthorn berries put a red coat over the landscape. A top butterfly day, it was good to chat to some fellow enthusiasts we'd seen before too. It was good to see a Migrant Hawker out the front when home today the first dragonfly or damselfly I recall seeing at or from home. Black-eyed Susan, sedum, buddleia and sunflower looked great in the sun at home. A fantastic wild weekend.

[ruiningsalads]

Kestrel! Happy DADWC! For your Throne/Davrin: "Come over the hills and far away with me / And be my love in the rain" from your Frost prompts. Have fun!

Grey, my friend! this is a short one, but sweet.

a Veilguard ficlet (maybe a drabble? I didn't count) for @dadrunkwriting

Petrichor was one of Osla's favorite smells, especially when it was in Arlathan. The qunari sat just inside a shallow cave and watched the pouring rain in quiet contentment.

At least, until she heard familiar, heavy footfalls approaching her little sanctuary. Davrin ducked into the cave beside her, his clothes soaked through. "I was wondering where you went."

She smiled over at him. "I wanted to avoid getting roped into washing the mud off the feather brigade."

He chuckled. "That's a losing battle, anyway." He shucked off his sodden jacket and settled next to her on the ground. For a while, they sat together and watched the rain, leaning against one another without realizing they were doing it.

It was quiet, and comfortable, and there was no one else Osla would want to be stuck in the rain beside.

[addictedtowords16]

On the day of the dead, when the year too dies, Must the youngest open the oldest hills Through the door of the birds, where the breeze breaks. There fire shall fly from the raven boy, And the silver eyes that see the wind, And the Light shall have the harp of gold. By the pleasant lake the Sleepers lie, On Cadfan’s Way where the kestrels call; Though grim from the Grey King shadows fall, Yet singing the golden harp shall guide To break their sleep and bid them ride.

The Grey King

[corrupted-starcharts]

Giving one last look to the base, Kestrel nods to herself and climbs into the driver's seat of her Roamer. A half-beaten, blue and teal junker, kept running so well due to Onfim's black-market tech.

Settled in her seat, she taps a button on the side of her helmet, and its 'eyes' alight, connected to her own glass eye. Kestrel inputs Zed's coordinates, ready to activate a target sweep. She waits for a bit, until a gravity storm kicks up, to take off like a shot out of the exocraft bay and up a southward hill, where a combination of lessened gravity and her vehicle's momentum carries her far upward and forward, her stomach rising into her throat before violently lurching back downward.

The Roamer hits the ground again with a heavy slam, and bounces a little on the uneven ground. Kelplike, gargantuan plants fly past her view, swaying as if underwater, sand and soil kicks up behind the exocraft as if churned by waves; it's all more than a little disorienting.

As Kestrel heads further south, her mind wanders. She felt out of her depth, certainly. She'd tracked and hunted colossal horrors, but this... really, Kestrel didn't know what they were looking for, what was fully going on, aside from Anomaly's kidnapping, and as of yet, she and her companions hadn't caught much wind of the kidnapper. It was hard to actually feel helpful, here.

》 There's got to be a way to pull some kinda data from that--

A trill emitting from her scanner pulls her back into focus, and she switches to its Target Sweep mode, tuned to Zed's coordinates. It beeps sharply - still oriented in the correct direction at least, with about 200u to go, he's likely somewhere just over the next hill.

She revs the old Roamer's engine and it careens up the hill, and as she lands a cave entrance comes into view, and what she hopes is the Traveller she's looking for.

[chiropteracupola]

wip wednesday

why not a snippet of sharpe ladyhawke au on this fine rainy Wednesday?

“What do you think’s become of Captain Sharpe and the lads?” asked Perkins, staring out into the darkness as if he could see their traces somewhere in the depths of the hills. Moonset was long past, and the little balcony was lit only by a pair of lanterns. Teresa leaned on the railing beside him, and hummed softly to herself, not gracing the young rifleman with a response.

“Well?” Perkins took it upon himself to speak again, hoping for an answer, though he knew that Teresa had only the smallest bit more information than he himself did.

“He’ll take care of himself — he always has before.” Teresa stared over the edge of the balcony into the first threads of dawn, and Perkins stared after her. He opened his mouth to speak, to say isn’t it you and Harper that take care of him, but when Teresa turned to look at him, her eyes flashed gold-black in the lingering dimness of the day’s first light, and then she was gone in a flutter of wings.

“Oh, be careful, Miss!” cried Perkins, for he remembered the way his stomach had dropped when he had seen her shot out of the sky, and it was a terrible long way down for such a brittle-boned creature. But Teresa had been right in deeming herself well enough to take to the air again, and did not fall, but soared. She made a graceful circle down into the valley, the gentlest flicks of her wing-feathers allowing her to turn midair.

Perkins laughed aloud at the wonder of it, the small silhouette of Teresa in her kestrel-shape a scrap of shadow against the sunrise. For a moment, he wondered if it was truly quite so terrible to be half a bird, and to know the sky as Teresa did. Leaning out over the edge of the balcony, he felt almost a bird himself, and whooped as Teresa tried her paces properly for the first time since her injury. But all too soon she faltered, her turns growing less precise and her new-mended wing already weak with exhaustion.

She stooped, diving in a near-vertical path back down to the balcony and the lad waiting there, and made the neatest of landings on the railing, dipping down her head like a performer taking a bow. Perkins held out a hand, and Teresa stepped onto it, her talons cold and hard against his wrist. Sharp, too — she could have torn him open with one twitch, but she wouldn’t do so. She was heavier than he recalled, all the compact strength of the partisan bound down into the little hunting-bird.

“Shall we go inside, then, and see if Sarge can find us some breakfast?” said Perkins, his head still buzzing with the wonder of watching Teresa in her flight. He smiled at her little churr of approval, and turned, still holding her steady on his arm.