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It’s getting colder out doodle 🤧
#my art#naddpod#doodle#not another dnd podcast#ba2mia#ba2umia#calliope petrichor#cyra petrichor#cyra#having fun with just drawing with no intention
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i should have been more emotionally prepared for how head over heels in love with cyra i am but I WASNT .
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“make them stop doing that.” oli and foster the hugging brothers
#my art#naddpod#not another dnd podcast#calliope petrichor#digital art#dnd#emily axford#brian murphy#naddpod fanart#cyra igni#callie petrichor#oli#foster
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The meeting of Cyra and Calliope ☔️🔥
This was such a beautiful moment, and I had a lot of fun coming up with designs for the serpents!
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Cyra: Were you lying, Calliope?
Callie: Well it depends on how you define ‘lying’.
Cyra: Well, I define it as not telling the truth. How do you define it?
Callie: Reclining your body in a horizontal position.
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Soo...who else is shipping Syra and Tris 1?
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That is hauntingly familiar. I hope it doesn't get brought up again.
The thought of a small village reminded her of the vague bits of memory she could gather from when she was a child. Things she wished to never cross her mind again as the pain attached to them was more than she wanted to bear. Rather than offering him a verbal response to his tale, she simply offered him a gentle smile in return for what he shared.
"Perhaps that feather would be better being carried rather than stuffed in your quiver." She chuckled. At this point, she believed he was doing it on purpose. The fluffy end of her tail briefly swished to the side in amusement.
Cyra listened to the brief summary of his past. Hers was short and sweet, but he seemed to enjoy talking about his family. The way he proudly held himself when mentioning the obstacles he had to overcome to be where he was in the present said a lot about the kind of person he was. Prideful, for sure. Yet, mixed in with all of that was a Miqo'te who had a gentleness and a want to aid others. Everyone had a little bit of wanting to save the world, she just hadn't realized the majority of them happened to exist in Eorzea.
At his question, Cyra paused again. She should have expected for others to ask about it, especially if they had never left the lush greens of the Black Shroud. Even with how well-traveled the fledgling healer was, she hadn't set foot in the hot dunes and canyons of Thanalan. She was going off of the things she had read in books, or what little Bryn told her of the region.
"It's not always dust and sand, but it certainly is hot. Makes sense why my ancestors chose to stay underground in the mines." She chuckled. Cyra hoped he wouldn't ask any more about it. All she would be able to feed him were lines from books that lined her library. In truth, she wanted to travel more. The trip from Garlemald to the Black Shroud took her through Coerthas, a cold and unforgiving snowscape. The Black Shroud could be hot, but not nearly as warm as the desert of Thanalan. Even if it would make her uncomfortable, she still wanted to see it for herself.
"Best make sure you're well stocked for a pack of angry Ziz, then!" She crinkled her nose with a teasing smile as she spoke to him. "They're not all bad, but when they're on a rampage, best be ready!" She laughed.
She couldn't remember the last time she laughed this much. Her sole focus had been on her studies as of late, and it definitely had taken its toll on her. If she wasn't careful, she could become addicted to his company. Much like her mentor, Cyra schooled her emotions back, gently resuming the solitary healer façade as the cabin came into view.
It was quite dilapidated. Still had a few missing shingles on the roof, but with the large tree that cradled the humble abode in its roots, she didn't have much to worry about with the rain. The moss that grew over nearly every inch of the logs that made up her home almost had it completely camouflaged in the surroundings. The place definitely looked like it had been abandoned for some time. The smell of it though was an absolute wonder. If the healer had fallen in love with the smell of a cooked meal, then this was her true love. Moss did not grow anywhere in the cold reaches of Garlemald. She didn't even know the smell of petrichor until she had reached the border of the forest. The Miqo'te took in a deep breath, appreciating the refreshing aroma of the forest's bounty.
"Home, sweet home." She whispered.
She was so...intriguing. The archer found himself listening to her closer, to the way her voice fluctuated and fell, how she reacted and seemed genuinely surprised to hear his story, not to mention at least interested. He took note of her ears, the way they lay flat as he approached, then stood up when he corrected his movement. His blue eyes did not miss much, honed skills useful for reading body language as much as hunting prey, his gaze dancing over her as his tail swayed calmly behind him. Kaleh'a paused and mused over her words, over how she said them, her speech interesting to him in how it differed from his own. Although if she was from Thanalan, perhaps that explained the pattern of speech.
"Truly, I am glad you didn't experience it. It was an...adjustment." His voice was reflective, his eyes distant, and a touch of a smile on his lips. "I came from a small village, where everyone knew everyone, my clan hardly more than two strong when I left and living among those of the land. It was such a shock seeing so many people all in one place! Even more so to find a universal dislike of my profession and past." He chuckled and bowed though, the feather flopping over his hat and face, even as he stood up with a grin. "Luckily, my charm and skill won them over!"
After a moment of beating the feather out of his face again, he slowly started to head the same way she had so far led him, offering his own past in return. "It was a small, secluded space, on the outskirts of the Shroud. It's only a few days journey from here, where the trees are shorter and the game more plentiful. Everyone knew everyone, and we watched out for each other." He smiled warmly at the memories, his blue eyes twinkling as he met her gaze. "I learned to hunt there, and how to listen to the forest. To know when to hunt and when to release game back to their home. It's all a balance, and one I want to protect.
He let his thoughts trail off, before taking a deep breath and stretching slightly as he walked, tail sticking out straight behind him before returning to its slow lazy wanderings. "Thankfully, that is all in the past now!"
He had never made it that far, his small home town bordering the Black Shroud the only place he had lived, and he couldn't help but ask, "Is it really as dusty as they say it is? Sand as far as the eye can see?" That was how the great land of trade and hard labor was once described to him, and he always wondered what that would be like. A life of green foliage versus one of drab browns and shifting sand.
"Oh and the Ziz? If they came charging up I'd shoot them down before they reached your home! Probably... Maybe... As long as I didn't run out of arrows..." He would boast when he could, but he didn't want to give the healer false hopes so close to home.
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eydika’s name list 2.0
more... names because the first name list I made isn’t enough anymore
A
Abaddon
Abbey / Abbie
Abel
Ace
Ada
Adam
Adrien
Agnes
Aiden
Akari
Alaska
Alchemy
Alec / Alex / Alexa
Alessi / Alessia
Alexis
Aliana / Alianna
Alice
Alison
Alistair
Alivia
Allie / Ally
Alpha
Alya
Amber
Amelia
Amity
Amos
Amy
Andie / Andy
Andrew
Andromeda
Angel
Anita
Anna / Anne
Annabelle / Annie
Apollo
Apple
Apricot
April
Archer / Archie
Arden
Ares
Argus
Ariel
Aron / Aaron / Auron
Arrow
Artemis
Arthur
Artis
Arya
Ash / Asher
Aspen / Aspyn
Astrid
Athena
Atlas
Atticus
Aubrey / Audrey
Audio
Auger
Auggie
August
Aurelia
Aurora
Austin
Autumn
Ava / Avaline / Avalon / Aveline
Avery / Avrey
Aya
B
Baby
Barbie
Basil
Bea / Bee
Bean
Beatrice / Beatriz
Bébé
Beck / Beckett
Beetle
Bella / Belle
Beryl
Betty
Bijou
Billie
Birdie
Bishop
Bitter
Blair / Blaire
Blaise
Bloom
Blue / Blu
Boheme
Bonnie
Bowie
Briar
Bridget
Brina
Brody
Bryson
Bunny
Byron
C
Cade / Cadea / Caden
Cairo
Cal / Calum
Caleb
Callie
Calliope
Calvin
Cameron
Candace
Canopy
Carly / Carlie
Carol / Caroline
Carter
Casper
Cassandra
Cassius
Catherine
Celia
Cetus
Chance
Charlotte
Cherry
China
Chip
Chloe
Cian
Cinnamon
Civet
Clara / Clary / Clarabelle
Claire
Clementine
Cleo
Clover
Cobalt
Colby
Colt / Colten
Constance
Cooper
Cora
Corey
Corvus
Cosmo
Cricket
Cynthia
Cyra
Cyrus
D
Dacre
Daisy
Dakota
Dalia
Dallas
Damien
Dana
Dandelion
Dandy
Dante
Daphne
Darby / Darcy
Darius
Darla
Davina / Divina
Davos
Dawn
Deacon
Deb
December
Deja
Delaney
Delta
Demi
Denim
Denver
Desmond
Dexter
Diego
Digit
Dion / Dior
DJ
Doe
Domino
Donna
Doran
Dorothy / Dot / Dottie
Douglas
Dune
Dusk
Dylan
E
Eachan
Ebele
Ebony
Echo
Eden
Edris
Effi / Effie
Egan
Elijah
Eliza
Ella / Ellie
Elliot
Ellis
Elodie
Elsbeth / Elspeth
Elsie
Elyse
Embla
Emily
Emlyn
Emma
Emmett
Emory
Erica
Erin
Ernest
Ernie
Esryn
Estelle
Ethan
Eugene
Eva / Eve / Evie
Evan
Evangeline
F
Fae / Fee
Faith
Fawn
Fawke
Felix
Fenris
Fergus
Ferris
Fig / Figgy
Finbar
Fizz
Fletcher
Fleur
Flint
Flora / Florence
Forrest
Fox
Frankie
Freya
G
Gage
Gaia
Gavin
Gemma
Gene / Genesis / Genevieve
Gigi
Gil
Giselle
Gladys
Gloom
Gloria / Glory
Goldie
Grace / Gracie
Greta
Griffin
Gus
H
Hadley
Hailey
Hana
Harlow
Harmony
Harper
Hawk
Hayden
Hazel
Hector
Henley
Henry
Hera / Hero
Honey / Honeydew
Hope
Hunter
I
Ian / Ion
Idris
Ieni
Iesha
Illori
Ilya
Imelda
Imogen
Imp
India
Indira
Ingrid
Irina
Iris
Isaac
Isara
Isla
Ivory / Ivy
Izzy
J
Jack / Jackie
Jade
Jake
Janice / Janis
Jason
Jasper
Jay / Joy
Jenan
Jericho
Jerry
Jibo
Jill
Jinx
Joan
Jude / Judith
Juleka
Juli / Julip
June / Juno
Juniper
Jupiter
Justice
K
Kaiven
Kale
Kappa
Kayla
Kellen
Kelly
Kes
Kimber
Kitana
Kitty
Kiwi
Knox
Kris
Kristy / Kirsty
Krull
Kumo
L
Laken
Lana
Lapse
Lark
Laurel
Lavender
Lemon
Lenka
Leo / Leon / Leonie
Levitt
Liberty
Lilac
Lilith
Lima
Lindsey
Locus / Lotus
Lottie
Luca / Luka
Lucia / Lucie / Lucy
Lucille
Lucky
Luis
Luna / Louna
Luther
Lux
Lynn
M
Mabel / Mable / Maple
Madison
Mae / May
Maeve
Magnolia
Mango
Mantis
March
Marcia / Marcy
Margaux / Margo / Margot
Marina
Marion
Marley
Marmalade
Mars
Martha
Mary
Mason
Maude
Maura
Maxine
Maya
Meadow
Medea
Melancholia
Melba
Memphis
Mercedes
Mercy
Mick
Milan
Milla
Millenia
Milo
Mina / Mona
Minerva
Minnie
Minnow
Miron
Misery
Mona
Monday
Montgomery
Monty
Morrigan
Morwenna
Myrtle
N
Nana
Nancy
Nasira
Nate
Nathaniel
Naveed
Navy
Ned
Nefarian
Ness
Nestor
Never
Newt
Nikki
Noah
Nora
Norma
Nova
Nutmeg
Nye
Nyx
O
Octa
October
Odessa
Olive / Olivia
Ollie
Omega
Omen
Onyx
Opal
Ophelia
Oriana / Orion
Oscar / Oskar
Otis
Owen
Ozzy / Ozzie
P
Paige
Paisley
Parker
Pat / Pattie
Paula / Paola
Pea / Peach
Pebble
Penelope
Pepper
Pepsi
Percy
Petrichor
Philippa
Philomena
Phoebe
Phoenix
Piccolo
Pip / Piper
Pixie
Poe
Pollux
Pomeline
Poppy
Portia
Primrose
Q
Queen
Quentin
Quibble
Quincy
Quinn
R
Rachel
Radian
Ransom
Raven
Ray
Razzia
Rebus / Remus
Reverie
Rhubarb
Rick
Rider / Ryder
Rigby
Rilla
Roach
Robin
Rory
Rosa / Rosalie
Rose
Roux
Rowan
Roxanne / Roxie / Roxy
Ruben
Ruby
Rune
S
Sabina / Sabine / Sabrina
Sable
Sadie
Saffron
Sage / Saige
Salem
Sam / Samantha / Sammie
Savant
Savian
Scarlett
Scotty
Scout
Sean
Sesame
Shea
Skye / Skylar
Sloane
Solomon
Spencer
Sprout
Star
Stella
Sunny
Sybil
Syc
Symphony
T
Tabea
Tabitha / Tabs
Tali / Talia
Tasha
Tate
Tau
Temper
Tharan
Theodora / Theodosia
Theros
Thimble
Thirteen
Thorn
Tia
Tilda
Tina
Topaz
Tora / Torian
Trinity
Trixie
Trope
Tulip
Turnip
Twig
U
Ukiyo
Umara
Umbra
Ursa
V
Valentin
Valerie
Valora
Vargas
Vaughn
Vector
Vega / Vegas
Velvet
Venus
Vera
Vernon
Vesper
Vinette
Violet
Vivek
Volt
W
Waverly
Wednesday
Wendy
Wes
Whisper
William
Willow
Winnie
Winona
Winter
Wish
Wren
X + Y + Z
Xena / Xenia
Xeno / Xenos
Yuki
Yuri
Zafira
Zaria
Zephyr
Zero
Zoe / Zoelle
Zona
Zyra
LAST NAMES
Abbot
Abernathy
Alton
Arcanum
Ashe
Astor
Badger
Balker
Bass
Bennett
Benton
Blake
Bleu
Blunt
Blythe
Cable
Cabot
Cain
Carter
Carver
Castillo
Choi
Clemonte
Coldwell
Collins
Colt
Craft
Craven
Crimson
Croft
Dabney
Danvers
Dayholt
Delpy
Driver
Dyer
Eades
Edge
Epithet
Epps
Evert
Farley
Fell
Fenner
Fig
Finch
Findlay
Fletcher
Foley
Fowler
Fray
Freud
Frost
Geller
Gill
Guest
Hale
Hapley
Harp
Hart
Hearst
Hooper
Hunt
Hyde
Ivy
Jinx
Keller
Kersey
Kingsley
Knight
Knox
Kraft
Krav
Laveau
Lecter
Lock / Lockwood
Lowell
Lush
Marr
Mills
Mist
Morgan
Morrison
Murray
Myers
Oaks
Patel
Pierce
Pike
Powell
Price
Pruitt
Quint
Quiver
Random
Ripley
Ryder
Sears
Sloane
Sparks
Stele
Strom
Sutton
Talbot
Tate
Thorne
Twig
Twist
Tycho
Utley
Valentine
Vance
Vaughn
Vos
Walker
Wallow
Weaver
Webb
Wiley
Wilkes
Winston
Wreath
Wright
Wrong
York
Zella
Zepeda
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man I need to catch up on naddpod I know cyra was built to make me crazy
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THERE ARE FUCKING EVENTS OCCURING IN THIS NADDPOD EPISODE
#posts by me dot com#ba2mia#ba2umia#naddpod#i drew some cyras and then. and then the Scene hit#cyra petrichor#cyra igni
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petrichors !
#my lil hc is that they all have little birthmarks#callie is like freckled/raindrops on a window#cyra is like the sea foam on the shore#and oliana has more crystal/fractal frost type thingg#.... and i cant draw any of that so theres just squiggles un#use ur imagination and pretend im rlly good at drawing#posts by me dot com#naddpod#ba2mia#ba2umia#calliope petrichor#oliana petrichor#cyra petrichor#. i think the wiki says syra? but um. its cyra >>>>
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Cyra
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wip of cyra and calliope i need to relisten for cyras description
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gonna workshop cyras outfit some more but i like the hair for sure
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not to song post again but aryox + oliana. huh. what if.
#aryox to melora and oliana to oberron#but. whatever..........#i think about the petrichors. often.#ramble tag#they make me SICK#so what if im thinking about aryox dying there in that chamber a spirit that never rests and twisting itself into havoc#who came repentant to melora with his heart. her heart now..#oliana hunted out of existence#cyra and callie watching olianas excecution#cyra inheriting her mothers lifelong quest for vengeance. the gift of divination that doomed their family.#callie just wanting someone to be close to and she could never get it#cyra like her mother; only ever showing her protection and care through veils and from a distance#callie oath of redemption...#cyra alone in the valley of death and burning herself out . the moment she forgets her rage shell die out completely#anyway. i think about them. ocassionally. whatever
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