#gelfling elder cadia

[papabirdurskeks]

✍️ Elder Cadia?

Here you go!

[fenth-eiria]

Ordon and Ethri - Meeting of a lifetime

The dock of the Sifan clan were as busy as ever for today the Stonewood Maudra, Vala, was coming to talk about an alliance. Ethri raced to the Omerya only to collide with her brothers, causing Cadia and herself to fall over on their faces. Cadia was the first to rise, brushing the dust off himself calmly before helping his sister get onto her feet.

“I get that toda’ is a bus’ da’, but watch where ye’re walkin’, got it?” He gently warned, before his attention was diverted to his twin children who wanted their mother to pick them up. Ethri rolled her eyes a bit before sighing in agreement.

“Fine… Only because you are my brother.” She replied as Cadia motioned for her to hurry, once she arrived her father noticed her and silently asked for her to brush the rest of the sand off of herself. She quickly obeyed as she walked to her spot, bumping into a guard in the process. When she looked to the man in order to apologize, she saw a handsome, square jawed Stonewood with raven black hair, and chestnut eyes, causing her to stare and drool a bit. The man looked concerned as she continued to stare and drool.

“Uh? Your highness? Are you alright?” He asked, a bit worried that he had done something to upset her. She then blushed as she realized what she was doing.

“I am so sorry!! I just find you handsome and attractive, Sir.” She admitted before hearing him chuckle.

“Is that so? Well in that case, you should at least know my name.” He said before adding. “My name is Ordon, the son of the high advisor, Advor and his husband Eurias. And may I ask for your name, Princess?” She blushed profoundly when she heard his name and decided to give him hers.

“My name is Ethri, the daughter of Cadistin and Maudra Asdria.” She replied with a warm smile, which made him want to smile back.

“Milady, It is an honor to meet you. I’ve heard a big deal of you from Toyln, but I didn’t realize his description of you was accurate and truthful.” He admitted which made Ethri giggle at him, before looking at her with some embarrassment in his posture and expression. The Sifan princess felt a bit sorry for him, and decided to cheer him up a bit.

“Soo… What else did my brother tell you about me?”

sneak peak of a story I'm writing with a rare pair of mine and how they met in my au.

@childlikegoblinqueen

[beasanfi1997]

Eddie Izzard play Doctor Jekyll and Mr Hyde but i Imagine that Elder Cadia scares Little Kira while her mother Brea protect her. Eddie Izzard also play King Edward VII in Victoria and Abdul while Helena Bohan Carter play Princess Margaret in the Crown season three and Four, Anne Boleyne in King Henry VIII and Elizabeth Bowes-Lyone in King's Speech at the side of Colin Firth and and because the british royal are related because the Sifan clan and Vapra clan are connected. Also Natalie Dormer reveals at the audience that Tavra Is Kira's aunt and Brea Is Kira's mom with Kylan because Kate Dickie played with Anya Taylor-Joy in the Witch and also Shazad Latif play Doctor Jekyll and Mr Hyde in Penny Dreadful and because Kira prefere her father Kylan in the role of Doctor Jekyll and Mr Hyde than the Elder Cadia and because the Spriton Clan are too connected with the Vapra Clan and the Sifan Clan

[mrsarnasdelicious]

Restful Respite - dark crystal polyship fic

We’re not getting a Season 2, so I’ll make it up myself.

This is unbeta'd and I commit my wordcrimes without apologies.

Ch 1: The Council Ch 2: Puncture Wounds Ch 3: Expeditions

Ch 4: The Stripping of Ha’rar

Gurjin returns the following afternoon. Rian runs to him. “That is about time!” He throws his arms around Gurjin’s neck. “I have missed you too.” Gurjin wraps one arm around the Stonewood’s waist. Rian noses the underside of the Drenchen’s jaw. Gurjin laughs heartily and spins Rian around. “You are not leaving my side again, you hear.” Rian says. Gurjin chuckles and his ears perk up. “I hear you, my love.” He says, nuzzling Rian’s fragrant hair. More gelfling approach to welcome Gurjin home. “Where are the warriors?” Naia asks. “On their way here from Sami Thickett. I traveled ahead.” Gurjin gently puts Rian down and turns to his sister. “How is mother?” Naia hugs her brother, sounding more gentle. “Tough as nails, just like you know her.” Gurjin happily hugs his twin back. “And pa?” Naia steps back, but her hands she keeps on Gurjin’s shoulders. Gurjin snorts and shakes his head. “He got gored by a Nebri Bull again. Ma’s got him on bedrest.” He replies. Naia shakes her head as well.

Other gelfling greet Gurjin and hug him.

“Oh yeah. I got a few things I needed to give to you.” Gurjin reaches into the bag at his hip. “Rian, ma says this whintleroot helps against the nightmares. Eat a little before bed, she says.” He hands Rian the first of two stachells. “Thank you.” Rian mutters. “You know mother cares for you.” Gurjin says. The second satchell he gives to Naia. “Mother embowed these stones with her Vilyaya. Give them to Elder Cadia in his tea. You do need to support it with your own Vilyaya, but it will restore his mind.” He says. “Elder Cadia is still here?” Rian asks. He has been far too busy with the council to pay much mind to who exactly lives in Stone-in-the-Wood outside his close personal circle. “Maudra Ethri says he has to stay on land until his mind is whole again.” Onica informs him. “We had best get to it quickly.” Naia tells the Sifan gelf. She takes Onica by the arm and draws her along. “And this is for you.” Gurjin hands Brea a letter. “The Drenchen wrote me a letter?” Brea whispers, beyond impressed. Gurjin begins to laugh. “No, I was handed this letter by Maudra Mera. She says a friend of yours asked her to write it to you.” He replies. Brea plucks the letter from Gurjin’s fingers. She examines the wax seal, now recognizing the symbol of the Spriton Maudra. She breaks the seal and begins to read.

Dearest Princess Brea,

We are joyous to share the fact of our betrothal with you and yours. We are to be wed in Sami Thickett after the pass of two unum. We would like to invite you and one other guest of your choice.

Best Regards And hoping you are well,

Juni and Denys Brea squeals and promptly throws her arms around Gurjin’s neck. Gurjin wraps one arm around her waist to keep her steady. “What was in that letter?” Rian asks. “Juni is marrying her Spriton boy.” Brea answers with a wide smile on her face. She lets Gurjin go and he her. “They will wed in two unum and I am invited.” She cheers happily. “That is wonderful.” Gurjin says.

Naia and Onica find Elder Cadia. He is in the Librarian’s cottage. To both the gelf’s surprise, Maurix is there as well. Cadia is asking a lot of very simple questions. The Librarian seems to be on the verge of tears. Maurix gives both women a frown. “What do you want?” He asks sharply. “Gurjin brought something for Elder Cadia.” Says Naia. “Another useless potion.” The Librarian snaps. “My mother’s Vilyaya.” Naia bites back. “Sit down dear.” Says the Librarian. He pushes Cadia down in a chair. “Paladin, we need hot water for tea.” Onica says. Maurix nods and retrieves a cup and the kettle from the stove. Naia tosses the stones, which are glowing with Laesid’s Vilyaya into the cup and pours the hot water on them. Onica grabs some tea leafs from a satchel on her belt and throws them in the cup. “Don’t burn yourself pa.” Maurix says. Elder Cadia blows on his tea. Naia walks aroun Cadia and places her hands on his head. Green Vilyaya pours from her fingers into his red curls.

It is not a visible change, but one they can feel. Cadia takes a deep breath in. “I would prefer it is we don’t talk about this ever again.” He says. “With all due respect, but you brought it upon yourself. Poisoning a Princess, what were you thinking!.” The Librarian all but yells at the Sifan Elder. “I wished only to protect her from her path.” Cadia weakly protests. Onica slaps him across the face with a flat hand. “Brea’s path leads us into danger, but also into liberty.” She snaps at him. “You are lucky she swapped your cups. You could have been locked up for life, had she lost her wits.” Maurix points out. Cadia’s ears droop. The Paladin turns to Onica. “And you were just a complicid, you put the root in her tea, did you not?” He says sharply. “How do you know?” Onica narrows her eyes. “Because I know my pa, if he can commandeer someone else to do it for him, he will.” Maurix says. “No I d-” Cadia begins to protest. “Yes you do!” The Librarian cuts him off. Maurix rolls his eyes. “Pa, Father, I have to go. I have patrol.” He says. “You go do your duty, my boy.” The Librarian gives the Paladin a small smile. Maurix leaves the cottage, seemingly in a bit of a hurry. “I did not know you had a son, Elder Cadia.” Onica says, a small smirk on her lips. “Cadia wasn’t very involved in raising boy.” The Librarian says in a snide tone. “Come on, that is our queue to leave.” Naia catches Onica with the arm and pulls her out of the cottage.

“So, what did I miss?” Gurjin asks. “The Paladin’s scouted out Ha’rar.” Rian sits down on the Stone Throne. Gurjin takes his place on his right. They are the only ones in the council chamber. “What did they find?” Gurjin asks. “Nothing, Ha’rar was as they left it.” Rian replies. “All neat and deserted huh?” Gurjin snortles. “Yep, all ready for the stripping.” Rian nods. “The Drenchen are eager to help.” Gurjin puts his hands over Rian’s own. “How was the Great Smerth?” Rian asks. “Every able bodied gelfling of age gelfling age is being trained to fight. If there will be war, the Drenchen will be ready to defend Thra.” Gurjin says. “That is good to hear. What of Sami Thickett?” Rian scribbles down a little note on what Gurjin tells him. “They are sowing more crops, to supply the warriors with. Those of fighting age are trained to be able to defend the lands when time comes. The Vapran warriors are selecting the strongest of the fighting aged to become defenders of the people.” Gurjin replies. “Very good, any news from the Dousan or the Sifan, that you know of?” Rian asks gently. “Maudra Mera says Maudra Seethi has offered the Wellsprings as a safe haven for the young and the infirm.” Gurjin answers. “That is wonderful!” Rian exclaims.

Rek’yr finds Brea sitting by the fountain, the letter clutched to her chest. “Is there something the matter, sweet princess?” He sits down beside her. Brea turns her eyes to him and send him a radiant smile. “Well won’t you look at that, good news, I presume?” The Sandmaster cooes. “It is a letter from Juni, whom I met in the Order of Lesser Service. She writes me she is getting wed soon.” Brea says. Rek’yr smiles indulgently at the Vapran Princess. “That is wonderful, when is the happy couple planning on getting married?” He asks. “Two unum from now. And we are invited!” Brea says, smiling from ear to ear. “What us are you referring to?” Rek’yr asks, one ear held playfully lopsided. Brea giggles, recognising the Sandmaster’s flirtation. She gently pinches his ear between his thumb and forefinger. Rek’yr chuckles softly in response. “Us, you and I. Juni invited me and wrote I am allowed to bring one extra guest of my own choice.” Brea says in reply to his question. Rek’yr makes a small humming noise in understanding. “I am honoured to have been chosen.” He says gently. “I wouldn’t pick anyone else.” Brea says softly. She scoots a little closer to the Dousan and leans into his side. Rek’yr nuzzles his chin into her hair. He breathes in her scent and smiles peacefully.

Late the following afternoon the Drenchen and three score of Spirton arrive at Stone-in-the-Wood. Rian greets them personally and leads them to the clearing. There Gurjin and Kylan are overseeing the preparations of a grand feast. The last before the expedition to Ha’rar. Several Drenchen go over to Gurjin and Naia and greet them as though they haven’t seen the twins in many thrine. Some of the Spriton go to Kylan, greeting them in a more polite and calm way.

“Looky here, a Prince feeding his people.” A Drenchen warrior, standing about as high as Gurjin, greets his fellow clansman. Gurjin turns to him, a wide smirk showing of his serrated tusks and fangs. “Djesid, you sly snake.” He laughs heartily. They clasp each other by the elbow and wallop their heads together. Then they erupt in loud laughter. The two evidently are familiar with one another. “I didn’t know you were among the ranks, I am glad you joined.” Gurjin says. “Can’t exactly stay in the Smerth forever. I sure as sog got tired of body guarding your sisters.” The other Drenchen gelling says. That makes Gurjin laugh again. “They can be pains in the arse, I’ll admit, but they are still my sisters, show some respect.” He says, good natured. “With all due and such, but I am doing your job for you. Had you not gone to that castle, you would have been chasing those two gelfs around the Smerth.” Djesid says teasingly. “I know I do it better, no need to whine about it.” Gurjin gives him a slap on the back. The two gellings laugh together.

Soon enough the feast is ready and every resident of Stone-in-the-Wood sits down. Seladon formally welcomes the Drenchen and the Spriton and opens the feet with a short but old song.

The Drenchen mingle well and the mood is higher than it has been in a fortnight. Kylan plays jolly tunes on his firca and the Drenchen bring out several lutes and drums. They sing bawdy songs that make most Vapran fluster, darkening even their cheeks. And once most of the food has been eaten, they hop up on the tables and start dancing a very upbeat and quick dance. Soon enough, Naia and Gurjin are on the table as well, dancing and singing with those who are doubtlessly their childhood friends. Kylan and Rian seem unphased by the whole dancing on the table thing, but they are the only non Drenchens to react in this way. Brea and the Grottan’s enjoy the spectacle. But the Vapran and Rek’yr seem rather scanadlized. The Stonewoods and the Spriton laugh and share in the bawdiness, albeit a bit less overt.

Rian steals Gurjin away to his cottage as early as he dares, which is a good while past midnight. But he just can’t keep himself away from the Drenchen Prince anymore. He’s been pawing at Gurjin’s crotch for ten minutes before being swept up. Gurjin carries Rian off to the cottage, while the Stonewood noses the underside of his jaw.

It is of course an understatement to say Gurjin tears Rian’s clothes off. “I am going to eat you whole.” The Drenchen dumps the very naked Stonewood on the bed. He then undresses himself. Rian jumps up from the bed, only to kneel down before Gurjin. “Have you missed me that much?” Gurjin purrs. Rather than answering, Rian works Gurjin into his mouth.

The following morning, a big procession is gathered to go to Ha’rar.

All other gelfling are gathered to see them off. Rian and Seladon stand by the landstrider drawn carriage, which if for Brea and Rek’yr. “You had best take good care of her, Sandmaster. I will personally have your cock-n-bollocks, on a spike.” Rian says to the Dousan. “Naturally, Young Lord. If I cannot safeguard the princess, I might as well surrender myself to Thra now.” Rek’yr replies. “Don’t be so silly, it is not like there is anything amiss in Ha’rar.” Brea tells both gelling. “But what if the Skeksis plan to ambush them?” Seladon says. She is clutching at Maurix’ arm so hard her knuckles are starting to get white. “That is why the Drenchen I asked Gurjin to gather are all warriors. And the Spriton who came from Sami Thickett are also very skilled in battle.” Rian says gently to Seladon. “Your sister is in very good hands, my lady. You must have some faith in her.” Maurix tells Seladon. But her ears are pressed closely against her skull and she is not letting up. Brea embraces her older sister firmly. “We will be back as soon as we can.” She says softly.

Gurjin is speaking to the Drenchen. “Listen here y’all.” His voice is loud and full of the authority his parents have brought him up with. “You will do as the farmers and the Spritons tell ya. This ain’t about pride, this is about getting that harvest done nice, quick and efficient, ye hear?” He says. “Aye sir!” The Drenchen chorus. “Good, now get a move on.” Naia, who is standing beside her twin, of course has to have the word. “Aye ma’am!” The Drenchen chorus. Gurjin watches the Drenchen head down the path that will leave them to Ha’rar, come are pulling carts and others are brandishing spears. He grabs Djesid by the shoulder. “I have a special assignment for you, my friend.” He says. “Lay it on me.” Djesid replies. “You guard the Princess and the Sandmaster, they will be far too occupied with each other.” Gurjin instructs the other Drenchen. “Beg pardon, room for one more on that mission.” A small Spriton gelf jumps out of the nearest tree. Both Gurjin and Djesid startle a little. “And who might you be?” Naia asks. She turns her ears a bit towards the Spriton. “I’m Eeryn. I won’t get in the way.” The Spriton gelf gives a mocking little bow. The three Drenchen give her a curious look. “If you don’t mind, I won’t either.” Gurjin shrugs. Djesid gives the Spriton an up and down. “Sure, just don’t get in my way.” He says. “I told you I wouldn’t.” Eeryn hops back into the tree. “Two guards for the Princess and her Swashbuckler.” Gurjin says. “All set!” He calls out to Rian. The Stonewood gives a minute nod, more to himself than to Gurjin, really.

“Alright, save travels!” Rian calls out. Brea and Rek’yr sit down in the carriage. The coachman, a middleaged Stonewood, spurs on the landstriders and off they are. The Drenchen, Spriton and the farmers follow behind. They are starting their journey to Ha’rar.

Brea is leaned out of the carriage window to save at Seladon, Rian, Kylan and the twins. She waves at them until they are out of sight. Then she sits back down and leans into the cushions. “I hope Seladon won’t be angry with Rian for long.” She says. “She is worried for you, Princess and with right, Thra is no longer the safe place you knew it to be.” Rek’yr leans over to take her hands between his. Brea feels her ears heat up a bit. She sends Rek’yr a coy little smile. Rek’yr smiles warmly back at her. “I understand, but, I have you, right? You will protect me!” Brea says. Rek’yr laughs gently in response. “Of course, I will always protect you.” He cooes. Brea beams at him. She gives him an absolutely enamoured look.

Lore lumbers after the carriage. The Spriton and the Vapran stay well away from him, but the Drenchen seem not to mind the stone guardian.

The journey by foot takes much longer than by landstrider. The colum, halfway through the five day journey, visits a small Stonewood village. Brea is glad to be able to stretch her legs. The Stonewoods prove very hospitable. The Spritons mingle almost seamlessly with the villagers. Hey aid in prepping the feast and setting up the tents for the Drenchen and the farmers. At night the Stonewoods join the Drenchen warriors, the Vapran farmers and the Spriton at the bonfire. There sits Rek’yr, telling Dousan myths.

Brea notices that the Sandmaster doesn’t only talk with his tongue and lips. The Dousan gelling talks also with his hands. It is incredible to behold. Every gesture is a word and emphasises it. Rek’yr’s audience is absolutely captivated by the way he tells his tales. Brea most of all.She couldn’t be more enamoured with the Dousan, even if she tried. Rek’yr ceases his telling, giving the spotlight to a sturdy Drenchen gelf. She begins to tell a song about the Great Smerth. The crowd listens just as eagerly to her. But Brea’s attention waves. She leans against Rek’yr and heaves a small sigh. Rek’yr wraps one arm around her shoulder. He presses a kiss to her forehead.

The Princess and the Sandmaster have gotten to know each other over the past two days. Being confined to a carriage together sure caused them to talk about their respective journeys in life. Brea cannot deny that she is in love with Rek’yr. She is well aware that Rek’yr is a few Thrine older than her, but the difference is not too big. The Dousan is not as old as he makes it seem. He is, in fact, exactly what Brea is looking for. A gelling full of adventure, romance and knowledge of Thra. And the sentiment is mutual. It is obvious to see. It is in the way Rek’yr looks at Brea. It is in the tone of voice he employs while talking to her. He brushes a stray strand of silver hair behind her ear and smiles warmly. There is a fluster on Brea’s ears.

Rek’yr accompanies Brea to the small cottage she is staying at for the night. By the doorstep he stops. “I bid thee a good night, my Princess.” He says softly. He bends to kiss her knuckles. Brea smiles down on him softly. “And I you, Rek’yr.” She cooes. She wishes he would act less the gentleman and would come with her inside, but her princessly upbringing prevents her from inviting him in. They haven’t yet danced, it would not be right! Brea stands on the doorstep of her cottage until Rek’yr is out of sight. He has gone into one of the tents, where the Drenchen warriors sleep. She heaves a deep sigh and closes the door. Oh how dearly she wishes she could open it back up and holler for Rek’yr to return to her. She doesn’t feel like being alone.

In a large tree, growing right beside the cottage, sits a small Spriton woman. She is fiddling with an end of reed. It slips from her fingers. And it plonks right on top a Drenchen’s head. Djesid looks up. “What are you doing up there?” He grunts. “Making sure the Princess is well protected. Or didn’t you see the Sandmaster leave?” Eeryn sneers. Djesid rolls his eyes. “That is why I am here.” He says. “You have a long march ahead of you yet, shouldn’t you sleep?” Eeryn jumps from the tree to retrieve her reed pipe. Djesid holds the pipe out of her reach. “This type of reed grows in Sog. What are you doing with it?” He asks. “It is a blow pipe, numbnuts.” Eeryn climbs, swift and agile as can be, back into the tree and fishes her pipe from Djesid’s fingers. “Go to bed, Drenchen.” She tells him. “The Princess is perfectly safe.” She leans against the tree’s trunk. “You need to march tomorrow too.” Djesid protests. Eeryn shakes her head, but makes no reply.

The following morning Rek’yr walks past the tree to Brea’s cozy little cottage. He does not notice the Spriton gelf on the thick branch. Eeryn has stayed awake all this time. The Dousan raps his knuckles on the door. “Princess, it is time to break our fast.” He calls out. “I’m coming!” Brea calls out. She can be heard hurrying to the door. The door opens and reveals Brea, with her dress on backwards, struggling to put on her boots. Rek’yr chuckles softly and shakes his head. “I will wait, now dress properly.” He cooes to her. Brea sheepishly closes the door again. Only to erupt two minutes later, with her dress on the right way and her boots laced up. “My humblest apologies, my Princess. I did not mean to embarrass you.” Rek’yr says. He offers Brea his arm. Brea takes it with a happy lil smile. “It is quite alright.” She says.

Soon enough the colum is on its way to Ha’rar again. And no one seems to notice the Spriton napping on the back of the carriage.

Upon arriving in Ha’rar, the Drenchen set to exploring the city. They enter every house and take everything of value and anything edible that isn’t yet spoiled.

Rek’yr helps Brea out of the carriage. “Where to, Princess?” He asks. “The Citadel first, I am aching for a bath, even if I will have to draw the water myself.” Brea replies. Rek’yr chuckles softly. “Now now Princess, I wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself.” He cooes at her. “I can draw water on my own just fine. I do it in Stone-in-the-Wood all the time.” Brea pouts at the Sandmaster. They calmly make their way to the Citadel. “It is exactly as we left it..” Brea mutters. “It looks magnificent.” Rek’yr says. “Would you like to see my chambers?” Brea asks. “Of course.” Rek’yr nods. “I hope you will like them. They are likely very different from what you are used to.” Brea says. “I am sure they are, I am used to a tent.” Rek’yr replies. Brea opens the doors to the citadel. And everything is indeed as they left it. “No one here…” Brea sighs. “Of course not, the Vapran are all in Stone-in-the-Wood or in Sami Thickett.” Rek’yr says. “Yeah, I know, but I am so used to see these halls brimming with servants and paladin. And now it is just you and I.” Brea’s ears droop. “Just and I.” Rek’yr agrees, caressing her cheek with his knuckles.

The two barely notice a Drenchen following diligently in their shadow, like he was ordered to. Brea takes her bath. Of course she didn’t have to draw her own water. Rek’yr, who had eventually spotted Djesid, send the Drenchen to do that for her. Both Sandmaster and Warrior stand outside her chambers. They can hear Brea talk to herself, but cannot make out what she is saying. Which is maybe for the better, because she is monologuing to herself, about Rek’yr. She washes the grime from the road from her body and rinses it out of her hair. She goes on and on to herself on how amazing she finds Rek’yr. She is in a gale of giggles by the time she reaches for her fluffy towel. She dries off and puts on one of her numerous clean dresses. And of course she puts the bone necklace back on.

Once she erupts from her chambers, Rek’yr looks upon her as though she is the most beautiful creature in all of Thra. “That is a lovely dress, my Princess.” He cooes. “Yeah, matches the necklace.” Djesid snortles. “Thank you, Rek’yr gave it to me, for protection.” Brea doesn’t let the Drenchen get to her. “Bones don’t protect in times like this, Princess, he had best do it himself.” Djesid says, in a slightly derisive tone. Brea ignores Djesid’s comment and takes Rek’yr by the arm. She leads him to the throneroom. A few Drenchen, a Vapran Paladin and a Spriton are awaiting her orders there. Djesid follows after in a leisurely fashion. Brea claps in her hands to call for attention. The gelfling in the throne room come to her. “Paladin, can you tell the Farmers they can find themselves a good place to sleep in the servants chambers.” She says gently to the Paladin. “Of course Princess.” The Paladin bows and hurries off. “You, sir, can invite the Spriton to stay in the Paladin’s barracks.” Brea tells the Spriton gelling. “Naturally ma’am.” The Spriton quickly makes off. “And what of the Drenchen?” Djesid asks. The other Drenchen warriors come over as well. “There is room enough in the barracks for you too.” Brea replies.

“And what of me, Princess?” Rek’yr asks with a wicked little smile. Brea catches on to it, but she elects to not acknowledge it. “You can have my sister Tavra’s chambers. Come, I will show you there.” She cooes coyly. “As you wish, my dearest.” Rek’yr purrs. Brea gently tugs the Dousan along to what were once Tavra’s chambers. But when she opens the doors, she feels choked off. Her grip on the doorknob is so hard her knuckles turn white. Rek’yr puts his hand over hers. “Brea, my love? What is the matter?” He asks softly. Suddenly, Brea begins to sob. “Tavra is dead! She is dead and she will come back.” Brea weeps. Rek’yr gently peels her hand from the doorknob and pulls her close. Brea leans into his embrace. “Thra will rest her soul, she will add her memories and her voice to the song. She will live on in it and in your heart.” Rek’yr cooes. Brea continues to weep, quiets down a little bit. Rek’yr continues to hold her. “How about we sit down for a moment.” The Sandmaster cooes. He opens the door of Tavra’s chambers and gently guides her to the sofa. They sit down, but Rek’yr continues to hold her. He starts to softly sing. It is a Dousan lullaby, speaking of the love of Thra and the memories of loved one’s long past. It is very comforting to Brea.

After a good while Rek’yr and Brea erupt from Tavra’s chambers. Brea’s calmed down and has washed her face. “Everything alright?” Djesid asked. The Drenchen stands just outside the doors. “I’m fine, don’t worry.” Brea gives him a watery smile. Then her stomach growls. “But I am hungry.” She mutters. Both Djesid and Rek’yr laugh. “Come, we will get dinner started.” Rek’yr says. The Sandmaster seeks out the Spriton and summons them to the throne room. There Brea is waiting to show them to the kitchens. The Spriton are more than happy to start cooking. They get their hands on anything the kitchen has to offer, throwing away everything that has perished already while they are at it. In mere minutes, the kitchen is filled with laughter and song.

Soon enough everyone has a seat in the grand ballroom, at tables and on chairs dragged from every corner of the citadel. Brea can’t help but wonder if her mother would have approved. But seeing how Ha’rar is to be abandoned anyway, she tries not to let the slight disarray it causes bother her. She sits beside Rek’yr at the head of the largest table and silently eats the wonderful meal the Spritons have whipped up. Rek’yr is deep in discussion with two Drenchen women. They are speaking about healing herbs and the Dousan is eager to learn from them. Brea listens in with half an ear. But she also picks up on the farmers discussing what they should pick up from their homes to bring back to Stone-in-the-Wood or to their wives and children at Sami Thickett. And she overhears the Spritons discussing what crops they think the Vapran grow and which to harvest first. Most of the Drenchen warriors are exchanging bawdy jokes.

After dinner, the Spriton wash up the dishes and everyone retires to their beds.

Brea lingers on the doorstep of her chambers. Rek’yr turns to her at the door to Tavra’s room. He sees the way she dilly dallies. “Princess, is there something I can do?” He asks. He comes over to her. Gently he strokes her cheek. Brea closes her eyes and leans into his ministration. Rek’yr leans over and presses his lips to her forehead. “It is just so strange to be back in the citadel.” Brea mutters. “I thought that if I returned, it would be with my friends, to … to be at peace.” She says softly. “And now you are here, without them, to prepare for a war.” Rek’yr answers. He calmly pets Brea’s hair. “Y-yes.” Brea admits. “I am so sorry, dearest, that it is not what you had in mind.” Rek’yr cooes. “If you need me, I am across the hall.” He says. Brea nods. She stands on her toes and presses a kiss to his cheek. “Good night, my sandmaster.” She says softly. “Best of dreams, my Princess.” Rek’yr replies, his voice a warm rumble.

Brea retires to her chambers as soon as Rek’yr has closed the door of Tavra’s rooms behind himself. She heaves a deep sigh. “I probably won’t sleep a wink.” She mutters. She sigs through her wardrobe to pull out a nightshift and changes into it. She crawls between the cold and slightly dusty sheets. And she nods off in a matter of minutes.

The following morning, Rek’yr wakes Brea up with a rap of his knuckles on her door. Brea vaults out of bed and rushes to the door. “Yes?” She yanks it open. Rek’yr chuckles huskily at her. “That is a lovely night dress, Princess.” He purrs. His voice is a deeper purr, even sexier than usual. The Dousan’s morning voice makes Brea weak in the knees. All she can do is give a little yelp and shove the door shut again. “I’ll wait without, take your time getting dressed.” Rek’yr says. Brea sits down at the floor, leaned against the door. The fact that Rek’yr just saw her in her nightgown strikes her. He saw her nipples strain against the sheer white fabric, prickled by the cold morning air. He saw what her nightgown could not hide. And that was very impropper. “Brea, are you alright?” Rek’yr calls out to her. “Y-yes.” Brea replies. She gets up, determined to not let this get the better of her. She pulls a brand new dress from her wardrobe. A dress Tavra had gotten for her only days before the last tithing. She puts it on and sits down at her vanity table. She makes sure her hair looks regal enough and then heads back to the door.

Rek’yr is waiting for her. “I am sorry for my indecency.” Brea says. She employs the tone proper for a Princess caught sneaking tarts from the kitchen. It is all she knows to do in order to preserve her dignity in the eyes of her Sandmaster. “I barely noticed it.” Rek’yr says. Brea presses her ears against her skull. She suspects her suitor of a lie. “By the way your pace hurried to the door, I figured you were not yet dresses. I was careful to only look upon your face.” Rek’yr seems to guess her thoughts. Brea’s ears perk up a little again. Rek’yr chuckles gently and offers her his arm. “Come now, do not tell me you think I would lie to you.” Rek’yr cooes while Brea takes his arm. Brea’s ears droop a little. “I don’t think you lie… I just..” She bites her lip, not sure how to word it. Rek’yr patiently waits for her to find the right words. “I don’t want you to think of me as indecent or lewd.” Brea mutters. “I would never.” Rek’yr cooes gently at her.

After everyone has broken their fast, the farmers and the Drenchen head out to the farmlands around Ha’rar. The Spritons head out as well, but they don’t adhere to the same teams as the farmers and the warriors. They will help wherever they find they are needed. The farmer’s instruct the Drenchen on how to harvest the crop. The swamp dwellers pay close attention, to the mountain gelfling’s surprise. They careful copy the farmerś way of pulling roots from the ground, cutting vegetables from their stem, collecting grain and wheat and cutting the edible flowers the right way. Despite the Drenchen’s build for combat, they turn out to be very dextrous and careful where needed. And they heed advice very well.

Brea heads to the library. Rek’yr is at her arm and Djesid and Eeryn follow a few leaps behind. Eeryn more unseen than Djesid. Drenchen and Spriton keep watch outside the library. Rek’yr finds himself a seat. Brea leans over to press a kiss to his cheek and then dashes off. She talks busily to herself and dashes from side to side. She seems very happy to be reunited with the books, which amuses Rek’yr. Brea pulls a small piece of parchment from a satchell on her belt. On this parchment she has written down all the books she is sure she needs to take back to Stone-in-the-Wood. And of course nothing is where she thought she remembered it to be. In no time she is running to a fro, while Rek’yr watches her go about her search. The first book she finds is the big triangular tone on the Skeksis. She retrieves it to the Dousan. “What have we here?” He asks her. “The most important book in the whole library.” Brea hands him the black bound book. Rek’yr gently strokes the leather cover, exploring every detail of it with the tips of his fingers. Brea looks on, mildly fascinated by how gentle Rek’yr is with the book. She feels her heart swell. Rek’yr opens the book. Brea looks upon him, how handsome his face is in his concentration. She heaves a soft dreamy sigh. Rek’yr looks up from the book and sends her a gentle smile. Brea can’t help a giggle and whirls around. She walks off to find the next book. Rek’yr’s focus shifts back to the book.

Brea flutters back and forth. Books keep piling up around Rek’yr. “We can’t take all of them, love.” Rek’yr says. “I know, I know.” Brea brushes him off and retrieves four more books. Rek’yr leans back in his seat and looks at her. “Can you please come here and sort out which one’s to take, before you decide all of them ought to come to Stone-in-the-Wood.” He says. Brea comes over to him. Gently Rek’yr pulls her into his lap. He lifts a hand to stroke her face. But before he can, Brea laces her fingers with his. “I am only selecting what books we can really use and I am already halfway.” She says. “Very well, it is as you say.” Rek’yr brings their intertwined hands to his lips and kisses her knuckles. Brea giggles softly. She gets up from Rek’yr’s lap and stretched her wings. She flutters back to to the higher shelves of the library and resumes her task. She starts singing a song she remembers her mother singing when she was a childling. Rek’yr closes his eyes and listens to her singing. It makes him feel comfortable and at peace.

It is well in the afternoon when Brea judges she has parted the useful book from the useless.

“You ought to eat something.” Rek’yr says. Brea sits down upon a second chair, which stands along Rek’yr’s in between the piles of books. “Oh I would love to, I feel like I am starving.” She says. “Shall I retrieve you anything?” Rek’yr rises. “Oh please.” Brea replies. Rek’yr bends towards her and presses a kiss onto her forehead, before he leaves the library.

He is swift to return. He brings a large jug of fruit juice and steaming hot buns. Brea is patiently waiting for him. In her lap she has a small book. Rek’yr sit down beside her. He pours her a glass of juice. “Here, stay hydrated.” He says. Brea looks up from her book. She giggles at him. “Now what is funny?” Rek’yr asks. “A desert dweller telling me to stay hydrated.” Brea titters. Rek’yr chuckles. “What are you reading?” The Dousan asks. Brea’s ear flush. “Oh .. it is nothing.” She closes the small book. Rek’yr shakes his head. “I don’t believe that.” He says. He gently takes the book and leafs through it. “Brea, this is a children’s book.” There is no mockery in Rek’yr’s voice. He only sounds genuinely puzzled. His ears turn towards Brea all the way. Brea’s ears flush. “It’s the fairytales Seladon used to read me, when I was just a childling.” She mutters. “Mother never had time for it. So Seladon read me, she did separate voices and everything.” Brea sighs a soft sigh. Rek’yr smiles widely at her. “That is lovely.” Rek’yr puts the book on top of the big triangular lexicon. “We will take this one.” He says gently. “Truly?” Brea asks, her eyes shimmering. Rek’yr nods. “Of course.” He purrs. Brea jumps up from her seat and throws herself at Rek’yr. His chair proves firmer, as it stays upright when she flings herself into his lap. Rek’yr laughs heartily and puts his arms around her waist. Brea rains butterfly kisses on his face. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.” She all but cheers.

Brea and Rek’yr take their lunch while reading through the books Brea selected.

They are barely half way when the door of the library creaks open. “Princess, m’lord, the Spriton say dinner is ready.” Djesid peaks in. Rek’yr groans softly and puts down the book he has been leafing through. “That is about time, too.” He says. He rises from his chair. “Brea, my love.” He cooes to draw the Vapran Princess’ attention. Brea only reluctantly looks up from the book she is reading. “Tis dinner time, we will continue this task upon the morrow.” Says Rek’yr. Brea sigh softly. She puts her book away and rises. Rek’yr offers her his arm. Brea smiles sweetly at him. He leads her from the library. They follow Djesid to the castle. Eeryn follows behind, unseen, hopping from roof to roof.

At dinner, it turns out only half the Drenchen have shown up and barely any of the farmers. All of the Spirton and the few Paladin that ventured along are there tho.

“Where are the farmers and the warriors?” Brea asks. A stout Drenchen gelf clears her throat. Brea looks to her. “A lot of the farmers decided to spend the night at their old homes. They invited us to stay over. Some took em up on that offer.” The Drenchen says. Brea’s lips twist up in a wide smile. “That is amazing news.” She says. “The lines between the clans are blurring, the age of resistance is truly coming into blood.” Rek’yr purrs. The Drenchen spontaneously begin to cheer. During dinner, the Drenchen and Spriton talk about the harvest. Brea finds her fingers itch to take notes, so she can report to Seladon. But she has no parchment with her, nor any ink. She tries her best to commit everything to her memory, but is quite sure she will not manage to repeat half of it.

Brea tries to stifle a jawn. Rek’yr gets up from his seat. “I think it is time to go to bed.” He says. He helps Brea to her feet. “I am not tired yet.” Brea mutters. Rek’yr can’t help a laugh. “Now say that again, with more conviction.” He cooes. Brea’s ears droop a little. “You’re right…” She mutters. “Very well, to bed you go.” Rek’yr twines his fingers with Brea’s. Brea’s ears flush a gentle pink. Rek’yr leads Brea from the dining hall, to her chambers. “We had a productive day, all of us.” Brea says. “Why yes indeed, I believe we did.” Rek’yr agrees. He opens the door of her chambers for her. “We deserved a rest.” Brea’s ears droop. She seems a bit awkward. “Yes, we did.” Rek’yr nods. He feels there is something going on in Brea’s head, but he can’t put his finger on what it is just yet. Brea flutters her wings and brushes her hair behind her ear. “I … erm … would you like to come in, just for a few more minutes.” She mumbles. “Yes, of course.” Rek’yr nods. He follows Brea into her chambers. He looks around, taking in the place where the Princess that holds his heart grew up in. “Is there anything in here that you wish to take to Stone-in-the-Wood?” He asks. Brea makes a thoughtful sound. “You.” She then answers. Rek’yr laughs joyfully. “Very well, to Stone-in-the-Wood you may take me.” The Sandmaster puts his hands on Brea’s hips.

“S-say, Rek’yr, would you close your eyes for me, just for a minute.” Brea asks softly. “Naturally, what for?” Rek’yr asks playfully. Brea’s ears turn bright red. “J-just a little surprise.” She stammers. “Alright, alright.” Rek’yr purrs. He closes his eyes and his ears turn upwards. Brea feels her heart hammer in her chest. But she is determined to do this. She puts her hands on Rek’yr’s biceps. Very carefully she stands on her tippy toes. “Brea…?” Rek’yr all but singsongs. “Hush.” Brea replies. Rek’yr sort of frowns, but remains silent. Brea takes heart. She presses her lips against Rek’yr’s own in a very experimental way. Rek’yr’s grip on her hips tightens a little, but that is all that shows the Dousan’s surprise. He ever so gently kisses her back.

[thebusytypewriter]

Hoping you still taking requests, but could you do a long fic of Cadia and the Librarian being your average couple were Cadia is the sarcastic comedian and the Librarian is the stoic yet caring librarian in a work setting that is either at the Vapran court or in Cadia's soothsaying tent?

Hello hello! Of course I can! I hope you enjoy :D

The Librarian didn’t often venture into the Sifa Coast in the middle of the day, but this was a special case.

Tightly to his chest, he held one skillfully-etched coral amulet on a silver cord. As much as he loved to look at it and admire its craftsmanship, it belonged to Cadia, his lover, who had left it at the library after his visit the previous night. Much to his annoyance (though not nearly as much as he probably should’ve had on a professional level), the Librarian felt a great need to return the item.

Charms such as this were greatly beloved by the Sifa, especially when they were connected to strong emotions and memories. How would the Librarian let Cadia continue on his day without the charm containing their memories?

Only hypothetically, of course. It wasn’t scientifically proven.

Cera-Na was busy, as per the usual when the Sifa were preparing to set off on an expedition. He tried not to think about the trine when Cadia had been away on these expeditions, nor the nights he’d begged the Sisters for the clan’s safe return. Cadia rarely went on trips anymore, only short and rather uneventful ones. The Librarian once fretted over the idea, insisting that he would never rob his love of his adventures, but Cadia insisted.

He got the feeling that was why some Sifa didn’t particularly like him. Oh, well.

Icy mist from the Silver Sea fanned across his face refreshingly, the faint smell of salt bringing him back to times long ago when there were less complications around Thra. He wasn’t quite old enough to remember an age before the Skeksis, but things were certainly different all that time ago.

A particularly strong gust of wind jolted him back into the present. He scolded himself for getting distracted with memories when he still had a charm to return.

Reminiscing aside, he found his way to the Elder’s tent, which stood just a little bit taller than the others. Even despite the Three Brothers sitting high in the sky, he could see the faintest flicker of lantern light bleeding out through the bottom of the entrance flap. Cadia was home, thank Thra, and there were no additional voices he could hear besides the soothsayer’s, so he wasn’t busy.

The Librarian pushed his way inside, calling out teasingly, “Is the Elder in? Or did he forget to blow out his candles, in addition to leaving an important charm in my library?”

Several starmapping items clattered to the table as Cadia startled, catching his breath while the other finished his question. He pressed a hand to his chest for a moment before giving a tired yet jovial smile. “Ah, hello to you, my dear! It’s a surprise to see you here, of all places. What did I forget?”

Instead of answering, the Librarian simply held it up by the cord for him to see. “What would you do without me?”

“Burn my own tent down, most likely.”

“No, that would be without Onica.”

“Ah, yes. Then I suppose I would wither away instead, an old senile Gelfling with no guidance from the uptight scholar who took a great interest in him.”

That one pulled a laugh from the stoic librarian as he crossed the floor to position himself behind Cadia, untying the cord along the way. Once behind, he draped the amulet over the Sifa’s chest and secured the silver cord around his neck. Cadia took a second to adjust the charm and put it back where it belonged, then his head tilted up. The Librarian, on reflex, moved to meet him, pressing his forehead to the other’s.

The song of Thra almost seemed to reverberate around them, faintly, allowing the two a calming moment just to feel.

With the moment passed, the Librarian straightened his spine, a warm smile pulling at his lips.

“Well,” Cadia hummed, “while you’re here, would you like some tea?”

The Librarian hesitated for only a moment, an elaborate list of to-dos running through his mind, but the playful wrinkling around Cadia’s eyes and the lingering warmth of their moment stopped that thought entirely. “Oh, I suppose. It was a long walk to get here, after all.”

He received a light chuckle in return as Cadia gestured to the pillow across from him. Once seated, the Librarian watched as Cadia barely waved a hand before his assistant Onica was already approaching with a tea set. The small copper kettle was still steaming through its spout, as if it were just taken off of the fire, and the Librarian was almost certain that such was the case. Cadia rarely went without tea, especially not when in his company, not when he could impress his lover with exotic herbal tea from faraway places.

It was endearing, to say the least.

With a cup set in front of him, the Librarian couldn’t help but smile warmly at its deliverer. “Good morrow to you, Onica. You look well.”

Onica nodded back, her own small usual smile present while she poured the tea through a strainer. “Same to you. I should thank you in advance for distracting Cadia for a little while. I have some personal business this morning, and, well…” She cupped one hand to her face and whispered theatrically, in such a manner that Cadia would most certainly hear her. “He runs me ragged.”

The indignant gasp from Cadia came as a deafening contrast, one that made them both laugh. “Well, then! Not like I need your help at the moment! Off you go. Yes, yes, leave the kettle. Say hello to Princess Tavra for me, darling.”

Onica’s cheeks exploded into a flustered bright red. She fumbled for a response briefly before placing the kettle on the tray and taking her leave with a quick goodbye.

The Librarian chuckled into his hand all the while, already feeling lighter after spending even such a short time in the tent. “She and the princess are a perfect match, by Thra.”

“Agreed,” Cadia hummed. He paused to take a sip of his tea. “Speaking of, how’s her sister? Your student?”

A slight grimace tainted his fond smile. “Ah, Princess Brea is… clever. She impresses me more every day with her aptitude for knowledge, but I fear it might get her in trouble one day. Although she does remind me of her sisters at that age—Tavra was exceptionally eager, Seladon as curious as a mere child. Neither of them grew out of those traits but simply… grew into them.” The Librarian took his own first sip and was pleased by the deep herbal taste, not that he had expected any different. “I’m just worried that Brea will poke her nose into trouble before she grows into hers.”

There was a long pause as they both pondered the thought.

“Perhaps.” One of Cadia’s fingers traced the rim of his cup. “In any case, the stars and Sisters have been speaking of her lately.”

The Librarian nearly spit out his drink. “They have?”

“Mhm. They’ve shown her to me a handful of times now. Nothing too specific, just a… vague feeling of something big.”

“Good big or bad big?”

“Just big. From the sound of it, she will provide a balance for future events… like one side of a three-ended scale.”

All the Librarian could do was simply blink in bewilderment. “A… what?”

Cadia then laughed, loud and joyous, yet he didn’t answer the question. “Come now, my dear. No need to get so worked up over an unpredictable child. You were just the same many trine ago, weren’t you? I can still remember your mother’s face when we came to her with that fizzgig in hand.”

Heat flared up in his cheeks. “I-It was injured! How was I supposed to just let it walk around like that? You were just as worried as I!”

“Of course I was. I just always relished the days that I got to see the fire beneath that strong, obedient mask.” Cadia chuckled into his teacup. “Very cute.”

This did nothing for the Librarian’s face, which was undoubtedly as bright as the Rose Sun. He grumbled incoherently into his own cup, much to the other’s amusement, before finally sighing. “Can we just… enjoy the rest of our tea in peace? Without the needless teasing.”

“Oh, I suppose. I can always save that for another time.”

“Unless you’d rather I bring up your first attempt at sailing. How long did it take you to tip the canoe over again? Thirty seconds?”

With a light pout, Cadia relented, but his smile and laugh returned when the Librarian reached across the table to grasp his hand, a sound music to the Vapran’s ears.

Big things could wait. For now, tea with Cadia was the Librarian’s only focus.

[thanatasia]

First end of year sketch requests for @fenth-eiria of Elder Cadia x The Librarian (what is their ship name lol) and her Oc Eiria’s twin brother Ezzan who belongs to @the-experimental-writer

I’m not 100% sure about Ezzan’s personality but saw a little comic of him getting flustered with his crush. So I went with a blushing expression.

For The Librarian and Cadia I went with something soft. It might look a little too similar to another piece I did but I realized that after almost completing it lol

Hope you enjoy these and thank you for all your support this past year!

[vivigthefizzgig]

(If you take requests){ I don’t know if I accidentally asked the wrong blog}, but can you draw Cadia,the Librarian(I ship them), and Ordon having a conversation together?

[punkcalf-art]

Of course you can! A few at the time because I’m not that good at drawing humanoids!

He’s bothering the Royal Navy’s finest sailor [flag bearer] 

[candythemew]

do you have any mlm or wlw ships from dark crystal?

I think Tavronica is cute! I especially like their dynamic in the books. You can tell there’s some history there and I like how Mayrin’s disapproval of their relationship isn’t because they’re gay, but because Onica is from another clan. I think that’s a nice subversion of expectations. Another one I don’t know how I feel about yet is Cadia and the Librarian. It’s very possible that they may have been Ex-lovers, parters, or simply best friends and I find the speculation really interesting there.

[ladynoirelf]

Young Librarian and Elder Cadia headcanons

(I'm going to be calling the Librarian Linjer. Till the Henson Company drops a name.)

The Librarian (Linjer)-21

-Linjer is the only son of Scholer Faevanna and her husband, the Bookkeeper Vhermud.

-Born in Ha’rar, Linjer in the upscale district because his mother was a highly paid instructor to noble Vaprans. He lived a moderate yet lavish childhood, often going straight to his father’s bookshop after school to do homework and read his father’s collections of books.

-As a child, Linjer would enjoy reading the books his mother would proclaim as ‘forbidden’ to him. Which were books that were not written by Vapran authors. He would often read from the Sifan texts and journals. Developing a young love for a sea and clan that he had only seen in the marketplace he would sneak to.

-He would often drag his friend, Solaui, with him to try and grab imported books from the market every weekend.

-Linjer and his father, Vhermud, have the better child-parent relationship compared to Faevanna and Linjer. Though Linjer loves his mother and always tries to live up to her expectations of becoming the perfect student with high marks and a promising future as a tutor himself. Linjer felt more relaxed with his father, who would read him stories intenceley and with different voices for each character.

-As Linjer got older, like most young Vaprans with privilege, he quickly got tired of the small icy city of Ha’rar. He soon desired adventures and tales to weave just like the authors of the adventure and traveling journals he would still read even as an upcoming young adult. So at the ripe age of 21 trine, Linjer made the announcement to his family that he would be boarding with the Sifa for a few trine.

-Vhermud was actually quite happy for his son and fully supported the decision, Faevanna,not surprisingly. was livid at her son for coming to such a feckless decision. The next thirty minutes was a back and forth between mother and son on the dangers and stagnation this would bring to Linjer’s future.

-Eventually, after mediation from Vhermud and a cooling down period, Faevanna finally gave her blessing. Although relectnely and with a little snipe in her words, Linjer would take what he could get.

-The next day with a pep in his step and bag full of parchment, ink and the bare essentials. Linjer hurried off to the Sifan port ready for adventure!

-He managed to get a job as a logger on a ship part of a Samauden, due to his high reading and writing skill. Linjer was also one of two Vaprans on the ship, A marine Sketch Master who took Linjer under his wing. Teaching him how the ship worked, what the schedule for each individual on the ship was and just being a comfort whenever Linjer got homesick or just wanted to speak to another clansman.

-It hadn't even been his first week in his new home when Linjer ran into Cadia.

Cadia-23

-Cadia was born Cera-Na and was raised by his grandfather, Elder Kenet. His parents, unfortunately, died in a terrible storm along with the other six vehicles in their Samauden. The only thing Cadia has of his mother is an emerald pendant she used to wear.

-Cadia was a naughty childling. He would always play pranks on his Grandfather and those who visited him. Switching drinks, messing up the herbs, and even abusing his soothsaying abilities to work in his favor. In his teens, his famous trick was getting the gelfling he was crushing on to go out with him by saying he would lead them to their destined soulmate. He ruined 7 out of 10 relationships with this move.

-Once he turned of age, Kenet immediately tossed his grandson on whatever Samuden would take his rambunctious grandson. Hoping that life on the sea would straighten him out to be the proper and responsible lad worthy of taking the title of a soothsayer. Luckily, one of the ships he was thrown on had his best mate Jav, whose parents were lost in the same Samuden as Cadia’s.

-Although he wasn't open to the idea, Cadia ended up loving the open sea! He loved the waves and the wind in his curls, the responsibility of being in a crew had to grow on him but he loved the comradery of it, and most importantly...the hot foreign gelfling!

-Cadia was quite the playboy. Some would have to steer their significant others away whenever he walked by. He was also well known for participating in ship orgies, so well known he was added to the guest list before he was even invited.

-If someone got too attached in the ‘shipmates-with-benefits’ agreement, simple Nalroot in the tea usually works. It did when he was younger and he wanted his Grandfather to forget something.

-Around the age of 23, Cadia is quite excited to see the newest Vapran that has boarded the ship. Linjer, he believes is what the greenhorn is called.

[skekshroom]

Elder Cadia/Librarian theory: the Librarian was a journalist similar to the one who narrates Song of The Seven Gelfling Clans, and traveled around the different clans documenting culture and history.

He stopped at Sifa and he and Cadia became very, very close. They were probably together, and he ALMOST permanently joined Cadia's samaudren, but something happened to make the Librarian realize that he would always be a Vapran at heart-

Perhaps the offer from the Maudra to man the Har'ar Library.

[fenth-eiria]

Oh Thra XD

The style fits with the theme at the time XD

✍️ Elder Cadia?

Here you go!

[fenth-eiria]

I guess it time for me to post another sketch. So here’s Cadia trying to help Loti with his work while Loti holds baby Ca’Ji.

[polarwooly]

If you take requests, can you draw Elder Cadia and the Librarian together? I would love that very much. I’m also a fan of your art style.

Here we go, some very pretty boys!

[theworldofthedarkcrystal]

Elder Cadia and Juni really after Brea’s hair huh

[eiria-the-sifttan]

*Looking at some old baby pictures with Elder Cadia* Aww, I looked so cute as a baby!!

Elder Cadia: *Frantically shoving her* Go back to a baby!!!