Fairydust
(#22368324)
Level 1 Fae
Familiar
Spellbound Golem
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Nature.
Female Fae
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
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Skin
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Measurements
Length
0.51 m
Wingspan
1.12 m
Weight
1.96 kg
Genetics
White
Giraffe
Giraffe
Rose
Butterfly
Butterfly
Maize
Thylacine
Thylacine
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Fae
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
5
AGI
8
DEF
5
QCK
6
INT
8
VIT
5
MND
8
Biography
Art by Lopika!
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It only takes moments for her to feel her companion's familiar aura, and she lands upon it's shoulder so that her wings don't tire too much to support her. "You know, Golem.. I almost miss the Isles.. They were so full of an energy I haven't found anywhere else, and sometimes I feel as if it is where I belong." Her soft voice is barely audible over the musical winds of her home. There is no audible reply, but the Fae knows the other's opinion immediately by how the energy within it shifts. He understands, but he also imparts to her the warm feeling that she gets here among her new clan. That feeling is not something she could ever feel in the lands of Arcane even should she return: because she would be alone without the companionship which makes her feel truly whole despite the longing for the Fae's ancestral home. "You're right, Golem.. I belong here now matter what the draw away is." She smiles over at the creature of gold and rose before taking flight again and starting to make her way back towards the home of her clanmates. From now until who knows when she will be silent again as she has grown accustom to in the presence of the more rambunctious wind dragons which she often keeps company with; however, their company and spirit always lifts her emotions even on the worst of days, and because of that she wouldn't have it any other way. ________________________________________ |
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HHowever, this miracle came at a cost. It is hard enough to get an idea into the mind of a sentient oak, let alone get it to let go of an idea that it loved. The drain on the magic which the Oak tapped into was too great; the willing sentient tree gave too much in its efforts to regrow the lands inhabited by its beloved clan, in its efforts to protect and provide it denied itself nourishment; and now, it was dormant, sickly; trees curled and fell before flourishing, flowers withered; the tree was always quiet- but where it had always seemed to be listening, now it was the silence of decay. Bard was one of the few who knew the true source of the Oak's strength, being the only one who knew about the hidden tunnels to the deep wellspring, a mile beneath the clan. He regarded its diminished with dismay, measuring a third time in case his hand slipped while he was measuring- but 'twas not to be. It really was draining. The tree needed more to nourish it than the spring was readily providing; more just in order to sustain life; and soon the roots would not reach the meagre puddle left- Bard dared not think of what would happen to the Heart Oak when that day came. He needed a miracle, an expert in Arcane ways- but there was no one, no clan the Oakhearts knew or trusted enough- and little could Bard go wandering around asking, because then he would have to share the reason why, with all and sundry. It would put the Clan at even greater risk, if outsiders knew that its natural defenses were failing. It was late in the evening when Bard found his feet drawing him back to his closest friend's door, but he sighed at the threshold, hesitating before crossing over into the Lopika lair. Should he bother Zash with this? Surely it was an impossible task, and the Sad King would have enough on his plate at the best of times- why was he even here, he should be out petitioning an Arcane clan for help, bite his pride- he sighed. It was a quandry. He needed counsel, and it was not in his nature to seek it, rather than give it himself- but the need was great. At least he could gather himself at the fireside of a friend before having to brave the elements once again. He lifted his huge paw to rap gingerly at the doorframe when a soft sound met his sensitive ears; a sigh, nearly as heart-troubled as his own. "My dear lady," Bard took off his hat and bowed respectfully at the genteel fae as she dabbed hastily at her eyes. "Pray, tell me how I might serve to lighten your troubles a little." She smiled tiredly at him, and replied; "When you look as though your troubles outweigh my own? You are kind, sir, but the effort might be better used seeing to your own." She turned away, back to her work; Bard saw, now he looked closer, a tiny golden figurine in her hands; its head creaked weakly around as he stared, causing him to exclaim- "But that's a Golem! I did not think they wandered so far from Arcane lands-" "Nor should they," The little fae looked as though she would cry again. She held the creature as carefully as she could, adjusting some microscopic screw in the light of the full moon just now rising over the Steppes. When Bard made no move to leave, feeling she had more to say, she looked up suddenly again at him, face contorted in fury. "Stupid tin can!" She snarled, but there was no sincerity in it. "I'm sure it's sorry for whatever it did to wrong you?" Bard began curiously, but the fae wasn't listening. "Typical stubborn mechanoid! Struggling on! Never telling me you were running out of power! Never warning me, even once- just listening to me prattle on about missing the magic of the Isles, and never bothering to say-" "This Isles, you say?" Bard leapt on this eagerly; "You mean you are an Arcane mage? But your eyes, they are-" "The place you are born in and where your heart and soul calls home are very different things." She replied distantly. "And your toy-" He winced at the glare she gave him- "Ah, my mistake- your familiar, it is critically low on arcane energy? That's perfect!" Bard hastily shouldered his lute along its strap and hastened with a satchel that was heavily tied down with several layers of cloth. "What in the Shades are you talking about?! It's a catastrophe!" "Then we have something in common," Bard countered. "Please, I need to beg a favour of you, and it might just save your familiar's life. And maybe the rest of ours, too." "Calm yourself, fluffball! Explain yourself!" Bard had begun to hum to himself, a habit he couldn't seem to break, fumbling with the knots on the strange package. I have little time-" "Then be brief!" Bard shook his head, pursed his lips a moment, eyes closed as he thought how best to compose it- he'd never worked well under such immediate pressure, let alone being asked to summarize. "Would you be willing to travel? As in, immediately?" "The Isles are too far, he's dying-" The fae began uncertainly- "I have an unusually efficient method of travel at my disposal. If I help you, will you agree to help me? I need- almost precisely what you need, but for a-" He hesitated- "I suppose you could call it a 'friend' of mine... You might be able to help yourself if you're an Arcane mage, or you might know what is needed, and being a Lopika clansman I know you're to be trusted." The package was nearly open. He hesitated at the last knot, and waited for her to respond. "Please," He urged, "I would consider it a personal favour, and all of Oakheart would be in your debt." "Oakheart?!" The fae's eyes widened. "I've always wanted to visit there." Not wanting to delay longer lest she change her mind, Bard nodded as if it were settled, and flipped open the last covering. It revealed a tiny, ornate cake- the size of a cupcake, covered in layers of intricate spun chocolate shapes and sugared frosting. At the top was a tiny, glittering, gold star. "A fairy cake?! Is this some kind of joke?! Just because my name's Fairydust doesn't mean I-" "Ssshh," Bard hissed, hovering over the cake, both hands open but near his sides. He began to count softly under his breath. Before Fairydust had time to boil over in confused irritation, there was a sudden soft pop like a tiny firecracker and a burst of brilliant gold light. Glitter pelted the ground as a golden shape swooped on the cake, cackling gleefully- and with a speed nearly no one had seen him employ, Bard's hands shot out and clamped around the creature. The shrieking was muffled, but irate- and Bard winced suddenly, swearing, and opened his hands a crack- "Shards, Goldentop! Stop biting! It's me!" The high-pitched screaming stopped and a brilliant golden head poked out from the opening gap between the tundra's huge paws. "Gawds, Bard, scared me 'alf to death, so ya did!" The fae struggled to be free, eyes still fixed on the cake on the ground, but he held firmly- "Goldentop, I need a favour." She rolled her eyes at him. "What, another one? Fine, fine- what needs nicking?" "Not theft, Goldentop." Bard glanced back at Fairydust with an expression of apology- "She always asks that. Just hoping." "You betcha! And one day, when it really is the favour, I'm gonna be so there!" Goldentop grinned wide enough that her head seemed in danger of falling off. "Who're you talking to?" Satisfied she wasn't going to vanish, Bard let the golden fae go to throw herself on the cake, talking all the while stuffing her face. "'m 'suming 's a Vanishment job, den, bu'-" She swallowed, and waggled a cake-covered finger warningly- "if you make me Vanish another Imperial you've another thing coming mister, those things are heavy- I could barely move for a whole day after that, it was torture-" "Me and the Fae, two stops, an hour apart. Fair trade? I've carried that cake- and not even tried to eat it- for a whole day, you know. That's an awful strain to put on a tundra's constitution." Goldentop looked sly, licking the last of the icing off her hands- "Depends," She began, and Bard sighed- "Yes, I have more cake. Of course." "It's a deal!" Goldentop belatedly saw the other occupant of the cave entrance. "Hey tinkerbell, what's the glittery doll you've got there? Got any more?" "Tinkerb-" Began Fairydust, outraged, then- "DOLL?! I'll have you know, you little-" Bard sighed with happy resignation. He'd done his part. With a bit of luck, and with the help of this new fae, maybe the Heart Oak would be safe and strong once again. He started humming again while the two bickering fae clambered and fought for the best perch on his shoulders. This would make for a great story. If he skipped over the bits about bribing Goldentop with cake. ________________________________________ |
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