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“You’re marrying her?”

“You’re marrying him?”

Their families and their clans bickered and raged and threatened each other (and the couple themselves - just once, and the singed eyebrows remained for a week or two as a warning against further attempts). The bloodlines were ruined, they wailed, any children to come from the union would be pale, puny things, with no real magic to speak of.

All this passed completely over the head of the happy couple, and they planned and took their vows to each other. Love, after all, was its own kind of magic. 

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A familiar was meant to guide and protect a young wix. Depending on the surroundings and the temperament of the familiar, there could be more emphasis on “guide”....or on “protect”.

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They rode the storm, borrowed its power and its raw energy. It only seemed fair to return the favor every once in a while. 

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Her name was Rose, and she had red hair. Yes, really, it was sort of funny, and her parents must have been some kind of psychic, and no she’d never heard that before, aren’t you clever?

People teased and joked and made the same comments over and over, but they all forgot the thing everyone always forgets about roses. Every. Single. Time.

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 Be very careful when asking to borrow a book from the dragon’s hoard - and even more careful to return it.

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While dragons were, by and large, traditionalists, there were some facets of modern life they were quite partial to. Like the clever little potion they’d made to imitate dragon fire - a pale and puny recreation, but the taste was decent, and if nothing else you had to applaud the creativity.

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The castle had stood for millennia. Then the world had flooded. But the castle was adaptable, and the castle would continue to stand, for as long as it needed to.

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The moon was a dragon. The stars were her scales, and she always glowed faintly luminous, gently illuminating the earth below.

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The saying goes “hell hath no fury like a woman scorned”.

An annoyed witch is a pretty close second.

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 Fire warmed. Fire fed. Fire protected. 

But people had a bad habit of forgetting what fed this power. What allowed fire to protect, and feed, and warm. Sometimes the fire was pushed too far. Sometimes the fire was neglected. And it had to remind the people.

Fire burned.

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The little fairies rode the wind on the autumn leaves, and children who were good to them were often invited along for the ride. 

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People assumed the warrior controlled the dragon. It was much more of a give-and-take than that, mostly on the human’s side. Even as the human rejoiced in flight and grew drunk on the power of flame, they felt every spear that sank into the dragon’s hide, and the heat of the flame scorched them from the inside. 

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They grew themselves into human shapes, with human faces and human hair, but their lustre was too great, and would always shine through in the end. 

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Her magic was in her compassion, and the tears she shed were the purest expression of that compassion. Others looked aghast at her for basing her workings on something so intimate, of her body and of her soul all at once, but she merely smiled through her tears and asked what they needed from her.

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Infant mermaids, about the length of a human’s middle finger, were once commonly caught and sold as pets for children. This practice has been outlawed for centuries, but the mer remember, and it continues to foster distrust and impact human-mer relations.

art credit: Gretel Lusky 

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There were as many kinds of harpies as there were kinds of birds, and just as many ways to find yourself on their bad side.

art credit: Jeremy Hush

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