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[COME GET ME COWARDS]

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[Me, trying to avoid thinking about the bullshit going on here in the states: omg artfight team day!! Yaaay!]

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[Not being able to sleep before a big job really sucks. I have to be up at 5am and its midnight now, been struggling to sleep for the past 3 hours....]

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Stardust by Nikkistrange // Buy here

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[It's finally stone fruit season and I feel like I am at my full power!! Nectarines, cherries, peaches, plums.... I am feasting]

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Age'ian jolted slightly as Zandi came swinging down from the trees, even ruffling Era's feathers a little before she spotted who it was. She gave a pleased coo, which also told Age who it was before the other tiefling even spoke.

"Ahem.." he huffs, collecting himself slightly as he tries to fix his hair, forgetting that it also grew out much faster now. "I was... hoping to get some assistance with this." He touches the white scruff on his dark cheeks, almost looking like its own new set of stars.

"I don't enjoy it but I'm no good at dealing with it on my own." That wasn't entirely true, but he'd much rather have Zandi's help anyways.

A rustling of tree leaves answers from overhead, which isn't particularly helpful. Then with a creak and a hissing crash, actual promise; Zandi descends, dangling down from a broad branch by his knees and tail and all but nose-to-nose with a sleepy-eyed Age'ian.

Zandi has been awake since the sun was low���another old habit—and finding little camp supply boosts like this between climbs to the tree tops for a good view of the slowly brightening horizon. This time, he'd found an egg—a pale, mottled little thing he pinches delicately between his teeth.

Anyway, more importantly, Age'ian asked for something.

"N'ff bif—" Zandi furrows his brow. He spits the egg into his hand. "Nice bedhead. Whatcha need?"

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His ears flick as he hears the slight tone of sympathy, earning a gentle smile. He appreciated that very much, especially from another drow.

He listens to the other quietly, eating another strawberry, "I wish my family was unimportant to the spider queen, but we're seen as heathens and traitors even if we've never encountered a Lolthian. Though... I cannot imagine being hunted by my own family. That must be terrible..." He knew Lolth's worshipers were often violent, especially to their males, but to hunt one down that is related by blood? Gods, he'd be heartbroken...

"Seems we both have our sorrows and our escapes, hm?" he says with a soft chuckle. "And even if our fates are tangled into knots, perhaps... our tapestry of life can still hold beauty. Even in small places." He holds the bowl out, offering another berry to Rinnill.

ᒥ🕷ᒧ—       Eight-legged spies, he glanced to Nym. "Upon meeting Nym, I considered killing her. But, she had done no wrong. In fact, it was her nest that saved me from certain death." He held out his hand and the spider appeared beside him in a shimmering glow, allowing him to rub her thorax.

The other then shared a brief version of what was his history. Tricked by a devil in a moment of weakness, desperation. Now he was left blinded still and now subjected to a life significantly shortened. "That is unfortunate, truly I am sorry that had happened to you." Rinnill's normally emotionless tone held sympathy.

His eyes kept to the spider, the burning of the word spies used. In Menzoberranzan he had believed spiders to be the eyes of Lolth, but now having spent several decades with Nym he was certain that had only been propaganda to better keep males in line when not under the watchful eyes of their sisters and Matron Mothers.

"Lolth wouldn't dare waste her breath peering through the eyes of Nym, I am no one important. I was reared from House Ilystryph in Menzoberranzan, a non-noble house. It is only my family who seeks my head, all in hopes of restoring their favor with the Spider Queen. Certainly an impossible task for low-born. No armies, no wealth, they barely had the good favor of Lolth to start with." He shares some of his past, a gesture of good will and trust. As well as reassurance Nym wouldn't be a tool of the Spider Queen's.

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Age doesn't turn as he hears Curumë stand, though his pale eyes do flick in his direction. His raven had been keeping a very close eye on the other as well, slightly unnerved by his unpredictable behavior.

"I cannot force the strings of fate to weave how I wish. I can only gently tug at them and pray. I have seen my death at the hands of Shar and her worshipers, because there was a time where I considered vengeance. But even then, it felt out of character for me. Simply a moment of anger, a common stage of grief."

Now he turns to look his way, sort of, even removing his glasses so his moon pale eyes were on full display. He looked so tired...

"I've spent too long trying to fix myself. I can't waste anymore of my life on something that just isn't meant to be changed. I'm just trying to accept that, perhaps... I'm not broken at all."

Curumë lay on his back, his eyes following the clouds above as they passed across his vision, fast, too fast. He lay there and listened to the Tiefling’s words. So many things to enjoy. So many small pleasures to find meaning in. He turned his head to observe the other’s tail. It had curled in on itself, like a snake, ready to lunge and bite if need be.

“It’s not that easy,” he murmured, but he wasn’t convinced. Wasn’t it the easiest thing in the world to walk away? To accept what had happened, to find a different meaning, new friends, new pleasures to strive for? Curumë closed his eyes and imagined it. A life in which he found a new city to call his own, a new gang to cause mischief with. A life in which he viewed his powers as a gift rather than a curse. A wave of disgust washed over him as he simultaneously longed for the peace promised to him by this vision and recoiled at the very thought of it.

He jolted up and jumped to his feet. “Continue to look for them, then.” Curumë took a step back. “I am abhorred by the idea of your complacency. To me, there is nothing worse than to bow to fate and the whim of some gods.”

A feverish shimmer flared in his gaze.

“If I were you, I would go after Shar and her followers. I wouldn’t stop until I got back everything that was taken. And I’d make sure my fate and life were in my own hands, not in those of some higher being.”

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[Drafts tonight!! Promise promise!]

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[I'll get to my few drafts this week, but also..... gimme more. New mutuals I'm looking at you....]

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Some more antique book covers for your feed.

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Age'ian awoke feeling a little groggy, but as he sits up and rubs his face, he feels the scruff on his cheeks. His heart sinks and he gives a heavy sigh. While it would be quite easy to see through the eyes of his familiar to shave himself, he refused to look in a mirror. He didn't even have one in his tent...

So, with a deep breath to swallow some pride, he steps out of his tent and into the camp. "Could someone help me with something... small?"

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Age'ian awoke feeling a little groggy, but as he sits up and rubs his face, he feels the scruff on his cheeks. His heart sinks and he gives a heavy sigh. While it would be quite easy to see through the eyes of his familiar to shave himself, he refused to look in a mirror. He didn't even have one in his tent...

So, with a deep breath to swallow some pride, he steps out of his tent and into the camp. "Could someone help me with something... small?"