#f'ystran

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Character Associations: F'ystran Tia

✴EMOTIONS/FEELINGS✴

Guilty- For every failure, every misstep Disillusioned- The world is hard and unkind, and someone has to remember that. Fond- If nothing else, there are loved ones to enjoy

✴COLORS✴

Green- Balance, vitality, shame Black- Mourning, silence, darkness Gold- Regality, authority, value, incorruptibility

✴SCENTS✴

Metal- Battle and blood Animal- Feather and fur, nurturing Fire- Warmth, protection from the dark Soap- Ritual and cleansing

✴OBJECTS✴

Prosthetic- Tool, extension, aid as much as irritation Armour- To last at least one moment longer Desert glass earrings- Past love. Past failure.

✴BODY LANGUAGE✴

Bared teeth- Get away Both ears flicking- Contentment, calm, joy Lip twitching at the corner- Amusement Tail perfectly still, pupils thin- I suggest you run

✴AESTHETICS✴

The Campfire- Comfort, rest, community The Desert- Vastness, life in the face of adversity, hidden colour Crossed Blades- Steadfastness, grit, inability to back down

Figured I'd do one for Ystran as well. Again, not sure who to tag so do it as you please!!

[lookbluesoup]

Nahte said your bird looked cold so he knit her a sweater!!!

Bonus F'ystran reaction:

Some discord nonsense. Though idk this might be canon I really could see Nahte knitting Cyra a sweater. Thank you @boggleoflight for indulging in these shenanigans and letting me make silly drawings of our cat men. #JustMiqoManThings

[seasaltandcopper]

the boys :3 @lookbluesoup @boggleoflight

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F'ystran in his yeehaw era.

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When it's been a while since you've seen him.

F'ystran and @seasaltandcopper's A'mahl

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I've got you.

@lookbluesoup's Nahte seems to have had a bad time.

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The boys, as Salt put it, "raising property values" in Empyreum. Featuring @lookbluesoup's Nahte'to and @seasaltandcopper's A'mahl.

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The sparring match got a little more intense than expected.

Ft. the mischievous A'mahl (belonging to @seasaltandcopper)

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Borrowing @lookbluesoup and @seasaltandcopper's boys to make shitposts.

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Yllis, Ystran, and Eli all wish you a happy Pride!

Had a lot of fun with this tutorial by @whitherwanderer!

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It's not a ship I really considered until I was told to check out her delivery quests and now I'm kind of digging it.

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In which the siblings finally part, F'yllis for Sharlayan, and F'ystran for home.

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When the Scions learn how to return to the Source, F'ystran spends a lot of time in the rookery to say goodbye.

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@seasaltandcopper I don't think your boy is taking this situation seriously.

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And I would give all this and heaven too I would give it all if only for a moment

Some morning cuddles with F'ystran and @lookbluesoup's Nahte'to.

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classics - muse a tends to muse b’s wounds with more care than necessary (for ystran and the boys!)

“It isn’t worth the fuss.” The knuckles were broken, mended now to where F’ystran could move them painlessly again, but Nahte held fast. Aether hummed and wound over their hands, and Lily fluttered curiously from one of Nahte’s shoulders to the other, as though she herself was trying to get an idea of what it was that had her master’s attention so fixed.

F’ystran could not quite push past Nahte’s expression, that mixture of stony and pleasantly serene that made it difficult to parse what thoughts circled his head. The mismatched blue of his eyes remained glued to the bruised span of the back of F’ystran’s hand, impenetrable in his paradoxically gentle—infinitely gentle—way.

“It needs to be tended to, if you’re keen to hold a sword any time soon,” he replied, glancing up to F’ystran’s eyes. He smiled, then, soft and coaxing. “Just a moment more.”

It did not need it, the tingle of the aether weaving up the length of F’ystran’s forearm in want of things more pressing than the leftover bruise. The small scrapes and chafes stitched shut, skin smooth and unmarred where they had been that moment before.

It was excess, and one F’ystran would not tolerate from any other healer. From Nahte, it was not unwelcome. Where a plethora of tiny aches had built, they now eased away, leaving only warmth in their wake.

The promised moment passed, the glow of the magic dissipating into the air. Task complete, there was a heartbeat of hesitation, both of Nahte’s hands holding F’ystran’s one. Neither seemed fit to part in the silence that had fallen. F’ystran, without fully meaning to, squeezed Nahte’s fingers, thumb smoothing just a fraction of an ilm over the side of his hand.

“Thank you, Nahte,” he murmured. Nahte smiled, returning the pressure. F’ystran near thanked him for that too.

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Featuring @lookbluesoup's boy! Set between when F'ystran started telling people Nahte was the only one allowed to heal him and when they finally got together. The rituals are intricate.