#firecreation

[sweaterkittensahoy]

Kissinger. Not saying his removal stops Pol Pot, but at least he's not there assisting in genocide.

FINE, you get another go at the time machine and the ability to prevent one birth (or commit a murder up to you), don't worry about the butterfly effect, we want the butterfly effect that's part of the point. Your actions will prevent them from ever rising to prominence. Original poll here There may be a face off poll at the end. Hitler still isn't an option because we'd all chose to kill him.

Am gonna go Pontius Pilate and say my hands are cleaned of this one. All of the below are nominees.

[silverstrying]

Just another casual proof that dream = minecraft 💅

I was just looking up "intuitive hints in minecraft" (like ruined portals w firecreators spawning in the nearby chest hints to finishing the portal+fire means something, the wither painting indicates how to create the wither, the redstone room in the ancient city exists to teach about how restone works, etc.) (If anyone can think of any more or knows what to google to find out, hmu pls).

All of them are directly about minecraft except for the random tiktok in the middle about dreamscapes. Literally nothing to do with minecraft, it just includes the words "intuitive" and "dream" 💅💅💅

[curiositydriven]

#pinned post | Private & Selective | Fairy Tail Manga | Low Activity                                                         Written by Momo

Rules | Carrd

The muse: Jason is a super minor character who appears a few times in the Fairy Tail manga and anime. He is a reporter for the Sorcerer Weekly magazine and thinks that mages are the coooolest! He’s often a judge for mage competitions and events. He is energetic, emotional, and eager!

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Fairy Tail:

Fairybond (Lisanna, Lucy, Levy)

Resolvebound (Rogue, Gray, Freed, Macbeth, Leo, Frosch, Lector)

Varietales (Kagura, Millianna, Jenny, Evie, Bisca, Simon, Ichiya)

Datamerchant (Mags, archive-mage OC)

Firecreated (Frankie, fire-make mage OC)

Pokemon:

Steelbloomed (Amarys)

Aquoreus (Lisia)

[candacehughes]

underwater mudcreations and underwater firecreations voice must return to candace marie hughes. on. paid.

[icehaloed]

Patience was a virtue, but Ur had known few fire mages who could confidently claim this virtue as theirs. She supposed it was rather . . . antithetical to their powers. She had never dabbled in fire magic, but from her academic knowledge of it, it required a quick, decisive hand. When working with fire, the books had claimed, hesitation meant destruction, and consequently, those who used the element needed to have a keen understanding of when to call it quits, when to withdraw their flames. Ur was very confident that any type of magic, if left uncontrolled, could spell destruction, but she supposed that she could admit that fire was as suited to destruction as it was to creation. Strange, how these things sometimes went.

To her, it just meant that while patience might not be a coveted quality in fire users, insight and perceptiveness were important traits.

"I haven't been to Carnation Town often enough to be an expert on this place, but very few things are set in stone," she said calmly. "I think my father used to do business here, before I was born." She was fairly sure her mother had not liked to meet with the mayor of Carnation Town, but from her understanding, that had been a personal disagreement and had had nothing to do with the air of . . . snobbishness that enveloped the city. "Adina, my sister, she's coming to Carnation Town to check up on an old acquaintance of hers."

What was Adina like? An excellent question. Stubborn, yes, but that was a bad thing to lead with. Diligent, but that might make her sound too serious, which would almost be a lie. Adina was a lot of things, occasionally even two (or more) contradictory things at the same time. "She's not a mage," Ur said, because that was not just true but also easy. Defining Adina by the traits she did not have, by the absence of negative qualities was . . . an approach. A weird approach, maybe, but hey---an approach nevertheless. "It's difficult to describe, but she's never cruel and never boring. She has a distaste for people who abuse their power and influence. She likely still doesn't take good enough care of herself, but I have been told I am sitting in a glass house and really shouldn't throw stones."

@icehaloed - moved from legacy post

Even with the canine accepting Ur’s presence and seeming to be happy and relaxed, Frankie kept herself attuned to him, just in case. She grinned as he wagged his tail, his gentle bark almost sounding as if it was in agreement to the ice mage’s words. Pride and affection warmed her as she watched the pair interact.

“He really is the best.” They hadn’t always gotten along, truth be told. He’d barked excessively when she’d first encountered him, driven by the need to protect the building and what he’d viewed as ‘his’ territory. She’d taken her time letting him get used to her, and before long…they were inseparable. Her years of self-isolation in the forest had taught her great patience, as well as respect for animals and the natural world.

Beginning to integrate herself back into society was no easy matter, particularly with Carnation Town as her starting point. The location of the guildhall made it easier, being on the fringes of the town, close enough to the forest so that she never felt too confined. One might think it strange, that she felt more alone among the townspeople than she ever did on her own in the wilderness.

“Carnation isn’t that bad,” she said, perhaps more to reassure herself than as any passing comment, “I think everyone will come around to him, and me…and magic in general…after a while.”

Hope rekindled her smile, images of her guild and the townspeople getting along fuelling it. They would come to depend on each other, respect and care for each other, the benefits of such a relationship causing them both to flourish. The future shined brightly in her mind. It would just be a matter of time.

She put her hands together in a light clap, as if closing the topic in her thoughts for now. Her eyes fell to Ur’s face, curiosity sparking back to life.

“You said you’re going to be meeting up with your sister, is she a mage too? What’s she like? If you don’t mind me asking.”

[hsilradiology]

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[natashakudashkina]

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[julieboehm]

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[icehaloed]

to meet in carnation had been adina’s idea as she had a meeting in that town, but that had been before the railway that connected dulcamara and carnation had been temporarily disabled, leaving ur to reassure her sister that no, she was not mad and that yes, she would wait in carnation until her elder would arrive as she awkwardly stalked through the outskirts of the city, feeling far more out of place than usually.  iris village, in all its smallness and familiarity, could be a challenge for her on some days, carnation was . . . a different league, a genuine challenge, but as ur smoothed out her accursed designer dress and threw the grey clouds above a warning glare, she could do this and she had promised her sister.

alas, the clouds were not impressed by her, and ur felt the sigh of the heavens before a single rain drop touched her.  this was why she preferred kinder places, places that felt less restrictive, she thought.  still, carnation might not like it, but it was not difficult at all for her to craft a dainty looking umbrella made of ice as she continued her aimless wandering, dark blue eyes now searching for a place where she could seek shelter. 

her steps faltered as she found herself in front of a building that . . . felt warmer than the picture perfect ones she had seen in town, and she angled her head as she inspected it closely, studying it for a few moments before she approached the door and knocked.  her sister would be so proud of her good manners, she mused as she carefully nudged the door open.  ‘ ‘ hello? ’ ’ she called softly, though her voice was louder than the rain. ‘ ‘ may i come in? ’ ’ 

@firecreated​ liked for a starter!!

[coruscatiio]

⚶  @firecreated,  continued from here.

bryn beamed as she nodded,  rolling the sleeves of her blouse up and barely managing not to make grabby hand mentions at the mcl.  technology tended to excite her,  sometimes to a point where she forgot that she had been raised to have manners,  but she was making an effort,  here!  no need to spook anyone just because she could ramble about tech for hours without ever having to catch her breath.

‘ ‘ i can definitely help you! ’ ’  she responded as she pulled her hair back into a ponytail.  ‘ ‘ i’m going to travel all the way to daffodil village so i have lots of time to explain  ---  and feel free to ask as many questions as you want,  i love to explain these things,  but i get lost on tangents. ’ ’

it was something that got her into trouble at school,  sometimes,  but it was her passion that swept her away and that had her rambling on vaguely related yet far too specialised subtopics without much of a care in the world. 

[sacrecean-archived]

[ smile ] // firecreated, modern shop verse 🥺

working in retail was  . . .  its own kind of hell,  thalassa often thought,  but it made her money that she could spend on her more  ---  extravagant hobbies and wishes as well as on presents for her closest and dearest loved ones,  and so she did not complain about it often.  however,  as she tried to listen to the middle-aged man,  the realisation that she would go home and complain to erida grew.  she was not unused to customers who believed that they knew better than her and that they had to explain to her what truly mattered,  but this one?  absolutely obnoxious. 

and also,  she thought as her gaze trailed away from him and over the display cases,  absolutely wrong.  there was some vindication in this.  maybe that was an unprofessional sentiment,  but thalassa thought it was also very weird to go to a store to explain to the employees how they should do their job so ultimately,  the score was still in her favour.

as interesting as the cases’ content was on most day  ( and she had her eyes on a underwater camera for future travels ),  it did not hold up after the eight i just think,  and thalassa’s eyes wandered beyond the borders of her department,  finding a somewhat familiar face.  the tall redhead was a frequent customer and she always caught thalassa’s attention because of her bubbly,  excitable personality.  on someone else,  it might have seemed over the top,  but on her,  it just felt authentic.

maybe she was looking over to her for a moment too long because the redhead  ---  frankie,  or at least,  thalassa was fairly certain that this was her name  ---  stopped what she was doing and looked back at her,  a smile growing on her face.  it was not quite the smile that thalassa traded with her colleagues when one of them was stuck with an awful customer,  but it was not entirely different.  it was compassionate.  it was kind.  and warm.

and although she still wished a tiny little bit that she could just turn on her heel and walk out of the store to take her break,  thalassa found herself smiling back at the redhead.

nonverbal meme  /  selectively accepting  /  @firecreated.

[ smile ] for your muse to smile at mine from across the room

[krixbeeble]

❤️‍🔥 I can finally reveal to you my latest passion pieces outside of my Talismans! I've had this idea for copper bails with my Wandjina pendants in my mind waiting to be executed for a long time! I have been fascinated with the myths and petroglyphs of the wandjinas from Australia since I learned of them. While in Australia, I had several powerful experiences and many had to do with animal signs and dream states. These experiences spilled over to my everyday life and reinforced my connection and love for Australia and its rugged, wild, unpredictably beautiful things it has to share and is a home to. ☆These are a little homage to something kindred with my spirit~ I'm so happy with the outcome and to have finally brought these to life! 🍾☆ The copper grounds the pendants and resonates with a much more earthly tone than them knotted on silk like I used to create them. Let's have some fun with this limited first edition! #handcrafted #wandjina #wondjina #boro #copper #impressions #metalsmithing #lampworking #firecreations #krixbeeblecreations https://www.instagram.com/p/CXmmtPDvpTc/?utm_medium=tumblr

[magician-kitty]

Red Son x Macaque x Nezha x Reader

Context: Reader has Lucifer’s power and uses it on them.

Macaque

“What is it you truly desire~”

You couldn’t help it, you just couldn’t. You’ve been trying to dig out this shadow simian for years and he’s such a mystery to you.

One minute he’s being a complete mother flunker, the next minute he shows up with offerings: Like flowers, trinkets, or sometimes you’re favorite sweets.

Like seriously? What’s this guys deal. 😤

You decided enough was enough and did the most logical thing you could come up with. Kidnap and torture his (Bleep)

“Uh, you know not that I don’t mind being tied up but don’t you think this is getting outta hand?”

“Don’t give me that you damn monkey, all day long you’ve been playing “Hot n Cold” and it’s getting tired. So I’m gonna finish this little game of yours”

Macaque had his signature smug look on his face, there’s no way you’d figure him out that quick. “Oh yeah, how you gonna do that sugarplum~?”

Oooh, now he’s done it. 😏

You crouched down to his level, staring at him directly into his eyes and said the magic words.

“I…I…I want to tell you that I love you” 😵‍💫

…..Say what now? 😳

Nezha

You’re a sorceress in training and you just came up with a new kind of trick.

You decided to share this info with the lotus prince himself, who you secretly thinks is Fiiiine~ 😏

You found the young prince out in the gardens tending to the plants, it just warmed your heart at his good heart and tenderness.

“Yoo-hoo, my prince I wish to report that my training is coming along swimmingly!”

“Really? That’s wonderful dear Y/N”

“Yes, I’ve come up with this new spell and I wish to share it with you. If that’s okay by you sire?”

He agreed to it and you got started. You simply looked into his eyes and said the words.

“I..I wish to, I wish to wipe that smug look off of Wukong’s face…And take you as my bride~” 😵‍💫

(Gasp) Oh…Oh my Buddha. 😳 That’s quite the shocking twist.

Red Son

Oooh, man. How you longed to do this. You couldn’t hold back the excitement.

You’ve wondered for years on what was going on in the Bull Prince’s head, and this was your chance. Today you’d spend the day with the firecracker and you could spring your newfound ability into action.

“Helllooo, Hot-stuff!”

“Ugh, it’s you. What do you want peasant? Can’t you see I’m in the middle of my inventions”

“Oh don’t fret my little firecracker this’ll just take a second. I just wanna test something” you grinned evilly as you said the words.

“How dare you call me firecr- I…I wish to destroy that annoying noodle boy once and for all” 😵‍💫

Hmm, okay…Maybe try some more.

“And….I, i-I wish to hold you into my arms and confess my undying love to you my dearest princess!” 😫

Woah….Didn’t see that coming. Let’s say he’s literally on fire right now.

Well, how was that? Was it bad? Good? Bit of both?

[antisocialite83]

One of my guilty pleasures is watching popular shows AFTER the popularity is all gone. For example, I’m watching #Scandal. Like, THE OLIVIA POPE(!!!) for the first time ever. Don’t get me wrong, I know the outline. However, since there are no such thing as #spoilers (my opinion bc I’ve never “heard” a description that EVER does a film justice), something always gets left out. I have to see the story unfold for myself. I like to fill in my own blanks.

THIS SHOW IS GOOD!!!!

Wow. #OliviaAndFitz are actually the least interesting thing happening on this show lol. There’s always some unbelievable actual scandal going on. So far, I’ve made it into the second season and jeez! It’s free smoke for everybody. They be reading each other for fiiiiiilth!!!(I especially HATE how condescending and downright mean #Cyrus is to James). Also, is Olivia Pope a republican!?! Cuz, what!? But not surprising.

So far I really like Olivia and Cyrus’ odd couple friendship. Huck and Olivia are better friends tho. I can tell their relationship is more intimate, less transactional. lol Even when they’re pissed with each other, they’re still fiercely loyal. I hope he gets to be with his family again. The callous way Charlie tried to break him(#752 🥹), I hope he die real slow. Somebody gon have to pop his ass. I can’t believe I’m only on season 2. Speaking of which, I’ve just gotten to where Eli Pope reveals himself to Cyrus. Olivia doesn’t know…yet. Looking forward to that. Most importantly, it seems like everybody run the White House EXCEPT the president. Specifically, #Mellie, Olivia, and Cyrus.

This is def not everything I’ve noticed/seen BUT I am getting sleepy, finally(!). My sleep’s been better these past couple of nights. I guess political dramas lull me 😂😂😂. I’m glad to have another insomnia treatment.

Oh yeah, Fitz is a immature DICK. Even tho I’m only on S2, something tells me that will be consistent throughout the series.

Finally have made it to season 6. Lemme just once again say, THIS IS A GOOD ASS SHOW!!!!

Also, every character needs therapy.

More importantly, can Lauren, the President’s secretary, PLEASE get some props. She the least corrupted person on the show.

First of all, so glad Olivia and Fitz did not get a happy ending. They didn’t deserve it. Cyrus really got what was coming to him and it was sad but also not really. Too much blood on his hands AND he’s a deadbeat/absentee father!!!! Like, he had no concern about Ella at all. Too busy scheming smh.

Abby is a dick. Lowkey, and now majorly highkey you can see how envious/resentful she is of Olivia. That can happen when you feel indebted to someone. Also, take Olivia off the pedestal lol cuz she def be fuxking up to. Fitz is painfully…MEDIOCRE. And also co-dependent. Like he can’t function without a women around men…managing him. I can’t believe how corrupt this firecr**ch ass bitch became. Also, tho if these the same people who have manage to (somewhat)muzzle Rowan, then I get it. The scary lady who’s name i don’t know, is the actress who plays the mom in #YoungSheldon lmao seeing Mary Cooper be a badass is sendiiiiing me 😂😂😂. “Ms. Majorie Ruland”, and ole boy really knew how to tap into Abby’s insecurities.

RIP HUCK!!!! 🥺😡🥺🥺 …..sike! That was a damn good plot twist. But my boy should stick to his guns. A lesson in trusting your instincts. Had Olivia not started questioning her most loyal friend, I don’t think this would’ve happen. But I knew that girl was a weirdo. And he did to. Of course tho, Olivia couldn’t see the forest for the trees. At least not when it comes to her father.

Season 7!!!!

Mellie is president! And a damn good one. Quinn and Charlie being badass vigilante murderers, who make a kid 🥹🥹🥹>>>>>. That damn Cyrus ain’t NEVA leaving the White House. He should have his own wing atp. Seeing Olivia become Eli is cray. She don’t even wear white anymore!!! But Noir Olivia does have much better hair. Lol. I’m so glad Abby is back in the also(it’s lowkey still fuck her tho). I feel like Olivia is gonna snap. And I’m so ready.

Curtis > Jake > Fitz.

Overall : 4/5 ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

[carewyncromwell]

“All I want is the wind in my hair -- To face the fear, but not feel scared...”

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🌹 HPHM Cardverse developed by @ariparri​​ // learn more about Abraxan Derby here! 🌹

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Abraxan Derby was a sport both native to and most popular in the Land of Clubs. This didn’t mean, however, that it didn’t have its fans elsewhere. Even in the Country of Spades, where street cars were pulled by mechanical creatures rather than flesh and blood ones, there were those who loved the freedom that the white winged horses represented. One of those such Spades was the young woman who would eventually become the Queen of Hearts -- Carewyn Cromwell.

From the time she was a little girl, Carewyn had always been enamored with the idea of flight. She found peace looking out from the highest height she could whenever she most wanted to be alone, and her older brother Jacob -- who worked for the Jack of Spades, Duncan Ashe -- used to love treating Carewyn to rides in the royal zeppelin whenever he could wrangle it. The young redhead’s love of flight also extended to winged horses. Although growing up in a rather poor home had made it so she couldn’t afford to travel and thus had only ever learned how to ride mechanical horses, Carewyn loved the thought of one day riding a real horse, especially an Abraxan. She got her chance, surprisingly enough, the day that the Country of Spades’ university hosted an Abraxan Derby competition.

The Land of Clubs and the Country of Spades shared a border, and it couldn’t have been more stark. As soon as one left the perimeter of the trees of the Clubs’ northernmost forest, they would be immediately greeted by a wide-open, industrial landscape decked with high-rise buildings made of iron and glass. It was only this forest and these buildings that separated the grounds of the Land and Country’s respective universities...and it was to hopefully foster good relations between these two schools that this competition was held.

Carewyn herself wasn’t attending university yet -- she was still only a lass of fifteen, though a very capable one. She’d more than made an impression at the court of Spades, after all the times she’d gone to visit Jacob and his “boss,” the Jack of Spades. Some even suspected that the hard-to-please Ace of Spades wished to enlist Carewyn to work for her in some not-too-distant future, though Carewyn didn’t show any particular enthusiasm for the idea. Instead Carewyn chose to work as a shopgirl part-time, so as to help financially support her family. As soon as she was done with her classes, she’d immediately dash out to catch the trolley, putting on her best shoes and her nicest pair of gloves while riding to the general store, and then she’d quickly fix her short ponytail and give herself a quick look-over in the shop windows she passed on her way over. Once she’d arrived, she’d immediately get to work behind the counter, bustling about to help the store owner with his customers and setting out on foot to deliver packages of goods across town.

This day in particular, at the end of her shift, the store owner sent Carewyn southward to deliver some packages to the university dean’s house. It was an address Carewyn was used to visiting -- the dean had a wife and several daughters, all of whom he loved to spoil with gifts, so him ordering stylish new dresses, jewelry, and shoes was a regular occurrence. Carewyn tried not to feel too jealous when she saw the pretty pearl drop earrings one of the dean’s daughters took out of the smallest of the boxes: the only earrings Carewyn had been able to afford were the rusted, clumsily-carved, flower-shaped studs she was wearing now.

Once Carewyn had finished her final delivery, she set off on foot back uptown so she could take the streetcar home. Her way was halted, though, by the commotion in the streets.

During the first round of the university’s Abraxan Derby, a particularly nasty foul had resulted in one of the Land of Clubs’ horses getting badly spooked by  some firecrackers in the Spades’ side of the stands and its rider getting thrown off his horse as it took off into the air. This very same Abraxan ended up just as spooked, however, when it flew right into the path of a zeppelin, weaved down right into the path of a very loud construction site, and then finally zipped right into the very loud incoming traffic of several dozen streetcars.

Alarmed by the sight of the poor, panicking creature, Carewyn pushed her way through the bewildered, wary bystanders, fearlessly rushing up toward the winged horse. Although truthfully she hadn’t known how to calm a real, living horse any better than anyone else around did, Carewyn tried her best, speaking to the white steed as calmly as she could.

“Easy now,” she whispered, taking off her black lace gloves as she approached, “easy...”

The horse flapped its wide wings as if to ward her and everyone else off, but Carewyn nonetheless stood her ground. Several law enforcement officers tried to intervene, whether by urging Carewyn “out of harm’s way” or to grab the horse’s reins, but their loud voices only served to make the Abraxan more nervous.

“Stay back!” Carewyn hissed at them under her breath.

She turned back to the Abraxan, keeping eye contact with him as she kept a respectful distance. The creature was not going to let any of them get any closer, even if they did want to help -- that much was obvious.

Carewyn racked her brain, trying to think of what to do. She had to calm the poor thing down...

The red-haired shopgirl took a very careful step forward. The Abraxan padded the ground anxiously, its eyes locked on her. Not entirely sure what made her do it, Carewyn offered the horse as brave of a smile as she could and started to sing to him.

“The pale moon was rising above the green mountain...

The sun was declining beneath the blue sea

When I strayed with my love to the pure crystal fountain

That stands in the beautiful Vale of Tralee...

She was lovely and fair as the rose of the summer,

Yet ‘twas not her beauty alone that won me --

Oh no, ‘twas the truth in her eyes ever dawning

That made me love Mary, the Rose of Tralee...”

It was a modest, old-fashioned melody -- a folk song, full of admiration. And perhaps because of the sweetness of Carewyn’s voice and the smile that made her voice and eyes sparkle, it held the Abraxan’s attention, making it focus on her enough that it slowly settled down. Finally Carewyn was able to get close enough to touch it, but she moved slowly, holding her hand out in mid-air a foot or so away from its nose for the horse to smell. At last the Abraxan blustered softly through its teeth and bridged the gap between them, bringing its soft, velvety nose up to her hand. Carewyn’s eyes shone like stars as she brought both of her hands gently along its snout and stroked its neck.

“Oh, you are beautiful, aren’t you?” she whispered. Trailing a hand along its back and wing made her wistful in a way she could hardly explain. “You poor, sweet creature...it must be so much louder here than you’re used to. It’s no wonder you’re so frightened...”

“Indeed.”

Carewyn looked up.

The crowd parted for a young dark-haired man only about a year so older than Carewyn to pass through. He was dressed all in loose-fitting, breezy green, and something similarly bright white walked alongside him. The young man’s Abraxan’s wings were folded up at its side as he led it through the crowd toward Carewyn.

“I’m afraid the stables and woods back home are remarkably quiet, in comparison to your city,” he said calmly.

His black eyes ran over Carewyn’s hands up onto the horse’s face and then back onto her with interest.

“...I must thank you for restoring some peace to her spirit.”

Carewyn blinked at the young man in surprise.

“...She’s yours, then,” she surmised.

“My teammate’s, yes,” said the green-dressed man.

Before he could say anything else, however, the traffic in the street seemed to reawaken. It seemed that now that the Abraxan wasn’t flying around like crazy, all of those people who’d been on their commute home or to work had lost their patience.

“Oi, can you take it outta here?!”

“Get outta the way, will ya?!”

“Move it already!”

The Abraxan started to neigh restlessly at the blaring horns and clanging bells, and Carewyn hurriedly tried to calm it by stroking its mane.

“You horrid people!” she scolded them. “Don’t you see you’re making it worse?”

“Clearly they don’t,” the man said very coolly.

Bringing a tanned hand through his own horse’s mane, he quickly leapt up onto its back and took hold of the reins.

“Can you ride, miss?”

Carewyn was taken aback. “...I know how to ride a horse, yes.”

A mechanical one, at least.

“Well, then,” the man said, undaunted, “best be off.”

With this, he took off into the air.

Carewyn glanced at the white Abraxan at her side and then up at the green-dressed man flying just over her.

Well, it really was the best way to get this poor thing back where she belonged, Carewyn supposed.

Despite her slight misgivings, she climbed up onto the winged horse’s back. Taking hold of its reins, she then took a deep breath.

“Let’s go, girl,” she whispered in the Abraxan’s ear.

She flicked the reins. The Abraxan reared back, its wings fully extended, making Carewyn’s heart slam against her ribcage as she clutched its neck harness for support -- and then, just as abruptly, the horse had taken off, soaring up into the air.

It was stunning. Oh, Heavens above, was it a thrill! To be so weightless and so above it all -- it was like pure, exhilarating freedom was coursing through her veins with the heat of hot iron!

Carewyn felt her face flushing with joy -- she felt like a child, uncaring that her hair had come loose of its usual ribbon or that it was flapping loose in her face. She didn’t care how she looked in that moment, or what anyone might say. In this moment, here -- she’d never been happier, in her memory.

The green-dressed man flew up alongside her, his soft black eyes and large white smile rather bright as he considered her.

“Your course is worth several rubies,” he said.

Carewyn glanced up at him questioningly.

“You are a very skilled rider,” he clarified himself. “You’d be an admirable opponent, or ally, were you to fly in the derby.”

Carewyn shook her head modestly. “Thank you...but I’ve only ever ridden mechanical horses, prior to today. I’m hardly experienced enough.”

“But does your inexperience not make your talent all the more remarkable?” the young man challenged her. “You bonded with your steed with nothing but heart and instinct, rather than tried-and-true knowledge or experience.”

“Yes, but if people were relying on me to help them succeed, I wouldn’t want them to choose me just with their hearts,” Carewyn said very firmly. “I’d want them to know I was the best choice, that I’d be the best I could be -- be everything they need me to be, and then some -- and that I’d do the best I could for them, too.”

The green-dressed man cocked his eyebrows. “It seems your standards for yourself are even higher than your flight trajectory.”

He soared around her in several graceful loops, his hands not even touching the reins. Carewyn watched him with admiration despite herself -- he was a very, very talented rider.

“Urge her up with a light tug to the reins,” the green-dressed man encouraged her. “Then lean to one side, pressing your foot up against her flank.”

Carewyn did so, and soon she was soaring up and over him. Her face brightened with a smile, and the green-dressed man grinned at her as they weaved back and forth.

“What’s your name?” he asked her.

“Carewyn!” she cried over the wind. “Cromwell!”

He swept right up alongside her, their horses’ wings brushing up against each other’s.

“I am Orion!” he answered as he passed.

Orion came up and over Carewyn, completely upside down, before charging ahead.

“Are you a performer, Carewyn Cromwell?” he called back over his shoulder.

Carewyn flicked her reins, determined to catch up.

“No! I’m a shopgirl at Pique’s General Store. And a student -- though I hope to work in law someday -- ”

She came right up alongside him, so close that their shoulders touched.

“And what of you, Orion?” she asked him. “Are you a professional Abraxan Derby player? Or do you hope to be?”

Orion beamed. “I wish to fly free. That is all I dream and wish.”

Carewyn felt her smile widen, both empathetic and charmed despite herself.

“And to win your matches, I would think,” she said a bit more coolly.

“That wouldn’t hurt,” Orion said amusedly.

For the next half-hour, Carewyn rode alongside Orion, perfectly matching his speed even as he weaved up over and around her. At several points she even overtook him, dodging and soaring like a shooting star around him. Orion’s black eyes sparkled brightly as they flew together -- as brightly as Carewyn’s own blue eyes were, if any outside observer were to have taken notice.

At last, the two made it to the university, to where the rest of the Derby players were waiting. The next match was set to begin, and the Land of Clubs had been a little tense about how long their captain had been gone. Orion, however, soothed their concerns with relative ease, his smile and aura remarkably calm.

“A rider without his steed is akin to a shooting star pinned to the earth. Although yes, one could shine brightly while stationary, that star would lament being so locked in place, unable to fly across the sky.”

His eyes flitted over to Carewyn brushing her loose hair out of her face as she disembarked. As she did, she reacted with surprise as her hands ran over her ears and a flash of faint resignation rippled over her face.

Orion approached her, and Carewyn immediately put on a smile as she faced him.

“Well...” she said slowly, “I suppose I’d best be getting on. I hope your match goes well...with how good of a flier you are, I’m sure you’ll be brilliant...”

“You’re welcome to stay and watch,” Orion invited her.

Carewyn’s smile softened. “Thank you...but my brother will be getting off work soon -- he’ll be worried, if I’m not home when he gets there...”

She curled her loose hair behind her ears. Orion noted immediately that she was only wearing one flowery earring made out of crudely-shaped steel.

“Did you lose your earring?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Carewyn said offhandedly. “I suppose it must’ve come off, while I was riding. But it’s all right -- I’ll save up for a new pair.”

She extended a hand to Orion. He looked down at it, before gently taking and shaking it.

“My team and I owe you a debt, Carewyn Cromwell,” said Orion. “Thank you.”

“Nonsense!” huffed Carewyn. “Why, I only did what anyone would’ve done, in my place...”

She brought a gentle hand along the back of the Abraxan she’d ridden, and the winged mare brought her nose up to Carewyn’s cheek with an affectionate murr.

“Perhaps,” said Orion, “but you were ultimately the only one who did it.”

He inclined his head to her, his black eyes glinting with a touch of mischief as he smiled.

“I lament that we probably won’t meet again, unless by chance. But perhaps if you were to become a performer, as I supposed you might be, you might have more reason to travel to the Land of Clubs.”

Carewyn beamed. “Or maybe once I graduate university and have made my own way in the world, I’ll have more chance to go where I want. Then I can visit you, just as well as you can visit me.”

Orion’s eyes sparkled. “May we both chase that freedom.”

~*~

By the following night, Orion had already departed back to the Land of Clubs. That next week, though, Carewyn was startled to receive a tiny package in the mail, addressed from the Land of Clubs. Inside was a pair of sparkling emerald green earrings shaped like clubs and a very short note --

I hope these are a suitable replacement for the one you lost. As much as your talent in flying is worthy of rubies, I thought the stone of intuition better suited your aura. If nothing else, a green clover seems good company for the Rose of Tralee.

I sincerely hope our paths will cross again.

Fairfarren,

Orion Amari

Carewyn wore those earrings nearly every day from then on, taking exquisite care of them all the while. She even wore them after she moved to the Kingdom of Hearts and -- not long later -- became their Queen. By that point, Orion had likewise become King of Clubs: a role that Carewyn knew very well Orion would’ve likely never chosen for himself, however much he felt an obligation to his people, country, and allies to care and provide for them.

As much as the two royals had to perform on protocol, though, they still always enjoyed whenever they had the chance to collide again. At least then, for part of that time, they could chat, banter, and confide like ordinary people...as friends would...free of their duty and obligations, if only for just a little while.

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Frankie is a Fire-make mage that has recently set up her own guild; Phoenix Dawn, after having lived most of her life in the wilderness.

She is a tol, Strong Girl, with a lot of drive and a bright, friendly nature.

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