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I legit forgot about this

Oh well, here's these guys

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WIP

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Actually really proud of how this one turned out

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Tried something

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Lookout world I just discovered color layers

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Nubes the Kingdom of WIND

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Trying to decide between these island designs

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Nubes Concept art

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Formal introductions

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At Home

“Heading home, Paz?”

“Yeah, you too?”

I nod. “Well get home safely, and give Yeaweh my regards.”

I’m not surprised Paz is one of the last to clock out for the day, the chief knight is proving to be ever the diligent stalwart I expected him to be. I can only imagine how grieved Yeaweh must be getting at how much I’m keeping their dear husband from them.

Making my way through the castle halls, I pass by a few people also heading back home for the day. They bow and wish me a “good evening your majesty”, and I regard them back with a bow of my own, a sight everyone has finally become accustomed to.

I reach the bridge to my tower, and when I step out the door I’m greeted by the familiar spring evening breeze. To my left is the ever breathtaking view that’s yet to grow stale. The entire city of Greypeak all bathed in the golden light of the dusk. I close my eyes and inhale deeply, relishing in the small sting of cold air in my nose, feeling the gale of wind hit my face and blow in my hair. I exhale and slowly open my eyes again, grateful the view hasn’t gotten any dull from seeing it again. I lightly drag my hand across the cold stone as I walk to my tower, feeling the smoothed out roughness of its texture alongside the blowing breeze.

By the time I’ve reached my door I already have my key out. The King’s living quarters are already quite secluded from the rest of the castle, this is the only proper entrance, the exit below is strictly one way, and there’s only a single hidden passageway into it. So I understand others for thinking it to be paranoid to lock my door. Still however, I prefer to be cautious.

Flicking the lights on, I’m welcomed home by the sight of my home just as I left it. It’s not exactly what comes to mind when you think “Royalty”, but it is still quite opulent looking. A laudable enough size with a high ceiling, lovely polished plank floor. There are staircases on my two sides leading upstairs and downstairs respectively, a large pillar in the center of the room holds the ceiling with multiple bird feeders hanging from it. South of it lays a large sofa big enough to hold all my friends, beside it is an armchair, against the wall is a credenza that holds an admittedly intimidatingly huge television fit snugly between two shelves, and in the middle a large coffee table nearly the size of my dining table downstairs. Right to the other side of the pillar there’s an enormous bookshelf adorned with all the books I’ve stolen from the castle library, and all about are potted trees.

Pleased to see everything just as I left it this morning, I take my cape off and hang it on the wall and remove my crown and place it onto the shelf next to it. I make it across the room to open the window, letting in the pleasant air. I then turn my heel and fall head first onto the sofa. I let out a muffled yawn groan hybrid into the cushion. I plan to lay here lazily until something inevitably comes up for me to do.

I do not lie for long as before the sun has even fully set I’m disrupted by the sound of polite chirping. Darting my head up I’m greeted by the presence of about two and a half dozen birds in my home.

“Oh, I see you are all back from your migration early this year.”

A small budgie comes down on the sofa right by my face and chirps happily to greet me. The rest follow suit, and I’m then covered in a flock of feathers and excited chirps.

“Alright alright, I’m very happy to see all of you again as well. Now please get off, some of you may be carrying diseases.”

The birds all oblige and flutter others to roost on the trees and bird feeders. 

“Ah right, those are empty.” I slump off the sofa and make my way down to the kitchen. “I have yet to buy any more, but I’m certain I still have some remaining birdseed from the Autumn.” 

Downstairs I turn on the lights and open the pantry, sure enough I have a nearly empty large bag of birdseed. I take it back upstairs. The birds all watch me eagerly, as I place the bag onto the coffee table and ripping it open a bit more.

“Here, since there’s such little left you all can eat it straight out of the bag.” They flock over to the table and begin their feast. “I’ll have to remind myself to get some more tomorrow.”

As the birds eat I turn over to the stairs. By now I’m intimately used to climbing stairs, especially these steps. Still, it’s somewhat annoying to have to climb up an entire tower just to reach my own darn bedroom.

I change out of my regal outfit and into a loose orange sweater that's as warm as it is soft, as well as a pair of white baggy sweatpants, and no socks at all. I stretch upwards letting out a mouthy yawn, and am compelled to collapse onto my bed. Its enormous frame and warm blankets compel me to crawl into it and sink into its mattress, but alas I reject this impulse.

Coming back to the drawing room I see the birds have already finished all the seeds, they’re now all standing near the window, the same budgie comes over to me. I hold out my finger and they rest on it. They chirp out a polite thank you and then fly out the window, the rest of the flock fly out as well, making sure to give a short chirp of gratitude on their way out.

My stomach growls, reminding me to feed myself. The kitchen floor is made of stone tiles, and I enjoy how much colder they are than the wood planks. Beyond that the room is very much exactly how you envision the kitchen of a wealthy person, multiple cabinets high and low, a far too big for a single person table, large double doored fridge, a standard sized stove, and an oven I really should get to cleaning soon. Luckily all the appliances are normal ones, and not the smart ones that for whatever reason connect to wifi.

I have nowhere near enough energy to cook anything fresh at the moment, so I opt to pick something premaid out of my fridge. My choice being a plate of vegetable shepherd's pie I had made about 4 days ago. Just as I pull the wrap off I hear the distinct cry of a grey mountain hawk coming from upstairs.

”Ah, well he sounds feisty today.”

After I place my own food in the microwave I pull out a small piece of meat chopped to the size of a rat from the fridge. Emerging from the kitchen, sure enough I find a familiar hawk perched on my sofa, and at the sight of me the bird hunches over and squawks rudely at the meat in my hand. “Now, that’s not what we say, is it?” At my words the hawk remains hunched but makes a much more polite noise. “There.” I toss the meat across the room and walk over to the armchair. The hawk leaps over and catches it in his talons mid air. I set the pie on the coffee table, and the hawk flutters onto a tree by the sofa to tear at his meal. A short buzz and a small jingle goes off in my pocket. I pull my food onto my lap and take a scoop as I pull out my phone.

I have 1 new message. ‘Where is my husband.’

I chew as I type ‘Paz went home a short while ago’ ‘He should be there soon.’

‘Honestly I feel like you just give him random shit to do just to keep him away from me.’

I snort. ‘I could not keep you two away from each other, even if I tried.’

‘Also for your information: Paz has not eaten lunch today.’

‘So I hope you made plenty of food for him.’

They respond with a thumbs up

‘Guessing you didn't eat either?’

‘No’

They respond with a frowny face. ‘You need to eat more’

‘You're way to skinny’

‘I’d say I’m of fair weight. Perfectly healthy as well’

‘That’s no excuse’

‘Lunch is important!’

‘You need 3 meals a day’

‘Wouldn't you rather save the lecture for Paz?’

‘Oh Ill give your him enough when he gets here’

I don't get to respond before they type ‘Speaking of which’

‘He just pulled up’

‘Goodbye then, tell him I said hi.’

’This conversation isn’t over young man’

Putting my phone down I look over to the hawk still in my living room. He's already finished with his meat and flutters over beside me when he sees my look. I scratch the bottom of his beak and he leans into my touch.

“I suppose you should go home as well.”

He pulls away and responds with a short cry. “Very well, goodbye then.”

He flies out the same window as I he came from, and I’m left to my own company for the night. I eat the rest of my food in tranquil peace, and when I finish it I set the empty bowl back on the coffee table. I hadn’t expected to finish it entirely, but I suppose that skipped lunch affected me more than I thought. I inhale deeply, trying to breathe in as much of the cold night air from the window, and I release it in a heavy sigh. I haul myself off my armchair and over to the open window, here I get to feel the mid spring chill of the night. The sun has already set from the sky and darkness has fallen across the land. And before me once again is Greypeak, now in its nighttime form. Bright bustling lights shining from various buildings, as if all the stars had fallen right onto the city.

It’s still relatively early in the night, but I already feel like skipping any night routine and collapsing directly into my bed. I have quite the day tomorrow, the new ambassadors from Nubes and Flamma are scheduled to arrive some time in the morning, and then there’ll be that council meeting in the afternoon that should last until the evening. Imagining it all now makes my shoulders feel heavy from just the thought alone, so I decide to worry about it when appropriate. I take one last deep whiff of the cold air, and close the window.

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This has been on my folder for almost a year now

(Bonus:)

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Siblings

(Got around my lack of colouring skills, now I just have to get good at shading.)

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Figured out a way around the fact that I'm shit at colouring I'll make the Red Guy later