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Hello! I would like to order a story with the following prompt!
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Roxy and Reggi are siblings, but don't let that fool you- Their personalities and appearances are so different that no dragon would probably have guessed unless they were told. Roxy was calm, logical, and very much aware of his surroundings and those around him, while Reggi... wasn't. His imperial brother was loud and obnoxious, and, though he was never intentionally malicious, he does come uncaring sometimes.
Anyways, their job in their clan was simple; Deliver letters and parcels in and out of the clan. It wasn't as if they had many dragons from outside of the clan writing to the clan, and their clan was relatively small anyways, so it wasn't really
that hard of a job.
Expect Reggi had somehow managed to loose the bag with all their letters in it.
In Starwood Strand.
Roxy wanted to cry.
(I don't have an ending in mind, so feel free to write your own! Also, please let me know the word count expected for this prompt. I'm willing to pay more for extra words, so just let me know! ^^)
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GrinningFox
Hello! I would like to order a lore of 500 words (100 levels) with the following prompt!
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Mei never really knew what to do with her son. It was not as if she had neglected to take care of her hatchling while he was growing up; She would bring him food whenever he cried, made blankets to keep him warm when it was cold at night. Mei had made sure that her child had everything he needed to grow up healthy and safe... But that really was it.
Sometimes, Mei really didn't know just what her child, Moony, was thinking. That would then transpire into an internal discussion with her coming to the realization that she never really know what it was that her child was thinking. Sure, she had provided and taken care of her hatchling when he needed it, but it never occurred to her that she could have done... more.
But Moony had already grown from a hatchling to a respectable dragon in their clan when she had realized this. Her boy had grown up too fast before she could have realized her absence in his upbringing.
Mei tired to make amends- She really did. She attempted to teach her child everything she knew; Show him the song's she's written, taught him the arts of literature, even her knowledge with moths and butterflies- But Moon was too good a son. He would merely nod and offer small comments as his mother explained everything she knew to him, but would say not more than what was considered courtesy.
What Mei wouldn't give just to know what her child was thinking.
