Creative Corner

[center][font=times new roman][color=#4c4c4c][size=5]. I N T R O D U C T I O N .[/size] [img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/1706cefb9519457fe3cf137ecd78a5e8/tumblr_inline_nrcmanGv5V1t78dpp_500.gif[/img] [columns] [nextcol] [nextcol] [nextcol] [nextcol] [nextcol] [font=times new roman][color=#4c4c4c][size=4][b]the Dilemma:[/b] i write a bunch of kinda-neat stories for my dragons' bios, but they eventually become outdated as my lair develops. as a result, i'm left with a bunch of vignettes that now don't have anywhere to go, even if they are still relevant to a dragon's character. [b]the Solution:[/b] put 'em all here!! in (more or less) chronological order!! then i can link them from a dragon's bio for easy access! so, here they are--old and new, for my personal reference. [b]a quick rundown of the organization:[/b] as stated before, this is in mostly chronological order. "reserved" posts are stories i have on my to-do list but haven't quite gotten to yet. i'd like to incorporate some kind of timeline eventually, but (like most things) i haven't gotten around to it yet. [center][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/21cd3c6ce71976119579f1115718a191/tumblr_inline_n7823sjR2O1reem51.gif[/img] [font=times new roman]→ [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2010721#post_23260476][color=#5f8db7]index[/url] ← [nextcol] [nextcol] [nextcol] [nextcol] [nextcol] [/columns]

[center][font=times new roman][size=5][color=#4c4c4c]. C A S T .[/size] [img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/1706cefb9519457fe3cf137ecd78a5e8/tumblr_inline_nrcmanGv5V1t78dpp_500.gif[/img] [font=times new roman][color=#4c4c4c] → R O Y A L T Y ← [columns] [color=transparent]________________[/color] [nextcol] [nextcol] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=21657808][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/216579/21657808.png[/img] [center][font=times new roman][color=#4c4c4c] Chamomile, [i]matriarch priestess [nextcol] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=15120734][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/151208/15120734.png[/img][/url] [center][font=times new roman][color=#4c4c4c] Caieta, [i]founder enchantress [nextcol] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=19898891][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/198989/19898891.png[/img] [center][font=times new roman][color=#4c4c4c] Velveteen, [i]prince wanderer [/url] [/columns][font=times new roman][color=#4c4c4c] → G O V E R N M E N T ← [columns] [color=transparent]_________________________[/color] [nextcol] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=22495285][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/224953/22495285.png[/img][/url] [center][font=times new roman][color=#4c4c4c]Viridian, [i]coordinator [nextcol] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=24450887][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/244509/24450887.png[/img][/url] [center][font=times new roman][color=#4c4c4c] Lotus, [i]treasurer [/columns][font=times new roman][color=#4c4c4c] → A C A D E M I A ← [columns][color=transparent]__________[/color][center] [nextcol] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=22960625][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/229607/22960625.png[/img][/url] [center][font=times new roman][color=#4c4c4c]Mysia, [i]potioneer [nextcol] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=24872379] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/248724/24872379.png[/img][/url] [center][font=times new roman][color=#4c4c4c] Basil, [i]historian [nextcol] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=26765210][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/267653/26765210.png[/img][/url] [center][font=times new roman][color=#4c4c4c] Miaoyu, [i]cursebreaker [nextcol] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=18291454][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/182915/18291454.png[/img][/url] [center][font=times new roman][color=#4c4c4c] Iris, [i]apprentice [/columns][font=times new roman][color=#4c4c4c] → M I L I T A R Y ← [columns] [nextcol] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=9258539][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/92586/9258539.png[/img][/url] [center][font=times new roman][color=#4c4c4c]Sage, [i]general [nextcol] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=7487617][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/74877/7487617.png[/img][/url] [center][font=times new roman][color=#4c4c4c]Callan, [i]deputy commander [nextcol] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=26393143][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/263932/26393143.png[/img][/url] [center][font=times new roman][color=#4c4c4c]Elder, [i]assassin [nextcol] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=19617973][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/196180/19617973.png[/img][/url] [center][font=times new roman][color=#4c4c4c] Marseille, [i]mêlée specialist [nextcol] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=19118696][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/191187/19118696.png[/img][/url] [center][font=times new roman][color=#4c4c4c] Versailles, [i]recon specialist [/columns] [center] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=23851202][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/238513/23851202.png[/img][/url] [center][font=times new roman][color=#4c4c4c][size=2]Caudalie, [i]spy[/i][/size] [font=times new roman][color=#4c4c4c] → M I S C E L L A N E O U S ← [columns] [color=transparent]_________[/color] [nextcol] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=15108084][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/151081/15108084.png[/img][/url] [center][font=times new roman][color=#4c4c4c]Tea, [i]nurse [nextcol] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=26245784][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/262458/26245784.png[/img][/url] [center][font=times new roman][color=#4c4c4c] Camellia, [i]the usurper [nextcol] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=19760079][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/197601/19760079.png[/img][/url] [center][font=times new roman][color=#4c4c4c] Vienna, [i]stylist [/url] [nextcol] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=15120735][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/151208/15120735.png[/img][/url] [center][font=times new roman][color=#4c4c4c] Aeneas, [i]the unexalted [/columns] [font=times new roman][color=#4c4c4c]

[center][font=times new roman][size=5][color=#4c4c4c]. L O C A T I O N S . [img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/1706cefb9519457fe3cf137ecd78a5e8/tumblr_inline_nrcmanGv5V1t78dpp_500.gif[/img] [columns] [nextcol] [nextcol] [nextcol] [nextcol][font=times new roman][color=#4c4c4c] [color=transparent]__[/color]P R E S E N T [img]http://www1.flightrising.com/static/map/icons/light_1.png[/img] [nextcol] [nextcol] [nextcol] [nextcol] [font=times new roman][color=#4c4c4c] [i]The Warren, Mirrorlight Promenade[/i] [img]http://orig13.deviantart.net/86dc/f/2015/147/d/1/fr__light_by_baelfin-d8uyn70.png[/img] A large, labyrinthine fortress of a castle. It sits just north of the Mirrorlight Promenade, at the edge of the vast forest that borders the ruins. The lair perches almost precariously atop a craggy cliff face that dips into the Sunbeam-Viridian channel, and the ever-present wind that blows in from the sea carries the scent of salt and sun. It's rumored that the Warren was once stolen from an ancient, long-forgotten clan by a roving army of mercenaries. After disbanding, they left the castle to fall into disrepair. [/columns] [columns] [nextcol] [nextcol] [nextcol] [nextcol][font=times new roman][color=#4c4c4c] [color=transparent]__[/color]P A S T [img]http://www1.flightrising.com/static/map/icons/ice_2.png[/img] [nextcol] [nextcol] [nextcol] [nextcol] [font=times new roman][color=#4c4c4c] [i]The Hollow Haunt, Cloudscrape Crags[/i] [img]http://orig06.deviantart.net/958f/f/2015/129/4/8/fr__tiny_pixel_ice_icon_by_baelfin-d8stgz4.png[/img] A cavern system located deep within the heart of the Southern Icefields. The walls of the caverns are completely encased in a thick layer of ice, and the harsh winds of the Icewarden’s realm whistle loudly through the long, jagged entryway. Despite the frost, an eerie warmth emanates from deep within the caverns’ structure, beckoning unfortunate travelers inward. You’ve heard tales of the [i]creatures[/i] that reside within the Hollow Haunt—perhaps it would be best to keep your distance. [/columns]

[center][font=times new roman][size=5][color=#4c4c4c]. I N D E X .[/size] [img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/1706cefb9519457fe3cf137ecd78a5e8/tumblr_inline_nrcmanGv5V1t78dpp_500.gif[/img] [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2010721/1#post_23260557][color=#5f8db7]1[/url]. the rebuff [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2010721/1#post_23260654][color=#5f8db7]2[/url]. an arrival [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2010721/1#post_23260701][color=#5f8db7]3[/url]. a lesson in form [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2010721/1#post_23260758][color=#5f8db7]4[/url]. afternoon snack [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2010721/2#post_23667619][color=#5f8db7]5[/url]. the coronation [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2010721/2#post_23668073][color=#5f8db7]6[/url]. the return [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2010721/2#post_24014400][color=#5f8db7]7[/url]. progenitors [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2010721/2#post_24014153][color=#5f8db7]8[/url]. midnight botany [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2010721/2#post_24186835][color=#5f8db7]9[/url]. mirror, mirror [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2010721/2#post_24224363][color=#5f8db7]10[/url]. awakening [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2010721/2#post_24224859][color=#5f8db7]11[/url]. chamomile alone

[center][font=times new roman][color=#4c4c4c][size=5]the rebuff[/size] [img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/1706cefb9519457fe3cf137ecd78a5e8/tumblr_inline_nrcmanGv5V1t78dpp_500.gif[/img] [center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=9258539][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/92586/9258539.png[/img][/url][/center] [left][font=times new roman][color=#4c4c4c]Once, when Sage was still green as a warrior, she’d made the mistake of confessing her feelings to Caieta. She’d been young, still drunk on Romantic tales of brave knights and beautiful princesses, and, consequently, she wanted to play her part and melt the proverbial Ice Queen’s heart. Caieta had been younger too, but in all of Sage’s time with her, she has yet to see any signs of aging in the de facto matriarch’s lovely face--except for, perhaps, a slight hollowness to her cheeks that hadn’t quite been there before. Her declaration had been an absolute catastrophe as well; she had hastily stumbled through a poorly worded vow of complete devotion after a routine mission briefing, blushing and avoiding direct eye contact all the while. Caieta had looked up from the letter she was penning, face still locked in its permanent expression of polite disdain. Tone as neutral as ever, she had said: “I advise you to forget these feelings. You will not find what you seek should you pursue them.” After stammering a hasty “yes, my lady,” she’d fled the scene, equal parts mortified and devastated. Caieta, in her mercy--or, more likely, her disinterest--hadn’t brought it up again afterward. Sage, too, was content to pretend it never happened. Caieta had shattered her heart under the weight of her airy rejection that day, but, try as she might, Sage hadn’t been able to quell her feelings for her. Instead, Sage’s love for Caieta seemed to steadily grow, even as the stars in her eyes faded as she lost her teenage naiveté. She was reminded of just how bad she had it whenever the matriarch would clinically sweep a glowing hand over her injuries while on the battlefield; she was reminded when she would see the corner of Caieta’s mouth quirk up in a self-satisfied smirk whenever she was particularly pleased with herself; she was even reminded when she would unceremoniously usher her out of her solar when she needed to think. Sage has learned her lesson, though. She won’t ever admit her persisting feelings to Caieta, even if they never fade. Instead, she half-heartedly clings to the hope that one day, when Caieta has had her fill of scheming, they will somehow be together. She knows that it’s highly unlikely to ever happen, but she takes comfort in it nonetheless.

[center][font=times new roman][color=#4c4c4c][size=5]reserved: Tea[/size] [img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/1706cefb9519457fe3cf137ecd78a5e8/tumblr_inline_nrcmanGv5V1t78dpp_500.gif[/img] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=15108084][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/151081/15108084.png[/img][/url] [font=times new roman][color=#4c4c4c]a short piece about Tea's relationship with Chamomile and Velveteen, and why she hates Caieta so much

[center][font=times new roman][color=#4c4c4c][size=5]an arrival[/size] [img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/1706cefb9519457fe3cf137ecd78a5e8/tumblr_inline_nrcmanGv5V1t78dpp_500.gif[/img] [center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=22495285][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/224953/22495285.png[/img][/url][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=15120734][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/151208/15120734.png[/img][/url][/center] [left][font=times new roman][color=#4c4c4c]Caieta’s desk was a mahogany monstrosity. It was larger than it had any right to be, and covered end-to-end in meticulously organized stacks of paper. One couldn't move without without fear of accidentally disturbing something vitally important. Viridian sat across from her, wolf cape slung about her shoulders, eyes respectfully trained on Caieta as she spoke. “I’ll need you to inform Sage that a new warrior is arriving tomorrow evening, and that she’ll need to see her outfitted with proper supplies and weaponry,” Caieta continued in her briefing, clawed hands folded neatly in front of her. Viridian suppressed a noise of surprise; that would be the third one this month. “Yes, my lady. I’ll alert her that she has another soldier on her hands--and I must say, there certainly has been an influx of combat types,” Viridian said carefully. No matter how much time Viridian spent sitting across from Caieta at her yacht of a desk, she never became any less uncomfortable in her presence. It wasn’t even that the matriarch was cruel or even unpleasant; Caieta, though reserved, never faltered in making small talk. No, Caieta just had a way of instantly and callously assessing a dragon’s worth that put Viridian on edge--she was both terrified of disappointing her and ashamed of herself for putting so much stock into Caieta’s opinion of her. Caieta spared her a rare smile at her question. “Excellently spotted, Viridian. Yes, I’ve begun recruiting more warriors for the clan. We’ve been growing rather rapidly in the past couple months, and we’ve begun to attract more attention because of it. I think you’ll agree when I say it’s better to have an adequate line of defense in case we attract the wrong kind of attention. We have more to protect now, after all,” she explained. Viridian relaxed, tension easing from her shoulders as she processed the information. “Oh. Yes, I suppose that having a small, informal army would prove to be beneficial. I was simply worried that there had been a sudden threat to our safety.” “No, I assure you, that’s not the case,” Caieta said. From a stack of files on her left, she retrieved a folder marked ‘CAUDALIE’ and handed it to Viridian. “And either way, we’ll soon be safer than ever before. This is the new arrival’s file for Sage. Tell her I expect regular updates on her status.” “Of course, my lady,” Viridian said, tucking the folder away for safekeeping. “Oh, and Viridian?” Caieta asked as Viridian stood and turned to leave.Viridian paused and faced her again. “Don’t worry about those kinds of things. I’ll deal with them. Please just focus on the wellbeing of the clan.” Viridian inclined her head in answer. She seldom contested Caieta’s judgment, but she was also aware that Caieta tended to keep her in the dark when it came to matters of actual importance. She couldn’t shake the feeling that this was one of those times. She curtsied low before heading off to Sage’s den to relay Caieta’s orders.

[center][font=times new roman][color=#4c4c4c][size=5]a lesson in form[/size] [img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/1706cefb9519457fe3cf137ecd78a5e8/tumblr_inline_nrcmanGv5V1t78dpp_500.gif[/img] [center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=15120734][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/151208/15120734.png[/img][/url][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=21657808][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/216579/21657808.png[/img][/url] [/center] [left][font=times new roman][color=#4c4c4c]Chamomile sat, eyes closed and legs crossed with her hands rested palm-up on her knees, on the meditation dais in the clan greenhouse. Caieta was seated directly across from her in the same position, though her own eyes were open and sharply trained on Chamomile. Her voice, calm and steady, echoed softly in the greenhouse’s still, humid air. “Feel the energy in the space around you and in your own core,” Caieta intoned. “When you are ready, slowly gather it at the front of your head, where your gem meets your antennae.” Though the greenhouse was enclosed, a soft breeze picked up around them, circling the meditation dais with the quiet rustle of Wind magic. “Good,” Caieta acknowledged. “Just like that. Now, slowly channel the energy at your gem down your arms and to your open palms, focusing it on the very surface of your skin.” The wind around them picked up, growing stronger and stronger until they were surrounded by a gale of rushing air and debris from the greenhouse. Caieta, quick to sense her daughter’s sudden loss of control, anticipated what happened next before it came to pass. Chamomile had lost her hold on her magic, and it was trying explosively to escape her body through any means necessary. It burned through her open palms in a flash of bright green light, blistering her skin and disrupting her connection to her core. Chamomile’s eyes flew open in panic, and, all at once, the wind died, as if it had never picked up in the first place. “Ouch,” Chamomile breathed, experimentally opening and closing her singed hands. Caieta sighed, sweeping her own palms, glowing white with her Ice magic, over her daughter’s. When she removed them, Chamomile’s skin was smooth and unblemished once more. “Mother…” Chamomile began hesitantly. “We’ve been trying different methods to center my elemental energy for weeks now. Perhaps… Perhaps I simply wasn’t meant to do this.” “Nonsense,” dismissed Caieta, still inspecting Chamomile’s hands for any sign of injury. “You’re perfectly capable of mastering this.” “I’m clearly not!” exclaimed Chamomile, extracting her hands from her mother’s grip. Caieta thoughtfully regarded Chamomile for a moment. She was a quiet child, with a healthy amount of respect for her mother that bordered on blind adoration. She seldom had outbursts, but when she did, they were a product of frustration, not anger. For that reason, she decided not to remark on her loss of temper. “You’re only having trouble with this because your fae instincts are at war with your skydancer ones,” Caieta explained. “But I’ve been a skydancer for much longer than I was a fae,” argued Chamomile. “Still, you are bound by the instincts of your birth breed. While fae absorb elemental energy from the atmosphere to channel into magic, skydancers use elemental energy from within and manifest it outwardly as magic. You have yet to learn to balance these two abilities,” Caieta said. She hesitated for a moment, debating whether or not to reveal the next tidbit of information. Deciding that it was probably time that Chamomile knew, she continued. “I was the same, after I changed from fae to skydancer. It is difficult to reconcile the two, yes, but it will make you a very powerful sorceress one day.” “You were born a fae?” Chamomile asked, eyes wide. “You’ve never told me this.” Caieta smirked, a rare display of outward emotion. “You never asked.” “I’m asking now.” Chamomile’s boldness gave Caieta pause once again, though she recovered quickly. Indeed, perhaps it was time her daughter knew who her mother was. “Very well,” agreed Caieta, stretching her wings for a moment before letting them settle back at her sides once more. “I was a fae at first, yes, though I was never ‘born’ or ‘hatched’. My mate, at the time, and I were full-grown from moment we came into existence on the far reaches of the Frigid Floes. “We lived in the Floes for a time, gradually traveling inland toward the Snowsquall Tundra. Eventually, I had two hatchlings by my mate, a tundra named Sycora and a fae named Nyissas. In our piety, we decided, as a family, to venture to the Fortress of the Ends as exalts to permanently serve the Icewarden. “On our journey, we happened upon the Hollow Haunt, though no clan called it home at the time. Rather, it was a temporary shelter used by exalts such as ourselves. It was much cruder than it is today--the tunnels weren’t nearly as developed as they are now, and there were only half as many caves. “On our night there, I dreamed a peculiar dream. I saw the Hollow Haunt, but not as it was then; I saw it as a home for many dragons, as a base for magical and scientific advancement in the Icewarden’s name. And that wasn’t all I saw; I saw a leader, a skydancer with my exact colorings, at the center of it all. “When I awoke, I was a fae no more. During the night, I had somehow transformed into the skydancer from my dream. I took it to be a message from the Icewarden himself, that he was telling me my purpose was best served from the Hollow Haunt. My mate and my children continued in their exaltation, but I remained behind. And I have worked toward fulfilling the Icewarden’s vision to this day.” Dumbfounded, Chamomile opened her mouth only to close it again. She repeated the motion several times before finally finding her voice. “You--You had a mate? And children? But why--” “Enough,” Caieta said firmly, quelling her barrage of questions. “We’ve lingered on this topic for long enough. Back to your studies, Chamomile.” Reluctantly, Chamomile agreed, settling back into her initial cross-legged meditation position, palms held open on her knees once more. “Feel the energy in the space around you and in your own core,” repeated Caieta. “When you are ready, slowly gather it at the front of your head, where your gem meets your antennae.” Chamomile exhaled. The wind had risen again, gusting steadily around mother and daughter.

[center][font=times new roman][color=#4c4c4c][size=5]afternoon snack[/size] [img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/1706cefb9519457fe3cf137ecd78a5e8/tumblr_inline_nrcmanGv5V1t78dpp_500.gif[/img] [center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=18291454][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/182915/18291454.png[/img][/url][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=22960625][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/229607/22960625.png[/img][/url] [/center] [left][font=times new roman][color=#4c4c4c] “You can come in, you know,” a voice intoned. “I’d prefer it if you made yourself known next time, though.” Startled, Iris flitted bashfully inward, mortified at being caught lurking. She didn’t mean to loiter outside the den for so long, but there was something vaguely sinister about the doorway that made her hesitant to enter. She was still hesitant to enter, but, she reasoned, there was no point in waiting any longer now that she’d been discovered. The interior of the den was much warmer and much smaller than Iris expected it to be. The walls were lined with rows upon rows of shelving, all of them overflowing with various jars of crushed powders and vials of strange liquids. There was a sparse nest in the corner that looked like it didn’t see much use, and the lair was warmly illuminated by several floating orbs of light. A large, cast-iron cauldron atop a blue flame dominated the majority of the space, and the concoction within filled the den with a strong herbal scent. An obsidian skydancer stood over the pot, her multicolored wings still vibrant despite the low light. With one clawed hand, she stirred her pot with what seemed to be a long wooden spoon. With the other, she dropped a few dried leaves into the liquid below. When her eyes finally lifted from her cauldron to land on Iris, her calm expression changed to one of mild surprise. “Oh,” the skydancer said. “We don’t get that many hatchlings around here. I thought you were my sister. Did you need something?” “Your sister?” Iris asked before she could stop herself. “Yes, my sister. Viridian. You’ve probably seen her around,” she answered. Now that she mentioned it, she did hold a striking resemblance to the matriarch's right hand. Which could only mean-- “You’re the village witch!” Iris exclaimed, immediately regretting her outburst. Oh, Icewarden, she hoped she hadn’t offended her. To Iris’s surprise, the witch’s face broke into a wide grin. “Is that what they’re calling me now?” she snickered. “Well, I suppose they’re not wrong. But still, you never answered my question. Did you need something, hatchling?” “My name is Iris. And yes, Tea sent me to ask you to brew some more warming potion for her. She says her supply is running low.” This didn’t seem to be news to the witch. “Yes, I think Juniper mentioned something like that yesterday. You can tell Tea I’ll have her supply restocked by nightfall.” Iris nodded, satisfied. “Thank you, Village Witch.” "Mysia,” the witch said, fighting the urge to laugh at the serious-faced hatchling. “Thank you, Mysia,” Iris corrected. Iris turned to leave, but before she could bring herself to, her curiosity got the better of her. “What are you brewing now, Mysia?” “Lunch. Would you like some?” she offered, lifting the spoon to her mouth to take a thoughtful taste. “Yes, please."

[center][font=times new roman][color=#4c4c4c][size=5]reserved: Viridian[/size] [img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/1706cefb9519457fe3cf137ecd78a5e8/tumblr_inline_nrcmanGv5V1t78dpp_500.gif[/img] [center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=22495285][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/224953/22495285.png[/img][/url][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=22960625][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/229607/22960625.png[/img][/url] [font=times new roman][color=#4c4c4c]something bw Viridian and Mysia, maybe? Mysia being like "don't let caieta bully you so much" and viridian being like "no u don't get it she's SCARY"