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[color=#352B25]It was her parents who taught her how to fold paper cranes. “Your wish will come true once you’ve folded a thousand!” they said. But Velveteen wanted so many things, so every time she folded a single crane, a wish of hers took flight.
[i]She folded a crane[/i] the day she started work at the shop. Humble purveyors of paper, her parents were, and the shelves were neatly stacked with parchment and writing supplies. She set the crane by her elbow and turned expectantly towards the door.
[i]She folded a crane[/i] when unseasonal rains came, and the days turned sluggish and slow. She was a Fire-born dragon; she needed excitement in her life. She needed something more....
[i]She folded a crane[/i], or was in the middle of doing so, the day the shop bell rang. And another young dragon, a [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/51028462]Skydancer[/url] like herself, stepped in out of the rain.
He looked around shyly, spoke in a soft and gentle voice. “Excuse me,” he began, “I’d like to buy some paper...”
“Of course, what kind would you like?” Velveteen asked as she glided out from behind the counter. The rest of the afternoon passed speedily, in smiles and chatter and laughter, and the young drake left the shop with his purchases in his arms. Velveteen watched him go, and she turned, saw the half-finished crane waiting for her on the counter.
[i]“Your wish will come true!”[/i] her parents had told her. [i]“Fold a crane, and your wish will come true....”[/i]
She finished folding it as the lamps burned low, and again, she made a wish.[/color]
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[color=#352B25]His name was Driscoll, and he and his clan were newly arrived from the Plaguelands. They had a small lair outside the town, and mostly they kept to themselves.
But not Driscoll. He was as taken with Velveteen as she was with him, and he visited the shop every week. “You should meet my parents!” she said, and though he was shy and hesitant, he agreed. Her parents were eager to meet him as well, and that night, she made a wish....
Driscoll came into the shop the next day. Velveteen’s father was working behind the counter, and she saw his genial smile quickly fade, replaced by a closed and set expression. Something was wrong; she didn’t know what—
“He’s busy,” she told Driscoll. “I’m sorry, but you’ll have to leave.” This he did, and later that night, Velveteen spoke with her parents.
“We’ve heard disturbing rumors about their clan,” they admitted, their eyes dark with regret. “They’re said to be in league with the Shade.”
“But you don’t know that! You can’t be sure...” Velveteen trailed off as her parents sadly shook their heads. She saw on their faces the same look she’d seen on Driscoll’s, the sad resignation when she’d led him out the door.
“It’s true,” he whispered some days later, when she asked him for the truth. He pulled back one of his sleeves, showed the symbols scored into his scales. “I didn’t understand what they were doing....They claimed it would make me strong. By the time I realized the truth, it was too late. The Shade’s dug itself deep into them; they’ll never be rid of it...!”
Velveteen felt how scared he was, a chill that no fire could ever extinguish. But stubbornly, she said, “If you reject the Shade, it won’t have any hold over you!”
“I don’t know. That’s what others said, but even so, they...”
The fear in his voice was bad enough—but it still didn’t shake her as much as the silence did, the foreboding uncertainty as he let his voice trail away.
That night, secure in her loft, Velveteen worked to fold a paper crane. The wish was there, but it was so hard to get things right; the paper lay limp and crumpled in her claws. Half-finished, unready for flight...
“Run away with me,” she whispered to Driscoll, some nights later. They were on a hilltop, looking down at the town; lamps and lanterns sparkled like a sea of stars.
He was uncertain, fearful. But he felt the strength in her spirit, and he drew on that. Resolution turned to determination, and he smiled back and nodded.
Velveteen returned home one final time. The half-finished sculpture was still where she’d left it; somehow, they always were. And as she always did, she completed this crane, set it atop the windowsill with its beak pointed towards the dawn.
And she gathered up what she could carry and left to start a new life with her lover.
Her parents came into the loft the next day, wondering why she hadn’t shown up for breakfast. They wanted to ignore the truth in their hearts, and so they searched the empty room.
They found nothing that would help them—only a single, solitary paper crane, accidentally crushed underfoot in their futile search for clues.[/color]
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[color=#352B25]The lovers took the first ship out of the harbor. It bore them north to the Sunbeam Ruins, and when Velveteen saw the coast of their new home, she made another wish....
“I will be strong,” Driscoll promised, “for you...and our family.”
They found a clan, had children together. And indeed, for a time, they were happy. Velveteen thought of all her paper cranes, soaring with her wishes into the stars...
But no matter how valiantly they might have flown, there were many forces arrayed against them. Darkness did not loom on the horizon—more insidiously, it bloomed inside their home.
“I can’t control it,” Driscoll gasped one night, as more marks appeared upon his skin. Esoteric symbols, ones even he hadn’t seen before—and they pulsed with such intense darkness, it hurt to gaze upon them.
His claws flexed convulsively, and the talons seemed to lengthen as Velveteen watched. She was glad, deeply relieved, that their children had gone to bed. Driscoll obviously shared her sentiments; fear flowed from him in waves. “You should go. I don’t think...I can suppress it...”
“It will be all right,” Velveteen protested, and she took some bandages, wrapped her mate’s limbs. She folded her wings around him, murmuring soothingly into his ear until he slumped in exhausted slumber.
But the darkness would not be denied. It grew slowly in strength—
“Run away from me. Take our children and run...!”
—so damnably slowly. Slow enough that she didn’t recognize how dangerous it was...and by then she was too enthralled to flee.
“‘Run away with me,’” he hissed to her, his voice now devoid of warmth, nothing but bitterness and mockery. Any love he’d once had for her had been strangled by the accursed Shade long ago; there was nothing within him now but hate. His red eyes burned with it; she was frozen beneath the power of that awful stare.
“You promised it would be all right. You promised to save me! ‘Run away with me’, you said....Well, why don’t you run [i]now[/i]?”
Her mind was fraying, fraying....So many things had gone wrong. All she could do was hope and wish, but she didn’t even have any paper cranes to fold. Her claws wrung weakly round empty air.
“N-no...” she protested feebly. She struggled to cling to the one thing she still had: “Our f-family...”
“Yes, that’s right—a family. Let’s stay together. Families should stay together—shouldn’t they?” The chuckle that snaked out of him, oily and mocking, made her stomach heave.
Some of their children had already left home, but they still had small hatchlings. Why...why did they even still have hatchlings? He had already hurt her before, trapped in the throes of that unholy rage. It was a vile spell—
And it would not break before their family did.
[i]“I should run,”[/i] Velveteen told herself, and the realization shattered a vise she hadn’t known was wrapped around her soul. Squeezing the strength, the fortitude, that she had once had—
Perhaps she still had it. And if she’d lost it, she would find it again.
This she did the next morning, when Driscoll was locked in his den, away from the brilliant sun. She gathered up their still-sleeping children and flew with them into the dawn. The Beacon of the Radiant Eye shone on the horizon, and there she went, instinctively seeking protection in the light.
The exalts who heard her story were sympathetic to her plight. The Shade had torn apart clans before; the destruction of a family was no less tragic. “We will make it quick,” they promised her—before taking wing, to extinguish the dragon who had once been Velveteen’s lover and friend.
They’d made their promise wholeheartedly and would have upheld it if they could, but the Shade inside Driscoll would not be quietly destroyed. Velveteen felt the earth tremble, saw the great column of light that shot into the heavens, striated with a familiar darkness—so dark it hurt the eyes. She remembered the same darkness tracing across her mate’s skin, tearing him apart both outside and within....
He had never really been there these past few years; she had loved only a memory. She folded her wings around herself, and it was to the sounds of her anguished sobs, her fiery heart breaking, that her children woke up at last.[/color]
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[color=#352B25][i]“Make a wish. Fold a paper crane, and you’ll get a wish...”[/i]
The words were still there. But even they were scraps of themselves, not even what they originally had been. Velveteen struggled to fold the paper just right, to conjure that image of a crane poised for flight...
[i]“Make a wish. Just make a wish...”[/i]
But wishes could wait. They had to. She still had children to care for, a home to find. She set the half-finished wish on a shelf, metaphorically speaking, and turned to the work at hand.
There were dragons willing to help her, clans in need of gatherers or childminders, or shopkeepers, as she once had been. They treated her well, helped her raise her family...but none of them were Driscoll. None of them would ever be Driscoll.
More than anything else, she was haunted by the question: [i]Had Driscoll ever been[/i] himself? Her older children were long gone; the youngest ones barely remembered him. Sometimes they asked what he was like.
“Your father was kind,” she answered. [i]“At first,”[/i] another voice taunted her, one filled with bitterness and hate.
But she clung to what she remembered; surely that had been real....
“He loved you very much, but he just...could not stay.”
[i]A beam of light piercing the heavens, and darkness at its core—[/i]
“You were too young to remember. He loved us all, I’m sure of it. You must remember this. You must believe me...”
Because if her own children could not believe her, how could she believe herself?
Velveteen’s memories were not the only ones that endured, however. Her children did recall more than she’d hoped they would, and there were other dragons who remembered that day. By the time the children were grown, more details had come to light. It was hard to say what compelled most of them to leave: fear that their father might’ve passed the Shade on to them, perhaps; or doubt in their mother’s sanity. Or perhaps, as Velveteen herself had done so long ago, they simply decided it was time to start a life elsewhere.
Over time, they left. Velveteen became accustomed to doing most of her work alone. When her work was done, she would retire to her den. She was supposed to look over the day’s profits, but at times her mind would wander, and she would find herself with a half-folded sculpture in her paws...
“Mother, what are you doing?”
Velveteen looked towards the doorway with a warm, dreamy smile. There stood her daughter, the only child who’d stayed behind. Now grown, and showing signs of becoming as stubborn as Velveteen herself had once been.
“Oh...nothing, [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/62662728]Bastet[/url]. Just a little something to pass the time.”
“All right. I’ll get dinner ready.”
Velveteen murmured her thanks and turned away. Her daughter did eventually leave—but not before seeing the sculpture her mother finished and set delicately upon the windowsill. A single pristine paper crane, poised for a flight into the dawn.[/color]
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She folded a crane the day she started work at the shop. Humble purveyors of paper, her parents were, and the shelves were neatly stacked with parchment and writing supplies. She set the crane by her elbow and turned expectantly towards the door.
She folded a crane when unseasonal rains came, and the days turned sluggish and slow. She was a Fire-born dragon; she needed excitement in her life. She needed something more....
She folded a crane, or was in the middle of doing so, the day the shop bell rang. And another young dragon, a Skydancer like herself, stepped in out of the rain.
He looked around shyly, spoke in a soft and gentle voice. “Excuse me,” he began, “I’d like to buy some paper...”
“Of course, what kind would you like?” Velveteen asked as she glided out from behind the counter. The rest of the afternoon passed speedily, in smiles and chatter and laughter, and the young drake left the shop with his purchases in his arms. Velveteen watched him go, and she turned, saw the half-finished crane waiting for her on the counter.
“Your wish will come true!” her parents had told her. “Fold a crane, and your wish will come true....”
She finished folding it as the lamps burned low, and again, she made a wish.
His name was Driscoll, and he and his clan were newly arrived from the Plaguelands. They had a small lair outside the town, and mostly they kept to themselves.
But not Driscoll. He was as taken with Velveteen as she was with him, and he visited the shop every week. “You should meet my parents!” she said, and though he was shy and hesitant, he agreed. Her parents were eager to meet him as well, and that night, she made a wish....
Driscoll came into the shop the next day. Velveteen’s father was working behind the counter, and she saw his genial smile quickly fade, replaced by a closed and set expression. Something was wrong; she didn’t know what—
“He’s busy,” she told Driscoll. “I’m sorry, but you’ll have to leave.” This he did, and later that night, Velveteen spoke with her parents.
“We’ve heard disturbing rumors about their clan,” they admitted, their eyes dark with regret. “They’re said to be in league with the Shade.”
“But you don’t know that! You can’t be sure...” Velveteen trailed off as her parents sadly shook their heads. She saw on their faces the same look she’d seen on Driscoll’s, the sad resignation when she’d led him out the door.
“It’s true,” he whispered some days later, when she asked him for the truth. He pulled back one of his sleeves, showed the symbols scored into his scales. “I didn’t understand what they were doing....They claimed it would make me strong. By the time I realized the truth, it was too late. The Shade’s dug itself deep into them; they’ll never be rid of it...!”
Velveteen felt how scared he was, a chill that no fire could ever extinguish. But stubbornly, she said, “If you reject the Shade, it won’t have any hold over you!”
“I don’t know. That’s what others said, but even so, they...”
The fear in his voice was bad enough—but it still didn’t shake her as much as the silence did, the foreboding uncertainty as he let his voice trail away.
That night, secure in her loft, Velveteen worked to fold a paper crane. The wish was there, but it was so hard to get things right; the paper lay limp and crumpled in her claws. Half-finished, unready for flight...
“Run away with me,” she whispered to Driscoll, some nights later. They were on a hilltop, looking down at the town; lamps and lanterns sparkled like a sea of stars.
He was uncertain, fearful. But he felt the strength in her spirit, and he drew on that. Resolution turned to determination, and he smiled back and nodded.
Velveteen returned home one final time. The half-finished sculpture was still where she’d left it; somehow, they always were. And as she always did, she completed this crane, set it atop the windowsill with its beak pointed towards the dawn.
And she gathered up what she could carry and left to start a new life with her lover.
Her parents came into the loft the next day, wondering why she hadn’t shown up for breakfast. They wanted to ignore the truth in their hearts, and so they searched the empty room.
They found nothing that would help them—only a single, solitary paper crane, accidentally crushed underfoot in their futile search for clues.
The lovers took the first ship out of the harbor. It bore them north to the Sunbeam Ruins, and when Velveteen saw the coast of their new home, she made another wish....
“I will be strong,” Driscoll promised, “for you...and our family.”
They found a clan, had children together. And indeed, for a time, they were happy. Velveteen thought of all her paper cranes, soaring with her wishes into the stars...
But no matter how valiantly they might have flown, there were many forces arrayed against them. Darkness did not loom on the horizon—more insidiously, it bloomed inside their home.
“I can’t control it,” Driscoll gasped one night, as more marks appeared upon his skin. Esoteric symbols, ones even he hadn’t seen before—and they pulsed with such intense darkness, it hurt to gaze upon them.
His claws flexed convulsively, and the talons seemed to lengthen as Velveteen watched. She was glad, deeply relieved, that their children had gone to bed. Driscoll obviously shared her sentiments; fear flowed from him in waves. “You should go. I don’t think...I can suppress it...”
“It will be all right,” Velveteen protested, and she took some bandages, wrapped her mate’s limbs. She folded her wings around him, murmuring soothingly into his ear until he slumped in exhausted slumber.
But the darkness would not be denied. It grew slowly in strength—
“Run away from me. Take our children and run...!”
—so damnably slowly. Slow enough that she didn’t recognize how dangerous it was...and by then she was too enthralled to flee.
“‘Run away with me,’” he hissed to her, his voice now devoid of warmth, nothing but bitterness and mockery. Any love he’d once had for her had been strangled by the accursed Shade long ago; there was nothing within him now but hate. His red eyes burned with it; she was frozen beneath the power of that awful stare.
“You promised it would be all right. You promised to save me! ‘Run away with me’, you said....Well, why don’t you run now?”
Her mind was fraying, fraying....So many things had gone wrong. All she could do was hope and wish, but she didn’t even have any paper cranes to fold. Her claws wrung weakly round empty air.
“N-no...” she protested feebly. She struggled to cling to the one thing she still had: “Our f-family...”
“Yes, that’s right—a family. Let’s stay together. Families should stay together—shouldn’t they?” The chuckle that snaked out of him, oily and mocking, made her stomach heave.
Some of their children had already left home, but they still had small hatchlings. Why...why did they even still have hatchlings? He had already hurt her before, trapped in the throes of that unholy rage. It was a vile spell—
And it would not break before their family did.
“I should run,” Velveteen told herself, and the realization shattered a vise she hadn’t known was wrapped around her soul. Squeezing the strength, the fortitude, that she had once had—
Perhaps she still had it. And if she’d lost it, she would find it again.
This she did the next morning, when Driscoll was locked in his den, away from the brilliant sun. She gathered up their still-sleeping children and flew with them into the dawn. The Beacon of the Radiant Eye shone on the horizon, and there she went, instinctively seeking protection in the light.
The exalts who heard her story were sympathetic to her plight. The Shade had torn apart clans before; the destruction of a family was no less tragic. “We will make it quick,” they promised her—before taking wing, to extinguish the dragon who had once been Velveteen’s lover and friend.
They’d made their promise wholeheartedly and would have upheld it if they could, but the Shade inside Driscoll would not be quietly destroyed. Velveteen felt the earth tremble, saw the great column of light that shot into the heavens, striated with a familiar darkness—so dark it hurt the eyes. She remembered the same darkness tracing across her mate’s skin, tearing him apart both outside and within....
He had never really been there these past few years; she had loved only a memory. She folded her wings around herself, and it was to the sounds of her anguished sobs, her fiery heart breaking, that her children woke up at last.
“Make a wish. Fold a paper crane, and you’ll get a wish...”
The words were still there. But even they were scraps of themselves, not even what they originally had been. Velveteen struggled to fold the paper just right, to conjure that image of a crane poised for flight...
“Make a wish. Just make a wish...”
But wishes could wait. They had to. She still had children to care for, a home to find. She set the half-finished wish on a shelf, metaphorically speaking, and turned to the work at hand.
There were dragons willing to help her, clans in need of gatherers or childminders, or shopkeepers, as she once had been. They treated her well, helped her raise her family...but none of them were Driscoll. None of them would ever be Driscoll.
More than anything else, she was haunted by the question: Had Driscoll ever been himself? Her older children were long gone; the youngest ones barely remembered him. Sometimes they asked what he was like.
“Your father was kind,” she answered. “At first,” another voice taunted her, one filled with bitterness and hate.
But she clung to what she remembered; surely that had been real....
“He loved you very much, but he just...could not stay.”
A beam of light piercing the heavens, and darkness at its core—
“You were too young to remember. He loved us all, I’m sure of it. You must remember this. You must believe me...”
Because if her own children could not believe her, how could she believe herself?
Velveteen’s memories were not the only ones that endured, however. Her children did recall more than she’d hoped they would, and there were other dragons who remembered that day. By the time the children were grown, more details had come to light. It was hard to say what compelled most of them to leave: fear that their father might’ve passed the Shade on to them, perhaps; or doubt in their mother’s sanity. Or perhaps, as Velveteen herself had done so long ago, they simply decided it was time to start a life elsewhere.
Over time, they left. Velveteen became accustomed to doing most of her work alone. When her work was done, she would retire to her den. She was supposed to look over the day’s profits, but at times her mind would wander, and she would find herself with a half-folded sculpture in her paws...
“Mother, what are you doing?”
Velveteen looked towards the doorway with a warm, dreamy smile. There stood her daughter, the only child who’d stayed behind. Now grown, and showing signs of becoming as stubborn as Velveteen herself had once been.
“Oh...nothing, Bastet. Just a little something to pass the time.”
“All right. I’ll get dinner ready.”
Velveteen murmured her thanks and turned away. Her daughter did eventually leave—but not before seeing the sculpture her mother finished and set delicately upon the windowsill. A single pristine paper crane, poised for a flight into the dawn.
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{Free} bio resources • LF Affiliates female / INTJ / Capricorn / +16 FR time Clan: FAQ | Stats | Lore Thread | Directory | Avatar Wishlists: outfits & genes | general | familiars
Please check the spelling of my name when pinging me: @Disillusionist. Thanks!
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