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Physalia

(#13892724)

Level 25 Fae

Familiar

Chillwind Harpy

Energy: 0/50

Personal Style

Apparel

Skin

Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

0.65 m

Wingspan

1.12 m

Weight

1.58 kg

Genetics

Aqua
Poison

Mulberry
Shimmer

Steel
Opal

Hatchday

Jun 08, 2015
(8 years)

Breed

Adult
Fae

Eye Type

Arcane
Common

Level 25 Fae

Max Level

STR

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

124

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

none

Offspring

none

Biography

P H Y S A L I A
⤖ arcane mage ⬻
friend | friend

She asks, so they teach her to read the echoes of the future in the susurrations of fish schools, in the currents twitching off course, in the stretch of the sea towards the moon’s touch. They tell her the way the water will seep in through her skin and into her dreams and how to look-not-look at the flashes of iridescence in the skin of a bubble, and when she’s learned all they’ll teach her she asks again: she asks after the shifting of starlight and the lines in her hands, the knotting insides of a fresh kill, stone tiles fashioned from jagged pillar fragments. She asks again, and they laugh at her like she’s a child, and Physalia knows that laugh. She knows what pity looks like in too-bright eyes, knows fear and guilt in turned-away faces, and she knows how to trap her hatred and her revulsion in the base of her neck and twitch her frills into a shape that will get her what she needs. It used to be easier, though. Before.

The first time she’d seen her she was bright and cool like a rainstorm in the middle of the hot, parched land, and Physalia was teetering on the edge of starvation and half convinced she was a hallucination. The second time–after she’d gained some weight and a map off a healer’s worry and some treasure off of an unattended hoard and wanted nothing more than to be done with that miserable molten country, to fly straight back to the border and lose herself in the noise and movement of Cloudsong–the second time she was looking at Physalia with her head cocked and her blue eyes glimmering, and when their eyes locked she winked and said you look like you’re in for a journey, darling, want to find out what your future holds? and Physalia knew, didn’t she, it was the ache of hunger, scraps and castoffs and condescension, but– but–

Now the lilt of her voice has slipped quicksilver-smooth into Physalia’s veins; now the weight of her gaze and all her lovely promises ghost through Physalia’s dreams and she glitters with them brighter than the shine of all the precious coins she’d managed to drop into her seer’s open palms. Now there’s something warm and hard and new inside of her and she waits and she studies and she drowns their laughter in the crackling heat of her seer’s words, echoing in her memory: one day, love, you will rule this place.

art by zweis

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