Bailey
(#19052307)
Perhaps they are not stars | she/her
Smeen
Golden Kitsune
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Light.
Female Skydancer
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
4.09 m
Wingspan
5.22 m
Weight
521.25 kg
Genetics
Gold
Ripple
Ripple
Coal
Current
Current
Maize
Underbelly
Underbelly
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Skydancer
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
4
AGI
5
DEF
4
QCK
9
INT
9
VIT
4
MND
9
Biography
 B A I L E Y♫
THE SHEPHERD
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IN MEMORY OF BAILEY JANUARY 20, 2019 . . . ╰━━━━━━━━╯
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R E L A T I O N S  FRIEND  PUPIL ╰━━━━━━━━╯ |
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"Nothing I cared, in the lamb white days, that time would take me Up to the swallow thronged loft by the shadow of my hand, In the moon that is always rising, Nor that riding to sleep I should hear him fly with the high fields And wake to the farm forever fled from the childless land. Oh as I was young and easy in the mercy of his means, Time held me green and dying Though I sang in my chains like the sea. " - Fern Hill by Dylan Thomas ╰━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━╯ When I was a child, the Garden was home. I remember climbing up amidst the apple boughs and looking out across the yard without a care in the world. I gripped the bark as ants ran over my fingers and leaves rustled overhead in a gentle breeze. A tangle of brambles scraped against my skin as I pulled blackberries from their vines with a smile before sitting to weave crowns out of flowers and leaves. I ran through the grasses laughing as birdsong filled my ears and the tart flavor of sour grass lingered on my tongue. The land was bathed in sunlight and the scent of ripened fruit hung heavy in the air. I remember growing curious. I looked upon the world and wondered how and why it came to be. I crouched in the shadow of the apple tree and peered through the lens of a magnifying glass at creatures crawling on the ground below. I brought books into the garden, lost in thought as I read about the world. I wanted to understand. I wanted to know. I still do. I don't remember when I lost the key, but the garden gates have been locked for many years. Come to think of it, I don't recall ever passing through a gate when I was a child. Now it stands tall and unyielding, its wrought iron bars reaching upwards and blocking out the sun. I tried returning a few times, but the gate never opened and my visits eventually dwindled before ceasing all together. After that, I ended up in classrooms, staring at projector screens and frantically jotting down notes as my instructors spoke. I learned about pollination and the growth of plants. About the organization of ant colonies and the pheromone trails guiding them back towards their food. I remember thinking back to all the scrapes left on my arms by blackberry thorns as I memorized the stages of hemostasis and wound repair. Thank God that none of those cuts became infected. I couldn’t escape my worries. About grades and about the future. Each year there were more things to consider. Rent, taxes, relationships, exams. I felt the waves of anxiety wash over me and tears came to my eyes. The voices in the back of my mind were always growing louder. What if I wasn't smart enough? What if I failed? What if . . . I remember feeling overwhelmed when I first met Bailey. I knew by that time that all things come to an end and there was a part of me that told myself I was a fool for falling in love. The more time we spent together, the less any of that seemed to matter. I laughed and smiled. How long had it been since I felt this way? I was still afraid from time to time, but there was a quiet voice in the back of my mind. "It'll be worth it. It will be okay". Bailey always wanted to go outside. I saw her plucking blackberries from the vines and shaking black ants from her legs as she wandered about. I smiled as I watched her before glancing back down at the book in my hands. I often joined her outside, reading under the sun and looking up periodically to observe as she ran through the grasses accompanied by the sound of birdsong. I never found the key to the Garden's gates, but somehow, I found myself back amongst the apple boughs, ants running over the book cradled in my arms and Bailey sitting by my side. I smiled as I wove a crown of flowers and leaves to place over her head and looked up to see a rainbow arching across the sky. Refracted light in the rain. Science offers one explanation, but before that, we believed it was a bridge to another world. I can see it as both.
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