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Khepri

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Level 10 Ridgeback

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Energy: 48/50

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Length

18.02 m

Wingspan

12.09 m

Weight

5604.47 kg

Genetics

Ivory
Iridescent

Gold
Shimmer

Sunshine
Glimmer

Hatchday

Dec 24, 2015
(8 years)

Breed

Adult
Ridgeback

Eye Type

Ice
Common

Level 10 Ridgeback

EXP: 823 / 27676

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Biography

This mesmerizing art was created by ChesireGata, who kindly let me adopt this boy whom I LOVE! Thank you so much, ChestireGata!

K H E P R I

Soul Mate to Lucent

B I O G R A P H Y

Khepri sat on the bench outside Medea’s inn. It was several hours before sunrise, when she said she would arrive, but he could hardly contain himself. There was something urgent hovering over him, something cloying and cold, but somehow excited all the same. In an effort to distract himself, Khepri took out his notes.

The past year had been spent in correspondence with the fae professor and archaeologist, Lucent. When he first saw her, Khepri had been certain that he would never like her. Disturbing the dead and getting honored for it? Perish the thought! Not to mention her constant sniping at him and his work as a journalist. He rifled through his notes harder.

There was ink on this page.

Khepri wrote with that newfangled invention, the pencil, and abhorred the idea of ink spilling across his meticulously-taken notes. However, Lucent was loath to part with tradition, and her penmanship was delicate and precise, almost magical. Khepri read through the letter again, a faint smile hovering over his lips.

Dear Khepri,
I am undertaking a dig soon at the Hewn City. I hope you will be kind enough to stop by and see the work my colleagues and I are doing. We are hopeful this dig will provide historical context for the creation of emperors, given that it seems to be a medical library.

I am sure your curious nature will get the better of you, and I trust you to be honest enough to learn our perspectives.

Best, Lucent.

She wasn’t writing I love you yet. Khepri shook his head, remembering the dig from months ago.

He had arrived at midday, with the sun burning down on the site, clearing the omnipresent mists enough to see clearly across the dig, everything laid out in neat squares and labeled carefully. The dig manager, the snapper from their first encounter, had directed him to Lucent, who held a paintbrush, giving orders to a group of students wearing name badges.

She turned to him with distrustful eyes. “What do you want?” she asked, that soft monotone as opaque as ever.

“I’m here to interview you and your colleagues,” Khepri reminded her. “You invited me, remember?”

“Oh, of course. This way, Khepri. Don’t step on anyone.” She flitted away ahead of him, barely skimming over the ground. He picked his way over the dig after her, moving slowly. The site was filled with flags and markers, and tables of labeled artefacts stood everywhere. Khepri held his tail up to avoid knocking them over.

The afternoon passed in a blur, and his forepaw cramped from taking so many notes. Everyone had an opinion. Everyone was so knowledgeable; Khepri felt like he was swimming in a vast ocean, trying to take it all in. This was the best part of journalism, learning everything directly from the experts. Again, he was baffled by how many incredible ideas and carefully-documented theories had never made it to the printed page.

“Why don’t you talk about this more?” he asked Lucent, who hovered nearby.

“What do you mean?” she replied. “It’s not that interesting.”

“Oh, you have something more interesting than the doctor’s theories?” Khepri asked, incredulous. Lucent’s fins sprang upright and she started bobbing in the air.

“Do I ever?” The monotone sounded defeated, but she whizzed away. “Come look at these!”

Khepri peered down at the fragments of pottery laid out on the table. “Is… this it?”

“These fragments have an ancient text system on them, one we’ve never seen before! I have a cryptologist coming in from Lightning tomorrow to look at the symbols. This could revolutionize our translations of other texts!” Lucent droned on for several more minutes as Khepri suddenely remembered to take notes. She was ecstatic about these… clay shards?

“You really love your work, don’t you?” he asked.

“Of course I do,” Lucent replied. “Don’t you?”

Khepri sighed, putting his notes away as he let the memory fade. It had only been a month or so after that when she had started signing her letters with I love your work, and eventually I love you. Neither of them had said it in person yet, though Lucent signed her letters with those three words, and Khepri often allowed himself to wax poetic as he wrote them back to her.

They had met briefly, as Khepri was on his way to a different region to cover a development in the ley energy monitoring at the Wild Sanctum, alerted to the story by a contact at the Oculus of the Eleven. Looking around the dig just to see Lucent and say hello had been refreshing, even fun, without the pressure to take notes and investigate. He recognized the teasing tilt of her fins as she said loudly to the dig manager, “Make sure he didn’t borrow anything.”

“Check your bag,” he had replied. He savored the look of surprise as she discovered the new paintbrush he had planted there, a souvenir from a recent trip to Wind.

B I O G R A P H Y

Khepri shivered again as the wind picked up. The constant nagging in the back of his head was yearning, straining. He stood, starting to pace. The faintest glimmer of the sun rose over the horizon.

“Khepri?”

He turned to her voice, smiling as the light picked out her features, bathing her in gold. “Lucent!”

“Were you out here all night?” she scolded.

“Not all night. But I couldn’t sleep, not when I knew you were coming.”

“Me, either. I left the rest of my group behind.”

“Couldn’t wait to see me, huh?”

"What do you want me to say? Of course I couldn’t wait,” she replied. Her nose bumped against his. “I love you.”

The feeling of yearning burst out of his chest. “I love you too,” Khepri replied as the dawn fully broke. It was like a weight had dropped from his shoulders, replaced by a feeling of joy. From the way Lucent bobbed her fins at him, she felt it too. There was a shimmer in the air, quickly chased away by the growing light, but Khepri put it out of his mind. Lucent looked overjoyed, and she loved him. He loved her. Finally, things felt right.

Lore written by LibrariesrPunk

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