Haruka
(#49405979)
"Anything can be fixed with a good cup of tea,"
Familiar
Sweetheart Swan
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Energy: 0/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Arcane.
Male Wildclaw
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
3.62 m
Wingspan
8.47 m
Weight
491.3 kg
Genetics
Rose
Wasp
Wasp
Rose
Flair
Flair
Rose
Veined
Veined
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Wildclaw
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
8
AGI
9
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
5
VIT
6
MND
6
Biography
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"Might I suggest something for you?" ╰━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━╯ Tears flow down his cheeks, despite his best attempt to wipe them away with the sleeve of his coat. A skinned knee throbs pain up his leg as he walks up the stone steps to a door the color of sunshine. Stepping inside, a woman turns with a kind smile that quickly fades to concern at the sight of the young boy. Wiping her hands on her apron, she opens her arms to which the boy flocks into their embrace. "Oh Haru," her hand rubs circles in his back in comfort, helping to dismiss the tears in his eyes. Looking to his knee she sighs, and scooping the boy up she seats him in a chair at the kitchen table. " Here, I'll be right back." She set a dainty teacup on a saucer in front of him, it was a light brown with the warmth of it swirling up from the surface. Reaching out, the sides of the porcelain seeped the heat of the drink into his palms, and for a moment, he no longer felt the painful sting from his knee. A boy, slightly older yet still so young, clutches a silver tray in his hands. He walks slowly, each step careful in his focus to keep the tray steady. Stepping into a bedroom, he is greeted with the same kind smile, however it is far more tired than before. She laughs softly at his focus, and gives him a quiet applause as he sets the tray down on the beside table. "Well done," she coos as a frail hand cups his cheek lovingly, to which he smiles proudly. "What have you brought for me today?" She watches as he sets two teacups with milk and sugar, then lifting the teapot he pours hers first. "Lavender mint," his voice is soft, and handing the cup to his mother she takes it from him tenderly. "It's supposed to make you feel better." She pauses with her lips resting on the rim, looking to her precious son with a glimmer of sadness. Taking a sip, she gives a hum of approval, to which the boy visibly brightens. "I feel so much better already," Hands lay flat against the grain of a wooden table. They are larger, the teacup in front of him now looks so small in comparison. The room is dark, only the light from a grey rainy day illuminates the kitchen once filled with smiles and love. Reaching forward, he pulls the cup closer, his palm resting against the hot porcelain. His lip trembles as tears flow down his cheeks, dripping into the surface of his drink. It hurts, the pain in his heart over powering the warmth from his beverage. No one rushes to his side to comfort him, he is alone in his sorrow with a cup of hot tea burning his hands. A heavy sign, tethered by rope is hoisted into the air by a set of strong calloused hands; it is clear they know the meaning of work. Securing the line, the man scurries to a ladder perched beside the large wooden placard and quickly he fastens it to the post protruding from the side of the building. Stepping back to admire his handiwork, he uses his wrist to wipe away the line of sweat from his brow. Looking to the dark stained words, a sense of pride warms his chest as he reads; 'The Steep & Sip'. A bell chimes the arrival of a customer, and precariously holding a tea tray in either hand, the shop owner still manages to pause to greet them. Though the patron idles a bit awkwardly, clutching a bouquet in his hands while shifting his weight nervously. Setting the trays before his customers, he quickly wipes his hands on the apron tied around his waist. "How can I help you?" His voice is warm, melodious and sweet like the tea he serves. The man before him offers him the flowers tied with a pink ribbon around the stems. "Welcome to Interstellar, from the Sylvanus family.." It's clear he's nervous, twisting his hands once they're free of the bouquet. In a way it's endearing, and tilting his head, the shop owner can tell there's more this man has to say. After a moment, the stranger musters the courage to speak once more. "Would you be interested in dinner? With me?" It's unexpected, and now it's Haruka's turn to feel nervousness flutter his stomach. He raises the flowers to hide the warm blush on his face, however to the other he appears to be smelling the roses. "I'd be delighted to."
bio by Noonchi
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