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Poesia

(#67080403)

Level 25 Fae

Familiar

Watchful Viperpillar

Energy: 45/50

Personal Style

Apparel

Skin

Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

1.1 m

Wingspan

0.85 m

Weight

2.05 kg

Genetics

Mist
Petals

Leaf
Butterfly

Leaf
Capsule

Hatchday

Feb 02, 2021
(3 years)

Breed

Adult
Fae

Eye Type

Wind
Primal

Level 25 Fae

Max Level

STR

126

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

Offspring

none

Biography

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Poesia
Grand Prize Dragon
for the
2021 Mistral Jamboree
Poetry Contest
&
Bringer of Chaos

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The Butterfly Effect

"Sometimes when I consider what tremendous consequences come from little things, I am tempted to think there are no little things."

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______ The day she hatched, she was not yet Poesia. She would not be Poesia until she emerged from the Twisting Crescendo, reborn by the will of the Wind.

______ At first, she was a mute yet curious little Nocturne in a nest of Imperials. Among her enormous siblings she felt very small indeed, so she focused her attention and her mimicry on other very small things.

______ She watched as dewdrops slowly slid from leaves, forming a growing puddle that insects could drink from.

______ She followed a single ant as it carried a leaf all the way back to feed its colony.

______ She kept her wings close to her body, mindful of how little bugs could be knocked off-course by the massive wing-beats of dragons.

______ The insect kingdom had a great deal to teach her and she was an eager student. Her wordless watching made one thing very clear to her: All is connected. All has consequence.

_____ It was while sleeping peacefully in the fields of the Windswept Plateau that she first heard the voice of the wind. In a whisper that drowned out the roar of the cyclone, it called her to the center. A request as simple as it was irresistible:

"Follow the sound of my voice."

_____ What else could she do but follow?

_____ She ended up at the base of the Twisting Crescendo. The stars above her seemed to blur and twist.

_____ It is possible to return from the eye of the storm, but return is far from guaranteed for even the most powerful of the Windsinger’s fliers. Nonetheless, she threw herself into it without hesitation.

_____ Her mind was her own; her actions her own. She had faith in her heart that the voice could be trusted. It carried genuine joy and affection even as it drew her into danger.

_____ The flight was a struggle. She was but a hatchling, her wings underdeveloped.

_____ The voice came again, encouraging her, lifting up her tired wings:

"I'm so looking forward to finally meeting you."

_____ Things were finally quiet. The straining could stop.

_____ Inside the eye of the storm she opened her eyes. She could not see anyone else, but she knew at once she was not alone. The currents of the Crescendo seemed to shift and undulate around her, like the movements of an enormous snake.

"You've done well to make it this far.

I'm proud of you."

_____ She no longer needed to beat her wings. The air held her aloft with a tender care, as if she were held in the talons of a great creature.

"The world always needs a little push,

now and then,

to remember what's important."

_____ The air shimmered with heat and the sky rumbled like thunder as the Wind exhaled. The hatchling’s next breath flooded her lungs with warm, wet air.

"You will be that little push.

But the effect you have on those around you

will be great."

_____ Something fluttered in her chest, like an ancient bird finally waking.

"My child,

I have placed a song in your heart.

Paint the sky with the colours of your soul

and sing!"

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"You have within you the power to change the world."

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"Change will come.
Even if you're standing still.
So make your choices and make them loud.
Cause a few hurricanes."

_____ The morning sun on her back woke her. She uncoiled from the flowering grasses where she had fallen asleep. An unfamiliar scroll case rolled out from under her. Curious, she picked it up. It was labeled: "Poesia." She opened it without a second thought. Three scrolls tumbled onto the grass along with a note:

“A magical form.
Means to amplify your voice.
Last, a gift for all.

Take these gifts of mine,
Then, dearest Poesia,
Call my children home.”

_____ She could feel the magic in the first scroll. It would transform her into a Fae, naturally adept at channeling magic. The second was a series of rites and incantations that would enable her to manipulate the ley lines under the Plateau to send her thoughts and feelings on the wind.

_____ The third scroll simply read “For the Poets.”

_____ She turned her head to look wistfully at the Crescendo twisting above her.

"So not just a dream?"

_____ She gasped, startled by the sound of her own voice.

"Apparently not! My voice...

Thank you, Windsinger."

_____ She looked down at the scrolls again. She wasn't yet sure of all the details, but she knew she had a purpose.

_____ For now, that was enough.

All of Wind's children

have a song within their soul.

He told me to sing.

All I have done is

merely whisper into the

Twisting Crescendo.

I have called them all,

children of wind and chaos,

to lift ink and voice.

Poems, poets, wind.

They have uncountable forms.

Each one is treasured.

I give thanks to all

who have put their soul into

pale, fragile parchment.

Each and every poem,

every word you have written,

is a gracious gift.

From the trembling ink

of heartfelt novices to

bold strokes by old hands.

My heart soars with pride,

higher with each word written,

into our blue sky.

Words are born as breath.

They live carried on the breeze.

Raging storms kill them.

Your words change the wind.

The wind allows rain or sun

to fall into lives.

Each little whisper

on the wind carries your hopes

and joys and sorrows.

A careless whisper

may just cause an unseen storm

within another.

All words have power.

To build up and to tear down

Dragons, Beastclans, all.

But know this, my friends:

Each heart you touch remembers

whether you were kind.

So please be mindful

of the power your words have

as you return home.

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"And all for the want of a - nail."

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MJ2021 Grand Poet
@SunstonePhoenix
For 'Two of a Kind'

Poesia is the Italian word for poetry, poem, verse, rhyme, and lyric.

Grand Prize Dragon
2021 Mistral Jamboree
Butterfly Effect Poetry

This special dragon with custom bio and layout
is lovingly created and nurtured by:

Wind Flight's Mistral Jamboree 2021
Poetry Mith Crew

| Sinjin | Storygeek | SunnyShowers | Jorybear | paintminion |

Please do not exalt this dragon ever. It is a Wind Flight Legacy Dragon,
and if you need to remove it from your lair or need to leave the game,
please contact @Sinjin or @Paintminion or the Wind Flight Council, and arrangements
can be made to save this dragon.

CREDITS

Dragon provided by the MJ2021 Butterfly Effect Mith Poetry Crew.

MJ 2021 Grand Poet Badge by Thorium
Bust & Landscapes (3) done by Sinjin for the MJ2021 Poetry Contest
Butterfly Effect Divider by SunnyShowers for the MJ2021 Butterfly Effect Poetry Contest.
Cloud dividers tweaked & Origami butterfly by sockmonkeygerald
Adopts done by mothmoth & TomSwifty & Farosh
Bio story written by SunnyShowers in collaboration with StoryGeek

Leveled to 25 by Jorybear

Bio layout customized and coded by Sinjin
Edited by paintminion

Bio based on bio template by Mibella, find it here.
Dividers by osiem find them here.
Dividers by MajicViolin find them here.
Clouds by treeblood find them here.
Windsinger by Georgieanna find them here.
Tiny Wind Symbol by Baelfin find them here.
Pixel Familiars by ProbablyLying find them here.
Hurricane Herald by Lichtdrache find them here.

Quotes: 1. Bruce Barton 2. Andy Andrews 3. S.R.W Poetry 4. Benjamin Franklin

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Official Poetry Certification
MJ2021 Poetry Contest

Certificate Awarded To:

Poesia
SunstonePhoenix's Lair

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MJ2021 Poetry Contest Entries:

____The Butterfly Effect
_____Beginning

____Lucky Charms
_____Sonnet of Blight's Blessing

____Butterfly Kisses
_____Over the Hill

____Nick or Nail
_____Unity

____Small But Mighty
_____Two of a Kind

____Just a Mith
_____Noodle(dad's) Children

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