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Aquan

(#7848767)

Level 3 Fae

Familiar

Timber Tender

Energy: 0/50

Personal Style

Apparel

Skin

Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

1.06 m

Wingspan

1.22 m

Weight

1.24 kg

Genetics

Azure
Speckle

Obsidian
Butterfly

Caribbean
Basic

Hatchday

Nov 17, 2014
(9 years)

Breed

Adult
Fae

Eye Type

Nature
Common

Level 3 Fae

EXP: 692 / 1401

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QCK

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MND

Lineage

Parents

none

Offspring

Biography

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"accept the children the way we accept trees—with gratitude, because they are a blessing—but do not have expectations or desires. you don’t expect trees to change, you love them as they are." -- Isabel Allende

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A Q U A N ' S.....L O G

The sun was shining through the tops of the trees, its dazzling light blanketing the grove in a soft yellow glow. I believed we had found our place. Our place where we could begin our lives together, as king and queen, raising young until we grew weary and frail, wherein it would be time to transfer the crown to the next child of the Gladekeeper.

I heard Charcoal's voice distantly. "Aquan," he started, "this is it."

We were on the same page, it seemed. Together we scouted the area. To the north lay a great hill, covered now in tall prairie grass as if it were the Sunbeam Ruins. In the east, the deeper parts of the Labyrinth grew dauntingly. The south and west were in similar ecological composition to the greatest portions of the grove; if necessary, we could expand our claim to those regions with ease. But most importantly of all was the stream.

The grove had likely been formed by it, its deep hillside surroundings eroded by its meandering. Before our time it may have been a raging river or a shallow pool created by the work of dam-builders, but now it was but a mere trickle of water, powerful enough to divert for irrigation but calm enough to use for bathing or drinking. Smooth stones comprised the bedform, alongside developments of sandstone and other sedimentary material. The size of the stones increased further from the stream, but in the middle of the stream lay one large, flat formation of rock, surrounded by boulders.

"How curious it is to see such a large landform in the center of a stream this size," Charcoal noted, "The water scantly makes its way around and it seems as though it should be dry downstream by now."

I voiced my agreement, and together we decided to build our nest atop the plateau. As we built we happened upon a large turtle shell, not quite large enough for either of us to enter inside of it but certainly large enough for it to be notable and usable for storage of belongings.

"Do you think it would be possible to make a pigment that could be used to color the shell?" I asked Charcoal. As he was--and still is--the logician of our pairing, he was bound to have some ideas.

"Quite possible," he asserted. "If you gather me some ferric stones I can ready a pigment by dusk."

True to his word, by dusk we had a pigment and by the end of the next day I had painted the shell with twisting ocher and sienna, and it could be viewed from quite a long distance. Eventually, Charcoal managed to press gold ore into leaf, which we carefully applied to make the shell reflective in hopes of attracting dragons to our grove.

The shell, old and cracked, became known as the Timeworn Shell by merchants and travelers who could see it on sunny days because of its unique decoration. This is how we managed to get by in the early days. Many would come by after seeing glimmers of light through the trees, and once they found us we would host them for the night, providing food and a place to rest in exchange for textiles, pottery, or other goods that we could not produce ourselves. At one point there were so many dragons coming and going that it almost felt like a permanent trading post, but that faded after a time. This constant presence of commotion drove Charcoal mad, until the point came where even I would never see him, for he would work without end.

I understood something had to change, so I hid the shell beneath a collection of leaves. I scraped off the gold leaf and made sure that no glimmer of light would reflect off of the shell from any distance of the grove. It pained me so, for the shell had brought us prosperity, but it was not worth the sanity of my love, so it had to be done.

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Now it is just the two of us, along with Granmoun, Ariel, Prince, and young Snowleaf. Charcoal is not seen by anyone in the clan but me, for he toils away day and night in his laboratory. I sometimes hear him muttering under his breath, but he never even speaks to me anymore. His countenance is baked with grime, and if I even attempt to wipe him down, he grows angry, so I let him work, bring him food twice a day, and ensure he has water to drink. He sleeps in his lab as well, usually only as a result of true exhaustion.

When I see him asleep, I cannot help myself from lying with him and wondering what I did wrong to drive him to this madness. I soon fear I will not be able to leave him to lead the clan without fear of him leaving me. As time continues, I think I may need to pass my crown to the next in line...

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