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Skin

Scene

Measurements

Length
0.57 m
Wingspan
0.7 m
Weight
2.25 kg

Genetics

Primary Gene
Strawberry
Sphinxmoth (Veilspun)
Strawberry
Sphinxmoth (Veilspun)
Secondary Gene
Sunshine
Loop (Veilspun)
Sunshine
Loop (Veilspun)
Tertiary Gene
Lemon
Flecks (Veilspun)
Lemon
Flecks (Veilspun)

Hatchday

Hatchday
May 31, 2023
(1 year)

Breed

Breed
Adult
Veilspun

Eye Type

Eye Type
Plague
Uncommon
Level 1 Veilspun
EXP: 0 / 245
Meditate
Contuse
STR
5
AGI
6
DEF
5
QCK
8
INT
8
VIT
5
MND
8

Biography

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▬▬▬▬▬▬xxp e r s i c a.

One day I would have all the books in the world, shelves and shelves of them. I would live my life in a tower of books. I would read all day long and eat peaches. And if any young knights in armor dared to come calling on their white chargers and plead with me to let down my hair, I would pelt them with peach pits until they went home.


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▬▬▬▬▬▬xxb i o g r a p h y.

There was a crispness to the air this morning. The tang of salt is ever more present in the breeze the further south they go. The heat abates slightly in gentle puffs of wind, and for once there are actual, real clouds in the grim tapestry of the sky, though they are ash-grey and scud quickly to the horizon.
Persica hops the grim puddles of neon liquid pockmarking the landscape, off-handedly counting elemental signatures nearby. She's missing spots and miscounting, but it doesn't matter, because they're near the ocean! She loves the ocean. There's so much fun ahead!
She'd share her excitement with Qian, whose presence is faint in the back of her mind, but he's asleep, as many from the Shadow flight tend to be during the day. Every now and then, a soft sort of hum comes down the link to her, like a snore. It doesn't matter; she can imagine his sardonic response to her joy. "Nice. So when are you visiting the Tangled Wood?"
And then she'd laugh, and say Soon. Even though the true answer is closer to "someday".

The pockmarked plane of the ground ends abruptly on a jagged edge, where the ground slopes down into the sea and gigantic bone-like spikes curve into the sky. Persica stands on the edge and breathes in the fresh eastern breeze, grinning. Behind her, her sister Esch and her sister's boyfriend Caratacos pick their way across the landscape, a little more carefully than she had. Without turning around, she tracks their magical auras until they're standing next to her, looking out at the water far below. Where it laps at the rust-coloured shore, it comes back stained red, like blood; further out in the bay, a group of reckless hatchlings leap out of the water in playful hops, racing each other across the surface.
"Right, well, it seems like we are way off from where we're supposed to be," Esch says sourly, breaking the silence. Caratacos manifests as visible on Persica's right and makes a face, his scales in the odd half-transparent shade they sometimes are when he vanishes for a long time.
Persica reaches into the ground with her mind and tugs lightly at the ley lines humming deep below the sand. The strongest is obviously the one linked to the Tidelord's magic, since they're so close to the sea now, and the rushing-water sound of its frantic energy almost deafens the rest. But when she squints, they're still there, and a thin, almost imperceptible thread points south. "We're not that far away. It's just a bit south. Like, an hour."

Caratacos squints at the sky. "The sun will be setting in an hour, give or take." Far above, the sun is huge and pale, bright light unfiltered by the usual wasteland smog. Sunset seems a long way away. And yet.
Persica hides the smile that wants to bubble up at the thought of sunset. That's usually when Qian wakes up. She can't wait to show him around her favourite place to stay.
"Hey," she suggests, "We could always fly..."


▬▬▬▬▬▬xxr e l a t i o n s.
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eschscholzia • older sister

Persica has been travelling through the Scarred Wasteland with Eschscholzia and Caratacos for a very long time.

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xanqian • ???

A strange link connects their minds, allowing them to communicate telepathically even over long distances.

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