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MythicalViper
ArcanArtist, I summon you from the depths of space!
My Name: RubieKanary
I summon you to cast the following spell: Mirror Poems
This spell shall be cast upon:
(Hey, so I know I told you I wanted a poem with Canary and Maximus, but then I decided to switch last minute, rip)
I would like a poem depicting Mei and Liam’s history with each other!
“Ci zi, mei ye.”
Mei was still a hatchling when the strange dragon had patted her on her head, before walking off, his posture slouched and wobbling. It was only later did she know from the elder dragons that the dragon was the wandering poet, Liam.
Yet, most of the dragons from her clan would call him a drunkard instead. Though he claimed to be a poet, he lacked the fineness and poshness that would often be associated with the word; He was brash and aggressive, hasty and unapologetic. Addicted to drinking as he were, his words often slurred as he spoke, though Mei knew better than to adopt the other dragon’s opinion of him.
Would drunkards get invited to the most luxurious balls in other clans? Did drunkards often get summoned to the homes of the rich and noble to craft them delicate and well-articulated works of poetry? No- Despite his apparent aloofness, Liam was smart and witty. Had he really been a common drunkard as many from her clan claimed him to be, he would have not made a name for himself as the wandering poet in the first place.
The same wandering poet, that had patted her on the head, and called her Mei. She held onto the name ever since the encounter.
“Will he ever return?” Mei asked one of the elder dragons as she watched Liam depart.
“Who knows? None command him, but the wind.”
The truth was, Mei didn’t like that answer. She looked up to Laim. Sure, the dragon came across as arrogant and uncaring, but Mei admired the Skydancer, for he did not allow fame or reputation to sway him from who he truly was- An unappologetic arsehole who wouldn’t hesitate to give anyone a verbal lashing should they slight him.
It was then, in her young mind, that Mei made the conscious decision that she would meet the other Skydancer again. If only to tell him of her admiration of him.
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Two decades later, Liam was pouched over the ledge of a bridge, watching the reflection of the moon as he drank from his bowl. He only took note of the figure of another Skydancer approaching when the light from the moon flickered.
“What is it?” He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “What do you want?”
“I’m Mei.” The Skydancer said. “You gave me that name. Don’t you remember?”
The poet squinted. Then, his eyes went wide. The bowl slipped from his hands and landing in the water with a splash.
“That was a comment on your appearance- Not a name, you idiot!”
(Note: The phrase “Ci zi, mei ye.” has double meaning; It can be understood as “This child is beautiful.”, or “This child’s name is Mei.”)
The following I place into the circle: 100 levels!
Other specifications: I would prefer the poems to be written in first person! Other than that, I don’t have much specifications- Go wild with the poems!
