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Arc and Lily hatched another nest - the last nest they will have for at least this year, if not forever - and oh my lord the babies are perfect.
Arc and Lily were born of the first two eggs I found in my nuzlocke, and both survived the entire challenge. This veteran couple wants nothing more than to make sure their children live safe and happy lives.
Camus - Periwinkle/Mulberry/Shadow Male - 20kT
Harmony - Ultramarine/Orca/Eldritch Female - 25kT (tbh I am super in love with her and will probably keep her if she doesn’t sell)
Shala - Ultramarine/Shale/Black Female - 10kT
Vanu - Lapis/Purple/Midnight Male - 10kT
If you are a lore clan, feel free to CR me, Kaial, for less - even free - if you promise to give these pure gen 2 lore babies loving, no exalt (at least for a long time) homes.
Which OC would own a hat that says “Foxy Grandpa”
Oz would buy Wafer the hat just to piss him off
Those of you who followed my nuzlocke may be interested to know Arc and Lily hatched their first nest since moving to Dovesong. All three babies are on AH for 10kT per, but are free to lore clans (CR me, Kaial, in that case.) They are TG pure gen 2s, all have new colours.
Flora - Blue/Watermelon/Obsidian Female
Malin - Cobalt/Cerise/Obsidian Male
Thorne - Cornflower/Cobalt/Shadow Male (aa he looks so much like his mom!)
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Chapter 47
Something has gone deeply wrong.
Rill was crying – taking short, ragged breaths with crests pressed flat against her skull as Nova held her close. The skydancer wasn’t saying a word, and signing was useless with the fae’s eyes closed tightly. Then she notice I’d woken.
“Wafer, get over here,” she intoned, hurriedly pointing beside herself with her free hand.
I nodded and moved to sit up, only to wince at the realization Winter was holding tightly to my mane. I scooped the groggy hatchling up and hurried over, carefully sidestepping my other, still-sleeping clanmates. “Nova, what’s going on?” I asked as I knelt beside her – but the moment I was able to see into the fae’s private cave, it was obvious.
Two of three eggs had gone dark, settled in withered lumps at the very end of the tunnel.
“They – ” I began, my jaw dropping. I swallowed and shook my head. “So quickly....”
“Yes,” Nova nodded. “She doesn’t know what happened to them. I think that perhaps… her difficulties with laying were too much for them, as well.”
I cringed at the thought.
“Is… is she going to be alright?” Cassian asked from just behind me, voice weak with both exhaustion and worry.
“Go wake Valen,” I said, looking over my shoulder at the concerned spiral. “Please.”
He nodded and dropped on all fours, scurrying into the mirrors’ den. Mira, alongside most of our familiars, were now awake and watching with bleary confusion. I shook my head and turned back to poor Rill, gently touching her shoulder to try to get her attention.
Eyes, deep blue and bloodshot, peered up at me – and even if fae don’t show emotion in the same way, the pain they held stole my breath away.
I don’t know what I did wrong, she signed in a feeble but desperate motion. I - she paused, hand clenching into a fist before dragging down her face. I can’t do this. I can’t.
What can I do to help you right now?” I asked, biting my lip as I looked back down into her tunnel. Would you like us to take care of them for you?
She nodded, letting out a sharp sigh and rubbing at her eyes. Yes, please, she replied, looking back at me, then to the ground. I can’t bear to see any of them anymore.
“Wafer?” Valen called fearfully, and I beckoned him over before turning back to Nova.
“You should take her somewhere else for now,” I suggested quickly, and the skydancer nodded and hurried off to sit in one of the more open corners. I exhaled slowly and faced the boy as he sat in front of me, with Lily and Cassian emerging from the den just behind him.
“Valen, there’s been… further complications involving your clutch with Rill,” I began tentatively, trying not to react as the mirror’s eyes widened. “And Rill’s been through too much to expect to deal with anything but her own recovery at this point.” Gods, I knew I wasn’t doing a good job. “So I need to ask you, are you willing to look after your remaining egg?”
He mouthed my last two words – incredulous at first, before panic seemed to set in and he tried to run past me and to Rill’s hole in the wall. I spread my wing out, Winter wobbling at the unexpected movement as I blocked his way.
“Valen, are you sure you want to see that?” I asked gently, uncertain of the answer.
Valen didn’t seem to know either, hanging his head before looking back toward Lily.
“It… it won’t help you any, Valen,” she said before striding over to stand beside him. “I’d like to take care of them, Wafer.”
“Are you sure, Lily? It’s cold out,” I asked worriedly.
“I’m sure,” she replied, and I folded my wing to let her past.
Lily moved quickly, carefully taking out the still-living egg and passing it to her son. “Here, Val. If you can’t handle it, just give it to dad, okay?”
He accepted it and held it to his chest, still looking more shocked than anything else as he headed back into the den.
Our two dryads came forward without being prompted as Lily retrieved the two lost eggs, standing beside her and following her as she headed past Spike and out into the cold.
I watched after them for a while, before the stirring of my clanmates took my attention.
Nova rose first, bringing Rill back to her nook and helping her get back inside. Then Charm and the little tundra scampered out of the den and into the open, the tundra’s shrieking making it impossible for anyone to go back to sleep.
I turned to Cassian, who still stood by the den’s mouth wringing his hands. “Do you want to start on breakfast?” I suggested, and he nodded.
Given how they had been the night before, it was a relief to see Cerris rise to join him at the fire.
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(Guys, I’m going to be honest here. I don’t think I can finish Arcane Exile in this fashion anymore. I have a massive mental block about it and I started it so long ago that how I write and see dragons in my lore is completely different.
It’s become a chore, and a nail just holding me in an unpleasant place.
I will, however, post a plot summary with the further writing I’ve had in waiting for months and months and months, at the very least.)
Entry 46
After I’d salvaged what I could from the charred lump of cockatrice, Oslowe and I finished up the cooking quickly. Arc and Valen joined us by the fire as we worked. Our clan had become so large that supplies dwindled quickly, which made the rucksack of bugs and plants the two mirrors had brought home with them all the more appreciated. “We made a trip to the Delta together,” Arc elaborated as he sorted through his and Valen’s haul. “I thought we had enough meat and such to go on for a while, so we focused on foraging instead.” “That’s certainly where we’re hurting the most,” I nodded as I passed a plate of food for Valen to take down to Lily. “Thank you both again.” Valen nodded, silent as he made his way down into the den. Arc’s smile faded away and he let out a sigh, turning to face me. The mirror opened his mouth to speak, only to stop and glance nervously at Oslowe, who seemed to take the hint. “I’ll take mine and Miri’s dinners now, if you don’t mind, Mister Wafer,” he said, polite as always as he rose and moved off, plate of grilled veggies in his palm. “Thank you again for your help,” I called out after him before returning my attention to Arc. “How’s Rill been doing?” he asked quickly, nodding toward the hole in the wall Nova was sitting beside. She was still trying to convince the fae to eat. “Not the best,” I replied hesitantly, frowning at the sight of the fae’s weak magic. “She’s just been resting. Hasn’t eaten a thing, or had a drink for that matter.” Arc grimaced and nodded. “Valen’s not been doing too well either – I hoped if I took him out for a bit it would help him get his mind off things. I mean, I’m sure it helped a bit – but he feels so guilty. I don’t know how to help him.” “I don’t think you can – “ I began, before I realized how harsh I sounded. “By that I mean: there’s only so much you can do, Arc. This is one of those things that will take time. Especially given Rill’s not up for talking right now.” Arc nodded, letting out another sigh. “I just wish there was something I could do.” “Just keep being there for him,” I shrugged before patting the mirror on his shoulder. “It counts for a lot, you know.” Arc shifted, frowning in thought before relaxing a bit and nodding. “Yeah, it does. I know it does,” he replied, glancing back to me. “It just doesn’t feel like enough, you know?” I nodded, thinking over my own memories of raising him and the others. “Yeah, I know,” I replied, looking him over quietly. It was so strange to remember his hatchling days now. He’d grown up so well. I felt so old. “Looks like Valen isn’t coming back out,” I remarked after a while, taking another plate and offering it to Arc. “Take this and join your family, huh? If you could feed the tundra and Charm too, I’d appreciate it.”’ “I forgot those two were still in there,” Arc frowned, taking the plate. “Lil must be so tired. I’ll see you later, Wafer.” I cleaned up after he rolled out of view, feeding our birds the scraps of bugs we couldn’t eat and storing everything else Arc and Valen had brought. I took a piece of honeycomb for myself as an afterthought and sat down in my bed, chewing absently as I thought. Winter stirred from her nest of blankets to come lie against my lap, resting her head sleepily on my leg. She was starting to get bigger. I made a mental note to make her a new bed next as I ruffled her mane gently. It wouldn’t be long before she was an adult, able to make her own decisions and screw up with the rest of us. And able to choose whether she wanted to stay with us and fight, or leave for a better life. That was true for all of them, recently. I finished my food and eased the girl back into her blanket pile before lying in my bed and curling up, looking over the room before shutting my eyes. Kids really do grow up so fast.
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Chapter 45
Cerris’ party didn’t return until the early evening, and it only took one look in the mirror’s eyes to know that Anemone hadn’t come back with them.
We gathered by the fire, Cassian lying sadly against Cerris’ back and Oslowe carefully uncoiling a very chilled spiral from his neck. Mira stared up at me with wide eyes, teeth audibly chattering.
“So… why did you two wander out like that?” I asked tensely, biting back my desire to scold her.
“I d-didn’t want to,” Mira replied quickly. “I-I caught – ” her shaking continued to impede her speech until she gave up, swore, and curled against Oslowe’s leg for additional warmth. He sighed.
“Mira said she woke up to Anemone sneaking out and followed her,” he said, gazing down at the coiled mess of a spiral. “And she kept chasing until she apparently passed out.”
“Did Anemone say anything, Mira?” I asked, grabbing one of the blankets by the fire and draping it over her.
She remained wordless for a while, collecting herself before nodding. “Yes. Nothing that made sense, though. Mostly she just said ‘go’.”
“Where’s Moss? Is she still tracking?” I asked, glancing about the room.
Oslowe paused and let out a sigh.
“Kinda,” Cerris replied gruffly. “She said she was losing Nem’s scent and ran off ahead.”
“I’m glad you at least found one of them,” Nova said quietly. “And… I’m sure Moss will be able to track Anemone down.”
Cassian made a tiny, broken noise in response. I couldn’t tell if it was supposed to be words or not, and he didn’t attempt to correct himself, leaving our group to curl up where he and Cerris usually slept.
“Yeah. Yeah,” Cerris replied, brows furrowed as he looked between Nova and his coiled ball of a companion. I could hear his teeth grinding. The skydancer’s crests flattened.
“Cerris,” I began carefully. “You look… exhausted. I think you should get some rest – I’ll bring you some dinner in a while, alright?”
With how the mirror looked at me I was worried he was going to argue, but he relented, nodding and skulking away to slump against the far wall.
The rest of us sat in tense silence for an uncomfortably long time, until Nova cleared her throat and rose. “Shall I go tend to Rill, Wafer,” she intoned, tilting her head slightly as she spoke.
“Yeah,” I sighed, standing and moving to the stores to pull out what scraps of food would do for the night.
Mira climbed up Oslowe’s leg to settle between his shoulders, blanket and all. He didn’t move from the fire, watching me calmly as I rifled through our stores. It was unnerving, and I found myself fumbling as I gathered everything I needed before heading back and setting the pan. “Oslowe, you were out for just as long as they were. Don’t you think you should go rest as well?” I asked.
“Thank you for your concern,” he smiled, shaking his head. “But I’m fine. And I’d like to help you.”
“Alright,” I replied, blinking back my surprise as the guardian offered his talon to me. I passed him the fish I’d brought before starting to work on what little meat we had to cook, removing the last of the feathers from a cockatrice as I waited for the pan to heat up.
Oslowe seemed to realize my intent and leaned in, exhaling a thin stream of flame that soon had the cooking fire roaring. “Should be at the right temperature now,” he stated softly, flicking a fish spine – ribs and all – into the coals before starting on the next.
“I wasn’t aware you knew so much about cooking,” I remarked, raising a brow. “It takes me so long to debone a raw fish I don’t bother with it.”
He chuckled, and even with the hint of sadness to it I couldn’t help but notice just how similar it was to fire itself: warm, lively, and strangely comforting. “Fish is what you could call my specialty,” he replied, flicking yet another set of bones into the fire. “Is that really so surprising with where I’ve come from?”
“I… suppose not,” I replied feebly, embarrassed despite his friendly tone. He paused to look around the cave, and the conversation petered out into silence. Aside from the fire roaring, all I could hear was Cerris’ ragged snoring. I tossed the bird I’d cleaned into the pan, and a sizzle intermingled with the sounds. My eyes fell on Cassian, curled sadly against his serthis. I felt a twinge of pain in my chest when I noticed dried tears on his face.
“They fought,” Oslowe murmured, his rumbling voice so close I jumped slightly and had to steady the pan. I turned to look at the guardian, who had curled to speak in my ear. His face was solemn in spite of Mira who lay on his head, tail hanging precariously. “While we were out searching, I mean. Cerris was adamant that we wouldn’t return without her, and Cassian was… of a different mind.”
“What do you mean?” I asked, briefly turning away to flip the meat. When I looked back, his eyes were still on the spiral.
“It wasn’t long before he started seeming so… defeated,” he replied at a length, letting out a sigh that released a few embers into the air that soon faded away. “He acted as if he was certain Anemone was already… well, already dead. Cerris snapped at that and we continued on after a… discussion, but things only grew worse when we found Mira alone.”
I watched him as he spoke, studying how his brows knit, and how the contours of his face creased with what seemed to be deep and genuine worry. In spite of how slowly he moved, I still felt my heart flutter with surprise when he turned back to look me in the eyes. “I recall him mentioning that your clan found him. Do you know of his history before that?”
His eyes really were like fire. They held an intensity that defied his outward expression and even his lulling voice - I found myself speechless both from his gaze and the question he posed. Surely Cassian must have family somewhere?
“I… don’t know,” I replied, frowning at the rather flat answer. I took a deep breath and collected my thoughts. “After first tending to him, so many new issues took priority that it kind of fell by the wayside, I guess.”
Oslowe dipped his head, evidently considering what I’d said. “I don’t blame you for it – you’ve had much on your plate. But I think you should try to talk to him soon, Mister Wafer. That spiral…” he turned, glancing back to Cassian’s sleeping form before meeting my gaze once more. “He’s carrying a lot more pain than is immediately evident.”
The urgency on his face was clear, enough so that I wondered just how bad Cassian and Cerris’ fight could have been to cause it. Or did Oslowe just see something I was oblivious to? After all, he was even more of a mystery. How was it so easy to forget that?
“I’ll speak to him soon,” I replied, shaking my head to snap myself out of the confused reverie I’d sunken into. My head was buzzing, so much so that I could hardly make out the crackling fire anymore, and was just barely aware of a faded rumble that had begun. Spike must have been shifting in his sleep.
Or not. I started at the sound of Arc’s voice.
“Wafer, I’m sorry we were gone so long. I took Valen out to – are you aware your pan is on fire?”
Goddamnit.
Trying to start this up again.
Entry 44
I spent the morning looking after hatchlings and doing my best to keep everything in order wherever possible. I made emergency packs, each filled with healing potions, wraps for first aid, and enough dried food to last a few nights. We should have had them ready ages ago; I wished I’d had one prepared for Cerris and his group. organizing was all I could do to calm myself.
To our great relief, Acacia and Maple did have ways to treat the coatl child and promptly took him into their care. The skydancer and tundra seemed to recognize me as a food dispenser and began following me like shadows; at least it made them easier to keep track of. Winter was content just being piggybacked along wherever I went.
The tundra had been talkative as ever, enough so that Miri decided to leave the cave for a walk outside. Any amount of baby screeching is worth that.
Rill refused any food, and Arc and Valen had yet to return. The lair had fallen into an uncomfortable silence—tundra squawking aside—and I’d run out of things to do to allay my worries.
“Wafer.”
How badly I jumped at Nova’s voice made it clear I was more on edge than I’d thought. I turned to see her heading toward me from Rill’s nook. “What is it, Nova?” I asked after taking a few breaths.
“Rill has fallen asleep. She’s asked me to explain everything better to you,” the skydancer replied as she kneeled beside me. The tundra hatchling took the opportunity to clamber onto her lap and curl up there. Nova absently stroked her as she spoke. “She wants to stress that Valen didn’t do anything wrong, and to not blame him for it. It was her idea – though she didn’t expect eggs of it.” “Oh,” was all I managed in response.
“Yes,” she sighed. “Anyway, they aren’t a couple and she stresses she doesn’t want anyone to treat them as such. She’d like to be left alone for the most part, and wants to get back to hunting as soon as possible… as long as she doesn’t have to be with Valen. She’s in bad shape from this, though. I don’t think you should let her head out for at least a month.”
“She doesn’t want to be on a team with Valen anymore,” I repeated worriedly. “Gods, I hope this didn’t ruin their friendship.”
“They were so close, yes,” Nova replied, nodding slowly. “But Rill’s just been through more pain than either of us can really fathom. She may feel differently once she’s recovered a bit more.”
“Maybe we can team her up with Anemone and Mira,” I began, before wincing and pinching the bridge of my nose. “If they’re alive, anyway.”
Nova’s crests drooped, and she picked up the tundra hatchling to cuddle close to herself. It was a short-lived embrace as the baby screeched in protest and she was forced to let her back down. The skydancer drew her legs in and wrapped her arms around them, shutting her eyes. “Is life always supposed to be this stressful, Wafer,” she intoned weakly.
I hated myself for forgetting again that she felt emotions just the same as everyone else—even if she didn’t show it. I wanted so badly to be able to comfort her somehow.
But I was in the same boat she was. I couldn’t remember the last time I felt comfortable or assured everyone was safe, and with each new arrival came added worry.
I sighed and shook my head, watching as the tundra hatchling scampered off to terrorize Charm. “No, Nova. It’s not.”
Three cheers for Arc, Lily, and Nova, who made it to level 20 without falling in battle!
Tertiary gene time!