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@drifting-through-duviri
Welcome to the blog for my brilliant Drifter and Operator!
This blog is dedicated to my Operator and Drifter from Warframe, they will interact with about anyone, be warned, there will be lore deviations and some of my lore interpretation might wary from yours
ALSO
BIG FUCKING SPOILER WARNING FOR THE ENTIRE STORY
Now introduce yourselves!
The Operator
The Drifter
Sigh... I said I would do it...
What has Asfó been up to?
A few months ago, Asfó's adopted mother disappeared, pulled through a portal by a copy of herself while Asfó was in the room to witness it. The child has been blaming themself for her disappearance since, and ran off shortly afterwards. So, what has the winged child been up to?
A young child, looking to be between the ages of 5 and 7, was sitting in a meadow surrounded by trees on one side and a lake on the other. There were countless flowers in the tall grass, a wide variety of brightly colored petals attracting bees and butterflies of all sorts.
The child looks out of place, their colorless form standing out under the flower crowns they have weaved, there were some hanging on their arms, a few more layered on top of their head, and a few made to be able to comfortably rest on the child's dark blue - almost black - wings. Their wings are the only part of them that isn't a shade of gray, the dark blue feathers having bright stars scattered across them to form shifting constellations and galaxies.
There are animals in the forest and resting in the meadow that are also adorned with flower crowns. The child, having spent most of their time here weaving the simple accessories, made some for the creatures that had grown used to seeing them and comfortable enough to get close or just ignore the lost child.
So, when the child stood up for the first time since they arrived, the creatures watched them curiously, interested in knowing what had changed. Asfó shook their wings out and stretched the feathery limbs out. Despite the limited use they've gotten, they've been growing well, now quite a bit longer than their arms and strong enough to theoretically hold them in the air for an extended period of time...
But they're dirty. Grass and flowers and dirt coat the primaries and most of the feathers need to be sorted through and organized. So Asfó walks towards the water, sitting down on a little rock to be able to clean their wings properly, something that they learned how to do from watching the birds that visit.
Idk how to end this so there you go
@azuri-arkabane gonna tag you just because
The Drifter had been looking for the child Sapphire mentioned, she said that it seems impossible to track them. It was tough indeed, but not impossible, after searching with various technologies they had found the child, a colorless silhouette in the distance.
Leaving behind their Warframe in the forest they approach, carefully and slowly, as to not scare the child
The effort goes to waste as the child startles anyways, feathers fluffing out as they watch the new person. They back further into the lake, not wanting to be cornered.
The Drifter lifts up their hands and sits down, if they were to attack, the child could escape easily with a big head start. The Drifter doesn't say anything, just looking at the child with concern, keeping their empty hands visible
Asfó doesn't say anything, just watches the stranger and waits for an explanation. They don't think that they can trust their voice, so they don't try to force it to work.
I imagine you are confused as to who I am?
They finally say after a couple more seconds, their voice seems to hold no malice, from what Drifter knew, is that this child can quickly disappear, so they did everything to show they are no threat
They nod, slowly inching back out of the deeper water that they found themself in. Asfó climbs back into their little rock and resumes cleaning their feathers, still wary but not wanting to let this stranger disrupt what they were doing.
The Drifter debated... It seems the child doesn't trust easily... After a bit they made their decision, hoping it'd build at least some trust
Most call me The Drifter, however, the name I've given myself is Azuri... I usually don't tell people that tho
When the feathers were clean and reorganized, Asfó simply watches "The Drifter", waiting for their reason for being here. They've been alone for so long - no one knew where they were! Now this person appears when they were finally thinking about leaving. Rude.
Right... We are getting closer to pulling your mother out of the void.
Maybe they should've started with this, but also, not introducing yourself is rude
Their expression lights up with surprise and hope, a little bit of color returning to them to make their eyes shine with a bright blue and hair a dull red. "Y- you're sav- saving Momma..?" Their voice is hoarse from lack of use and it hurts to talk, but they don't care. They were just told that their Momma was almost back!
Drifter smiles seeing them light up, reminiscent of the times they played with Thrax whenever they went back to Duviri
Yeah, it's difficult, but we are getting there- actually, recently we pulled out someone who's apparently called Natah
They've stopped listening, shaking out their wings before lifting themself into the air and tackling the Drifter into a hug. They mumble broken "thank you"s through happy tears as the rest of their color finally returns. Their tan skin is stained with mud that tries and fails to hide the more silvery stripes all across their limbs. Their short, fluffy hair becomes a vibrant red while their feathers lighten in color just a bit.
Woa-
They exclaimed in surprise, quickly however returning a gentle hug, they’ve lost their own parents, they are happy to give someone the hope of having their mother return
They wrap their wings around the new person and nuzzle into their chest. After a few minutes of this, they manage to pull themself together and look at the Drifter with a determination that they haven't had in a while. "I wanna help, how can I help?"
They look at the child with a bit of pride, that’s the determination they want to see in people
Right now not much, you can be present at our next attempt, I think she’d want to see you first
Asfó smiles and headbutts Drifter, their pointed ear twitching excitedly at the same time as their wings
The Drifter barely flinches, guess they express excitement like this, they can see why Pandora loves them so much, even if they just heard about her
They gasp with an idea and scurry away from the Drifter to collect some flowers, humming happily while their wings keep switching between fluffing out and lying flat
The Drifter just waits, watching them curiously, just how quickly they changed their mood, what a resilient child
They sit down next to the Drifter with a bunch of bright flowers, quickly but expertly weaving them into a little flower crown to offer to their new friend. "I'm Asfó by the way!"
The Drifter takes the flower crown and smiles, it looks really good
Thank you, and Asfó is a pretty name
They place the flower crown on their head, seemingly happy with it
"Thank you! I think your name is pretty too!" Their wings flutter happily as they gather a few more flowers to make another flower crown, this one made with small, yellow flowers instead of the larger purpley flowers they used for the Drifter's
Which one, I did give you two that are used for me
They did tell them their real one, hoping it’d build stronger trust faster, it’s one they rarely give out to people, even Marie had to squeeze it out of them
They tilt their head to the side, confused. "Drifter sounds more like a title than a name." That's all they say before going back to making more flower crowns, believing that it was a good enough answer to the question
They look surprised at that answer, it is true, they were given that name more as a title, they just adopted it after that to hide their true name
Yeah it is… Then thank you, I chose my actual name myself
"You made a great choice then! Momma named me Asfómenos after she took me in, and I like it!" They love it because they love their mom and she chose it for them
Sounds like it’s from another language
They don’t recognize it, mostly due to most old earth languages being gone in their time
"Probably is, I don't remember what it means though," Asfó places a flower crown on their head and runs off to find a few creatures to give the others to, staying in the meadow where the Drifter could see them
The Drifter just observes them, the child seems strong, the moment they were given hope they started feeling much more lively
After giving away the new floral accessories, they went to one of the trees at the edge of the clearing, a fairly young oak by the looks of it. The child then spread their wings and half flew, half climbed up and into the branches
Drifter got up and went a bit closer, leaning on a tree while watching
Are your wings actually functional?
They seem to be looking for something in the branches but pause at the question. They look at Drifter with a blank expression before speaking. "They are, why?"
Just curious, I've seen humanoids with wings before, but they've always been rather decorative
They replied simply while now fidgeting with a dagger that was previously holstered
Sigh... I said I would do it...
What has Asfó been up to?
A few months ago, Asfó's adopted mother disappeared, pulled through a portal by a copy of herself while Asfó was in the room to witness it. The child has been blaming themself for her disappearance since, and ran off shortly afterwards. So, what has the winged child been up to?
A young child, looking to be between the ages of 5 and 7, was sitting in a meadow surrounded by trees on one side and a lake on the other. There were countless flowers in the tall grass, a wide variety of brightly colored petals attracting bees and butterflies of all sorts.
The child looks out of place, their colorless form standing out under the flower crowns they have weaved, there were some hanging on their arms, a few more layered on top of their head, and a few made to be able to comfortably rest on the child's dark blue - almost black - wings. Their wings are the only part of them that isn't a shade of gray, the dark blue feathers having bright stars scattered across them to form shifting constellations and galaxies.
There are animals in the forest and resting in the meadow that are also adorned with flower crowns. The child, having spent most of their time here weaving the simple accessories, made some for the creatures that had grown used to seeing them and comfortable enough to get close or just ignore the lost child.
So, when the child stood up for the first time since they arrived, the creatures watched them curiously, interested in knowing what had changed. Asfó shook their wings out and stretched the feathery limbs out. Despite the limited use they've gotten, they've been growing well, now quite a bit longer than their arms and strong enough to theoretically hold them in the air for an extended period of time...
But they're dirty. Grass and flowers and dirt coat the primaries and most of the feathers need to be sorted through and organized. So Asfó walks towards the water, sitting down on a little rock to be able to clean their wings properly, something that they learned how to do from watching the birds that visit.
Idk how to end this so there you go
@azuri-arkabane gonna tag you just because
The Drifter had been looking for the child Sapphire mentioned, she said that it seems impossible to track them. It was tough indeed, but not impossible, after searching with various technologies they had found the child, a colorless silhouette in the distance.
Leaving behind their Warframe in the forest they approach, carefully and slowly, as to not scare the child
The effort goes to waste as the child startles anyways, feathers fluffing out as they watch the new person. They back further into the lake, not wanting to be cornered.
The Drifter lifts up their hands and sits down, if they were to attack, the child could escape easily with a big head start. The Drifter doesn't say anything, just looking at the child with concern, keeping their empty hands visible
Asfó doesn't say anything, just watches the stranger and waits for an explanation. They don't think that they can trust their voice, so they don't try to force it to work.
I imagine you are confused as to who I am?
They finally say after a couple more seconds, their voice seems to hold no malice, from what Drifter knew, is that this child can quickly disappear, so they did everything to show they are no threat
They nod, slowly inching back out of the deeper water that they found themself in. Asfó climbs back into their little rock and resumes cleaning their feathers, still wary but not wanting to let this stranger disrupt what they were doing.
The Drifter debated... It seems the child doesn't trust easily... After a bit they made their decision, hoping it'd build at least some trust
Most call me The Drifter, however, the name I've given myself is Azuri... I usually don't tell people that tho
When the feathers were clean and reorganized, Asfó simply watches "The Drifter", waiting for their reason for being here. They've been alone for so long - no one knew where they were! Now this person appears when they were finally thinking about leaving. Rude.
Right... We are getting closer to pulling your mother out of the void.
Maybe they should've started with this, but also, not introducing yourself is rude
Their expression lights up with surprise and hope, a little bit of color returning to them to make their eyes shine with a bright blue and hair a dull red. "Y- you're sav- saving Momma..?" Their voice is hoarse from lack of use and it hurts to talk, but they don't care. They were just told that their Momma was almost back!
Drifter smiles seeing them light up, reminiscent of the times they played with Thrax whenever they went back to Duviri
Yeah, it's difficult, but we are getting there- actually, recently we pulled out someone who's apparently called Natah
They've stopped listening, shaking out their wings before lifting themself into the air and tackling the Drifter into a hug. They mumble broken "thank you"s through happy tears as the rest of their color finally returns. Their tan skin is stained with mud that tries and fails to hide the more silvery stripes all across their limbs. Their short, fluffy hair becomes a vibrant red while their feathers lighten in color just a bit.
Woa-
They exclaimed in surprise, quickly however returning a gentle hug, they’ve lost their own parents, they are happy to give someone the hope of having their mother return
They wrap their wings around the new person and nuzzle into their chest. After a few minutes of this, they manage to pull themself together and look at the Drifter with a determination that they haven't had in a while. "I wanna help, how can I help?"
They look at the child with a bit of pride, that’s the determination they want to see in people
Right now not much, you can be present at our next attempt, I think she’d want to see you first
Asfó smiles and headbutts Drifter, their pointed ear twitching excitedly at the same time as their wings
The Drifter barely flinches, guess they express excitement like this, they can see why Pandora loves them so much, even if they just heard about her
They gasp with an idea and scurry away from the Drifter to collect some flowers, humming happily while their wings keep switching between fluffing out and lying flat
The Drifter just waits, watching them curiously, just how quickly they changed their mood, what a resilient child
They sit down next to the Drifter with a bunch of bright flowers, quickly but expertly weaving them into a little flower crown to offer to their new friend. "I'm Asfó by the way!"
The Drifter takes the flower crown and smiles, it looks really good
Thank you, and Asfó is a pretty name
They place the flower crown on their head, seemingly happy with it
"Thank you! I think your name is pretty too!" Their wings flutter happily as they gather a few more flowers to make another flower crown, this one made with small, yellow flowers instead of the larger purpley flowers they used for the Drifter's
Which one, I did give you two that are used for me
They did tell them their real one, hoping it’d build stronger trust faster, it’s one they rarely give out to people, even Marie had to squeeze it out of them
They tilt their head to the side, confused. "Drifter sounds more like a title than a name." That's all they say before going back to making more flower crowns, believing that it was a good enough answer to the question
They look surprised at that answer, it is true, they were given that name more as a title, they just adopted it after that to hide their true name
Yeah it is… Then thank you, I chose my actual name myself
"You made a great choice then! Momma named me Asfómenos after she took me in, and I like it!" They love it because they love their mom and she chose it for them
Sounds like it’s from another language
They don’t recognize it, mostly due to most old earth languages being gone in their time
"Probably is, I don't remember what it means though," Asfó places a flower crown on their head and runs off to find a few creatures to give the others to, staying in the meadow where the Drifter could see them
The Drifter just observes them, the child seems strong, the moment they were given hope they started feeling much more lively
After giving away the new floral accessories, they went to one of the trees at the edge of the clearing, a fairly young oak by the looks of it. The child then spread their wings and half flew, half climbed up and into the branches
Drifter got up and went a bit closer, leaning on a tree while watching
Are your wings actually functional?
Sigh... I said I would do it...
What has Asfó been up to?
A few months ago, Asfó's adopted mother disappeared, pulled through a portal by a copy of herself while Asfó was in the room to witness it. The child has been blaming themself for her disappearance since, and ran off shortly afterwards. So, what has the winged child been up to?
A young child, looking to be between the ages of 5 and 7, was sitting in a meadow surrounded by trees on one side and a lake on the other. There were countless flowers in the tall grass, a wide variety of brightly colored petals attracting bees and butterflies of all sorts.
The child looks out of place, their colorless form standing out under the flower crowns they have weaved, there were some hanging on their arms, a few more layered on top of their head, and a few made to be able to comfortably rest on the child's dark blue - almost black - wings. Their wings are the only part of them that isn't a shade of gray, the dark blue feathers having bright stars scattered across them to form shifting constellations and galaxies.
There are animals in the forest and resting in the meadow that are also adorned with flower crowns. The child, having spent most of their time here weaving the simple accessories, made some for the creatures that had grown used to seeing them and comfortable enough to get close or just ignore the lost child.
So, when the child stood up for the first time since they arrived, the creatures watched them curiously, interested in knowing what had changed. Asfó shook their wings out and stretched the feathery limbs out. Despite the limited use they've gotten, they've been growing well, now quite a bit longer than their arms and strong enough to theoretically hold them in the air for an extended period of time...
But they're dirty. Grass and flowers and dirt coat the primaries and most of the feathers need to be sorted through and organized. So Asfó walks towards the water, sitting down on a little rock to be able to clean their wings properly, something that they learned how to do from watching the birds that visit.
Idk how to end this so there you go
@azuri-arkabane gonna tag you just because
The Drifter had been looking for the child Sapphire mentioned, she said that it seems impossible to track them. It was tough indeed, but not impossible, after searching with various technologies they had found the child, a colorless silhouette in the distance.
Leaving behind their Warframe in the forest they approach, carefully and slowly, as to not scare the child
The effort goes to waste as the child startles anyways, feathers fluffing out as they watch the new person. They back further into the lake, not wanting to be cornered.
The Drifter lifts up their hands and sits down, if they were to attack, the child could escape easily with a big head start. The Drifter doesn't say anything, just looking at the child with concern, keeping their empty hands visible
Asfó doesn't say anything, just watches the stranger and waits for an explanation. They don't think that they can trust their voice, so they don't try to force it to work.
I imagine you are confused as to who I am?
They finally say after a couple more seconds, their voice seems to hold no malice, from what Drifter knew, is that this child can quickly disappear, so they did everything to show they are no threat
They nod, slowly inching back out of the deeper water that they found themself in. Asfó climbs back into their little rock and resumes cleaning their feathers, still wary but not wanting to let this stranger disrupt what they were doing.
The Drifter debated... It seems the child doesn't trust easily... After a bit they made their decision, hoping it'd build at least some trust
Most call me The Drifter, however, the name I've given myself is Azuri... I usually don't tell people that tho
When the feathers were clean and reorganized, Asfó simply watches "The Drifter", waiting for their reason for being here. They've been alone for so long - no one knew where they were! Now this person appears when they were finally thinking about leaving. Rude.
Right... We are getting closer to pulling your mother out of the void.
Maybe they should've started with this, but also, not introducing yourself is rude
Their expression lights up with surprise and hope, a little bit of color returning to them to make their eyes shine with a bright blue and hair a dull red. "Y- you're sav- saving Momma..?" Their voice is hoarse from lack of use and it hurts to talk, but they don't care. They were just told that their Momma was almost back!
Drifter smiles seeing them light up, reminiscent of the times they played with Thrax whenever they went back to Duviri
Yeah, it's difficult, but we are getting there- actually, recently we pulled out someone who's apparently called Natah
They've stopped listening, shaking out their wings before lifting themself into the air and tackling the Drifter into a hug. They mumble broken "thank you"s through happy tears as the rest of their color finally returns. Their tan skin is stained with mud that tries and fails to hide the more silvery stripes all across their limbs. Their short, fluffy hair becomes a vibrant red while their feathers lighten in color just a bit.
Woa-
They exclaimed in surprise, quickly however returning a gentle hug, they’ve lost their own parents, they are happy to give someone the hope of having their mother return
They wrap their wings around the new person and nuzzle into their chest. After a few minutes of this, they manage to pull themself together and look at the Drifter with a determination that they haven't had in a while. "I wanna help, how can I help?"
They look at the child with a bit of pride, that’s the determination they want to see in people
Right now not much, you can be present at our next attempt, I think she’d want to see you first
Asfó smiles and headbutts Drifter, their pointed ear twitching excitedly at the same time as their wings
The Drifter barely flinches, guess they express excitement like this, they can see why Pandora loves them so much, even if they just heard about her
They gasp with an idea and scurry away from the Drifter to collect some flowers, humming happily while their wings keep switching between fluffing out and lying flat
The Drifter just waits, watching them curiously, just how quickly they changed their mood, what a resilient child
They sit down next to the Drifter with a bunch of bright flowers, quickly but expertly weaving them into a little flower crown to offer to their new friend. "I'm Asfó by the way!"
The Drifter takes the flower crown and smiles, it looks really good
Thank you, and Asfó is a pretty name
They place the flower crown on their head, seemingly happy with it
"Thank you! I think your name is pretty too!" Their wings flutter happily as they gather a few more flowers to make another flower crown, this one made with small, yellow flowers instead of the larger purpley flowers they used for the Drifter's
Which one, I did give you two that are used for me
They did tell them their real one, hoping it’d build stronger trust faster, it’s one they rarely give out to people, even Marie had to squeeze it out of them
They tilt their head to the side, confused. "Drifter sounds more like a title than a name." That's all they say before going back to making more flower crowns, believing that it was a good enough answer to the question
They look surprised at that answer, it is true, they were given that name more as a title, they just adopted it after that to hide their true name
Yeah it is… Then thank you, I chose my actual name myself
"You made a great choice then! Momma named me Asfómenos after she took me in, and I like it!" They love it because they love their mom and she chose it for them
Sounds like it’s from another language
They don’t recognize it, mostly due to most old earth languages being gone in their time
"Probably is, I don't remember what it means though," Asfó places a flower crown on their head and runs off to find a few creatures to give the others to, staying in the meadow where the Drifter could see them
The Drifter just observes them, the child seems strong, the moment they were given hope they started feeling much more lively
Sigh... I said I would do it...
What has Asfó been up to?
A few months ago, Asfó's adopted mother disappeared, pulled through a portal by a copy of herself while Asfó was in the room to witness it. The child has been blaming themself for her disappearance since, and ran off shortly afterwards. So, what has the winged child been up to?
A young child, looking to be between the ages of 5 and 7, was sitting in a meadow surrounded by trees on one side and a lake on the other. There were countless flowers in the tall grass, a wide variety of brightly colored petals attracting bees and butterflies of all sorts.
The child looks out of place, their colorless form standing out under the flower crowns they have weaved, there were some hanging on their arms, a few more layered on top of their head, and a few made to be able to comfortably rest on the child's dark blue - almost black - wings. Their wings are the only part of them that isn't a shade of gray, the dark blue feathers having bright stars scattered across them to form shifting constellations and galaxies.
There are animals in the forest and resting in the meadow that are also adorned with flower crowns. The child, having spent most of their time here weaving the simple accessories, made some for the creatures that had grown used to seeing them and comfortable enough to get close or just ignore the lost child.
So, when the child stood up for the first time since they arrived, the creatures watched them curiously, interested in knowing what had changed. Asfó shook their wings out and stretched the feathery limbs out. Despite the limited use they've gotten, they've been growing well, now quite a bit longer than their arms and strong enough to theoretically hold them in the air for an extended period of time...
But they're dirty. Grass and flowers and dirt coat the primaries and most of the feathers need to be sorted through and organized. So Asfó walks towards the water, sitting down on a little rock to be able to clean their wings properly, something that they learned how to do from watching the birds that visit.
Idk how to end this so there you go
@azuri-arkabane gonna tag you just because
The Drifter had been looking for the child Sapphire mentioned, she said that it seems impossible to track them. It was tough indeed, but not impossible, after searching with various technologies they had found the child, a colorless silhouette in the distance.
Leaving behind their Warframe in the forest they approach, carefully and slowly, as to not scare the child
The effort goes to waste as the child startles anyways, feathers fluffing out as they watch the new person. They back further into the lake, not wanting to be cornered.
The Drifter lifts up their hands and sits down, if they were to attack, the child could escape easily with a big head start. The Drifter doesn't say anything, just looking at the child with concern, keeping their empty hands visible
Asfó doesn't say anything, just watches the stranger and waits for an explanation. They don't think that they can trust their voice, so they don't try to force it to work.
I imagine you are confused as to who I am?
They finally say after a couple more seconds, their voice seems to hold no malice, from what Drifter knew, is that this child can quickly disappear, so they did everything to show they are no threat
They nod, slowly inching back out of the deeper water that they found themself in. Asfó climbs back into their little rock and resumes cleaning their feathers, still wary but not wanting to let this stranger disrupt what they were doing.
The Drifter debated... It seems the child doesn't trust easily... After a bit they made their decision, hoping it'd build at least some trust
Most call me The Drifter, however, the name I've given myself is Azuri... I usually don't tell people that tho
When the feathers were clean and reorganized, Asfó simply watches "The Drifter", waiting for their reason for being here. They've been alone for so long - no one knew where they were! Now this person appears when they were finally thinking about leaving. Rude.
Right... We are getting closer to pulling your mother out of the void.
Maybe they should've started with this, but also, not introducing yourself is rude
Their expression lights up with surprise and hope, a little bit of color returning to them to make their eyes shine with a bright blue and hair a dull red. "Y- you're sav- saving Momma..?" Their voice is hoarse from lack of use and it hurts to talk, but they don't care. They were just told that their Momma was almost back!
Drifter smiles seeing them light up, reminiscent of the times they played with Thrax whenever they went back to Duviri
Yeah, it's difficult, but we are getting there- actually, recently we pulled out someone who's apparently called Natah
They've stopped listening, shaking out their wings before lifting themself into the air and tackling the Drifter into a hug. They mumble broken "thank you"s through happy tears as the rest of their color finally returns. Their tan skin is stained with mud that tries and fails to hide the more silvery stripes all across their limbs. Their short, fluffy hair becomes a vibrant red while their feathers lighten in color just a bit.
Woa-
They exclaimed in surprise, quickly however returning a gentle hug, they’ve lost their own parents, they are happy to give someone the hope of having their mother return
They wrap their wings around the new person and nuzzle into their chest. After a few minutes of this, they manage to pull themself together and look at the Drifter with a determination that they haven't had in a while. "I wanna help, how can I help?"
They look at the child with a bit of pride, that’s the determination they want to see in people
Right now not much, you can be present at our next attempt, I think she’d want to see you first
Asfó smiles and headbutts Drifter, their pointed ear twitching excitedly at the same time as their wings
The Drifter barely flinches, guess they express excitement like this, they can see why Pandora loves them so much, even if they just heard about her
They gasp with an idea and scurry away from the Drifter to collect some flowers, humming happily while their wings keep switching between fluffing out and lying flat
The Drifter just waits, watching them curiously, just how quickly they changed their mood, what a resilient child
They sit down next to the Drifter with a bunch of bright flowers, quickly but expertly weaving them into a little flower crown to offer to their new friend. "I'm Asfó by the way!"
The Drifter takes the flower crown and smiles, it looks really good
Thank you, and Asfó is a pretty name
They place the flower crown on their head, seemingly happy with it
"Thank you! I think your name is pretty too!" Their wings flutter happily as they gather a few more flowers to make another flower crown, this one made with small, yellow flowers instead of the larger purpley flowers they used for the Drifter's
Which one, I did give you two that are used for me
They did tell them their real one, hoping it’d build stronger trust faster, it’s one they rarely give out to people, even Marie had to squeeze it out of them
They tilt their head to the side, confused. "Drifter sounds more like a title than a name." That's all they say before going back to making more flower crowns, believing that it was a good enough answer to the question
They look surprised at that answer, it is true, they were given that name more as a title, they just adopted it after that to hide their true name
Yeah it is… Then thank you, I chose my actual name myself
"You made a great choice then! Momma named me Asfómenos after she took me in, and I like it!" They love it because they love their mom and she chose it for them
Sounds like it’s from another language
They don’t recognize it, mostly due to most old earth languages being gone in their time
Sigh... I said I would do it...
What has Asfó been up to?
A few months ago, Asfó's adopted mother disappeared, pulled through a portal by a copy of herself while Asfó was in the room to witness it. The child has been blaming themself for her disappearance since, and ran off shortly afterwards. So, what has the winged child been up to?
A young child, looking to be between the ages of 5 and 7, was sitting in a meadow surrounded by trees on one side and a lake on the other. There were countless flowers in the tall grass, a wide variety of brightly colored petals attracting bees and butterflies of all sorts.
The child looks out of place, their colorless form standing out under the flower crowns they have weaved, there were some hanging on their arms, a few more layered on top of their head, and a few made to be able to comfortably rest on the child's dark blue - almost black - wings. Their wings are the only part of them that isn't a shade of gray, the dark blue feathers having bright stars scattered across them to form shifting constellations and galaxies.
There are animals in the forest and resting in the meadow that are also adorned with flower crowns. The child, having spent most of their time here weaving the simple accessories, made some for the creatures that had grown used to seeing them and comfortable enough to get close or just ignore the lost child.
So, when the child stood up for the first time since they arrived, the creatures watched them curiously, interested in knowing what had changed. Asfó shook their wings out and stretched the feathery limbs out. Despite the limited use they've gotten, they've been growing well, now quite a bit longer than their arms and strong enough to theoretically hold them in the air for an extended period of time...
But they're dirty. Grass and flowers and dirt coat the primaries and most of the feathers need to be sorted through and organized. So Asfó walks towards the water, sitting down on a little rock to be able to clean their wings properly, something that they learned how to do from watching the birds that visit.
Idk how to end this so there you go
@azuri-arkabane gonna tag you just because
The Drifter had been looking for the child Sapphire mentioned, she said that it seems impossible to track them. It was tough indeed, but not impossible, after searching with various technologies they had found the child, a colorless silhouette in the distance.
Leaving behind their Warframe in the forest they approach, carefully and slowly, as to not scare the child
The effort goes to waste as the child startles anyways, feathers fluffing out as they watch the new person. They back further into the lake, not wanting to be cornered.
The Drifter lifts up their hands and sits down, if they were to attack, the child could escape easily with a big head start. The Drifter doesn't say anything, just looking at the child with concern, keeping their empty hands visible
Asfó doesn't say anything, just watches the stranger and waits for an explanation. They don't think that they can trust their voice, so they don't try to force it to work.
I imagine you are confused as to who I am?
They finally say after a couple more seconds, their voice seems to hold no malice, from what Drifter knew, is that this child can quickly disappear, so they did everything to show they are no threat
They nod, slowly inching back out of the deeper water that they found themself in. Asfó climbs back into their little rock and resumes cleaning their feathers, still wary but not wanting to let this stranger disrupt what they were doing.
The Drifter debated... It seems the child doesn't trust easily... After a bit they made their decision, hoping it'd build at least some trust
Most call me The Drifter, however, the name I've given myself is Azuri... I usually don't tell people that tho
When the feathers were clean and reorganized, Asfó simply watches "The Drifter", waiting for their reason for being here. They've been alone for so long - no one knew where they were! Now this person appears when they were finally thinking about leaving. Rude.
Right... We are getting closer to pulling your mother out of the void.
Maybe they should've started with this, but also, not introducing yourself is rude
Their expression lights up with surprise and hope, a little bit of color returning to them to make their eyes shine with a bright blue and hair a dull red. "Y- you're sav- saving Momma..?" Their voice is hoarse from lack of use and it hurts to talk, but they don't care. They were just told that their Momma was almost back!
Drifter smiles seeing them light up, reminiscent of the times they played with Thrax whenever they went back to Duviri
Yeah, it's difficult, but we are getting there- actually, recently we pulled out someone who's apparently called Natah
They've stopped listening, shaking out their wings before lifting themself into the air and tackling the Drifter into a hug. They mumble broken "thank you"s through happy tears as the rest of their color finally returns. Their tan skin is stained with mud that tries and fails to hide the more silvery stripes all across their limbs. Their short, fluffy hair becomes a vibrant red while their feathers lighten in color just a bit.
Woa-
They exclaimed in surprise, quickly however returning a gentle hug, they’ve lost their own parents, they are happy to give someone the hope of having their mother return
They wrap their wings around the new person and nuzzle into their chest. After a few minutes of this, they manage to pull themself together and look at the Drifter with a determination that they haven't had in a while. "I wanna help, how can I help?"
They look at the child with a bit of pride, that’s the determination they want to see in people
Right now not much, you can be present at our next attempt, I think she’d want to see you first
Asfó smiles and headbutts Drifter, their pointed ear twitching excitedly at the same time as their wings
The Drifter barely flinches, guess they express excitement like this, they can see why Pandora loves them so much, even if they just heard about her
They gasp with an idea and scurry away from the Drifter to collect some flowers, humming happily while their wings keep switching between fluffing out and lying flat
The Drifter just waits, watching them curiously, just how quickly they changed their mood, what a resilient child
They sit down next to the Drifter with a bunch of bright flowers, quickly but expertly weaving them into a little flower crown to offer to their new friend. "I'm Asfó by the way!"
The Drifter takes the flower crown and smiles, it looks really good
Thank you, and Asfó is a pretty name
They place the flower crown on their head, seemingly happy with it
"Thank you! I think your name is pretty too!" Their wings flutter happily as they gather a few more flowers to make another flower crown, this one made with small, yellow flowers instead of the larger purpley flowers they used for the Drifter's
Which one, I did give you two that are used for me
They did tell them their real one, hoping it’d build stronger trust faster, it’s one they rarely give out to people, even Marie had to squeeze it out of them
They tilt their head to the side, confused. "Drifter sounds more like a title than a name." That's all they say before going back to making more flower crowns, believing that it was a good enough answer to the question
They look surprised at that answer, it is true, they were given that name more as a title, they just adopted it after that to hide their true name
Yeah it is… Then thank you, I chose my actual name myself
Sigh... I said I would do it...
What has Asfó been up to?
A few months ago, Asfó's adopted mother disappeared, pulled through a portal by a copy of herself while Asfó was in the room to witness it. The child has been blaming themself for her disappearance since, and ran off shortly afterwards. So, what has the winged child been up to?
A young child, looking to be between the ages of 5 and 7, was sitting in a meadow surrounded by trees on one side and a lake on the other. There were countless flowers in the tall grass, a wide variety of brightly colored petals attracting bees and butterflies of all sorts.
The child looks out of place, their colorless form standing out under the flower crowns they have weaved, there were some hanging on their arms, a few more layered on top of their head, and a few made to be able to comfortably rest on the child's dark blue - almost black - wings. Their wings are the only part of them that isn't a shade of gray, the dark blue feathers having bright stars scattered across them to form shifting constellations and galaxies.
There are animals in the forest and resting in the meadow that are also adorned with flower crowns. The child, having spent most of their time here weaving the simple accessories, made some for the creatures that had grown used to seeing them and comfortable enough to get close or just ignore the lost child.
So, when the child stood up for the first time since they arrived, the creatures watched them curiously, interested in knowing what had changed. Asfó shook their wings out and stretched the feathery limbs out. Despite the limited use they've gotten, they've been growing well, now quite a bit longer than their arms and strong enough to theoretically hold them in the air for an extended period of time...
But they're dirty. Grass and flowers and dirt coat the primaries and most of the feathers need to be sorted through and organized. So Asfó walks towards the water, sitting down on a little rock to be able to clean their wings properly, something that they learned how to do from watching the birds that visit.
Idk how to end this so there you go
@azuri-arkabane gonna tag you just because
The Drifter had been looking for the child Sapphire mentioned, she said that it seems impossible to track them. It was tough indeed, but not impossible, after searching with various technologies they had found the child, a colorless silhouette in the distance.
Leaving behind their Warframe in the forest they approach, carefully and slowly, as to not scare the child
The effort goes to waste as the child startles anyways, feathers fluffing out as they watch the new person. They back further into the lake, not wanting to be cornered.
The Drifter lifts up their hands and sits down, if they were to attack, the child could escape easily with a big head start. The Drifter doesn't say anything, just looking at the child with concern, keeping their empty hands visible
Asfó doesn't say anything, just watches the stranger and waits for an explanation. They don't think that they can trust their voice, so they don't try to force it to work.
I imagine you are confused as to who I am?
They finally say after a couple more seconds, their voice seems to hold no malice, from what Drifter knew, is that this child can quickly disappear, so they did everything to show they are no threat
They nod, slowly inching back out of the deeper water that they found themself in. Asfó climbs back into their little rock and resumes cleaning their feathers, still wary but not wanting to let this stranger disrupt what they were doing.
The Drifter debated... It seems the child doesn't trust easily... After a bit they made their decision, hoping it'd build at least some trust
Most call me The Drifter, however, the name I've given myself is Azuri... I usually don't tell people that tho
When the feathers were clean and reorganized, Asfó simply watches "The Drifter", waiting for their reason for being here. They've been alone for so long - no one knew where they were! Now this person appears when they were finally thinking about leaving. Rude.
Right... We are getting closer to pulling your mother out of the void.
Maybe they should've started with this, but also, not introducing yourself is rude
Their expression lights up with surprise and hope, a little bit of color returning to them to make their eyes shine with a bright blue and hair a dull red. "Y- you're sav- saving Momma..?" Their voice is hoarse from lack of use and it hurts to talk, but they don't care. They were just told that their Momma was almost back!
Drifter smiles seeing them light up, reminiscent of the times they played with Thrax whenever they went back to Duviri
Yeah, it's difficult, but we are getting there- actually, recently we pulled out someone who's apparently called Natah
They've stopped listening, shaking out their wings before lifting themself into the air and tackling the Drifter into a hug. They mumble broken "thank you"s through happy tears as the rest of their color finally returns. Their tan skin is stained with mud that tries and fails to hide the more silvery stripes all across their limbs. Their short, fluffy hair becomes a vibrant red while their feathers lighten in color just a bit.
Woa-
They exclaimed in surprise, quickly however returning a gentle hug, they’ve lost their own parents, they are happy to give someone the hope of having their mother return
They wrap their wings around the new person and nuzzle into their chest. After a few minutes of this, they manage to pull themself together and look at the Drifter with a determination that they haven't had in a while. "I wanna help, how can I help?"
They look at the child with a bit of pride, that’s the determination they want to see in people
Right now not much, you can be present at our next attempt, I think she’d want to see you first
Asfó smiles and headbutts Drifter, their pointed ear twitching excitedly at the same time as their wings
The Drifter barely flinches, guess they express excitement like this, they can see why Pandora loves them so much, even if they just heard about her
They gasp with an idea and scurry away from the Drifter to collect some flowers, humming happily while their wings keep switching between fluffing out and lying flat
The Drifter just waits, watching them curiously, just how quickly they changed their mood, what a resilient child
They sit down next to the Drifter with a bunch of bright flowers, quickly but expertly weaving them into a little flower crown to offer to their new friend. "I'm Asfó by the way!"
The Drifter takes the flower crown and smiles, it looks really good
Thank you, and Asfó is a pretty name
They place the flower crown on their head, seemingly happy with it
"Thank you! I think your name is pretty too!" Their wings flutter happily as they gather a few more flowers to make another flower crown, this one made with small, yellow flowers instead of the larger purpley flowers they used for the Drifter's
Which one, I did give you two that are used for me
They did tell them their real one, hoping it’d build stronger trust faster, it’s one they rarely give out to people, even Marie had to squeeze it out of them
Sigh... I said I would do it...
What has Asfó been up to?
A few months ago, Asfó's adopted mother disappeared, pulled through a portal by a copy of herself while Asfó was in the room to witness it. The child has been blaming themself for her disappearance since, and ran off shortly afterwards. So, what has the winged child been up to?
A young child, looking to be between the ages of 5 and 7, was sitting in a meadow surrounded by trees on one side and a lake on the other. There were countless flowers in the tall grass, a wide variety of brightly colored petals attracting bees and butterflies of all sorts.
The child looks out of place, their colorless form standing out under the flower crowns they have weaved, there were some hanging on their arms, a few more layered on top of their head, and a few made to be able to comfortably rest on the child's dark blue - almost black - wings. Their wings are the only part of them that isn't a shade of gray, the dark blue feathers having bright stars scattered across them to form shifting constellations and galaxies.
There are animals in the forest and resting in the meadow that are also adorned with flower crowns. The child, having spent most of their time here weaving the simple accessories, made some for the creatures that had grown used to seeing them and comfortable enough to get close or just ignore the lost child.
So, when the child stood up for the first time since they arrived, the creatures watched them curiously, interested in knowing what had changed. Asfó shook their wings out and stretched the feathery limbs out. Despite the limited use they've gotten, they've been growing well, now quite a bit longer than their arms and strong enough to theoretically hold them in the air for an extended period of time...
But they're dirty. Grass and flowers and dirt coat the primaries and most of the feathers need to be sorted through and organized. So Asfó walks towards the water, sitting down on a little rock to be able to clean their wings properly, something that they learned how to do from watching the birds that visit.
Idk how to end this so there you go
@azuri-arkabane gonna tag you just because
The Drifter had been looking for the child Sapphire mentioned, she said that it seems impossible to track them. It was tough indeed, but not impossible, after searching with various technologies they had found the child, a colorless silhouette in the distance.
Leaving behind their Warframe in the forest they approach, carefully and slowly, as to not scare the child
The effort goes to waste as the child startles anyways, feathers fluffing out as they watch the new person. They back further into the lake, not wanting to be cornered.
The Drifter lifts up their hands and sits down, if they were to attack, the child could escape easily with a big head start. The Drifter doesn't say anything, just looking at the child with concern, keeping their empty hands visible
Asfó doesn't say anything, just watches the stranger and waits for an explanation. They don't think that they can trust their voice, so they don't try to force it to work.
I imagine you are confused as to who I am?
They finally say after a couple more seconds, their voice seems to hold no malice, from what Drifter knew, is that this child can quickly disappear, so they did everything to show they are no threat
They nod, slowly inching back out of the deeper water that they found themself in. Asfó climbs back into their little rock and resumes cleaning their feathers, still wary but not wanting to let this stranger disrupt what they were doing.
The Drifter debated... It seems the child doesn't trust easily... After a bit they made their decision, hoping it'd build at least some trust
Most call me The Drifter, however, the name I've given myself is Azuri... I usually don't tell people that tho
When the feathers were clean and reorganized, Asfó simply watches "The Drifter", waiting for their reason for being here. They've been alone for so long - no one knew where they were! Now this person appears when they were finally thinking about leaving. Rude.
Right... We are getting closer to pulling your mother out of the void.
Maybe they should've started with this, but also, not introducing yourself is rude
Their expression lights up with surprise and hope, a little bit of color returning to them to make their eyes shine with a bright blue and hair a dull red. "Y- you're sav- saving Momma..?" Their voice is hoarse from lack of use and it hurts to talk, but they don't care. They were just told that their Momma was almost back!
Drifter smiles seeing them light up, reminiscent of the times they played with Thrax whenever they went back to Duviri
Yeah, it's difficult, but we are getting there- actually, recently we pulled out someone who's apparently called Natah
They've stopped listening, shaking out their wings before lifting themself into the air and tackling the Drifter into a hug. They mumble broken "thank you"s through happy tears as the rest of their color finally returns. Their tan skin is stained with mud that tries and fails to hide the more silvery stripes all across their limbs. Their short, fluffy hair becomes a vibrant red while their feathers lighten in color just a bit.
Woa-
They exclaimed in surprise, quickly however returning a gentle hug, they’ve lost their own parents, they are happy to give someone the hope of having their mother return
They wrap their wings around the new person and nuzzle into their chest. After a few minutes of this, they manage to pull themself together and look at the Drifter with a determination that they haven't had in a while. "I wanna help, how can I help?"
They look at the child with a bit of pride, that’s the determination they want to see in people
Right now not much, you can be present at our next attempt, I think she’d want to see you first
Asfó smiles and headbutts Drifter, their pointed ear twitching excitedly at the same time as their wings
The Drifter barely flinches, guess they express excitement like this, they can see why Pandora loves them so much, even if they just heard about her
They gasp with an idea and scurry away from the Drifter to collect some flowers, humming happily while their wings keep switching between fluffing out and lying flat
The Drifter just waits, watching them curiously, just how quickly they changed their mood, what a resilient child
They sit down next to the Drifter with a bunch of bright flowers, quickly but expertly weaving them into a little flower crown to offer to their new friend. "I'm Asfó by the way!"
The Drifter takes the flower crown and smiles, it looks really good
Thank you, and Asfó is a pretty name
They place the flower crown on their head, seemingly happy with it
Yeah, Drifter? The child's joyful mood will start to go down in like. An hour or two. The only reason that they're so happy right now is that you have given them the first bit of hope of seeing their mother in a good few months
Good luck with dealing with them after that
Hey
Can you like
Let me have a life and not time pressure me?
Thanks
Sigh... I said I would do it...
What has Asfó been up to?
A few months ago, Asfó's adopted mother disappeared, pulled through a portal by a copy of herself while Asfó was in the room to witness it. The child has been blaming themself for her disappearance since, and ran off shortly afterwards. So, what has the winged child been up to?
A young child, looking to be between the ages of 5 and 7, was sitting in a meadow surrounded by trees on one side and a lake on the other. There were countless flowers in the tall grass, a wide variety of brightly colored petals attracting bees and butterflies of all sorts.
The child looks out of place, their colorless form standing out under the flower crowns they have weaved, there were some hanging on their arms, a few more layered on top of their head, and a few made to be able to comfortably rest on the child's dark blue - almost black - wings. Their wings are the only part of them that isn't a shade of gray, the dark blue feathers having bright stars scattered across them to form shifting constellations and galaxies.
There are animals in the forest and resting in the meadow that are also adorned with flower crowns. The child, having spent most of their time here weaving the simple accessories, made some for the creatures that had grown used to seeing them and comfortable enough to get close or just ignore the lost child.
So, when the child stood up for the first time since they arrived, the creatures watched them curiously, interested in knowing what had changed. Asfó shook their wings out and stretched the feathery limbs out. Despite the limited use they've gotten, they've been growing well, now quite a bit longer than their arms and strong enough to theoretically hold them in the air for an extended period of time...
But they're dirty. Grass and flowers and dirt coat the primaries and most of the feathers need to be sorted through and organized. So Asfó walks towards the water, sitting down on a little rock to be able to clean their wings properly, something that they learned how to do from watching the birds that visit.
Idk how to end this so there you go
@azuri-arkabane gonna tag you just because
The Drifter had been looking for the child Sapphire mentioned, she said that it seems impossible to track them. It was tough indeed, but not impossible, after searching with various technologies they had found the child, a colorless silhouette in the distance.
Leaving behind their Warframe in the forest they approach, carefully and slowly, as to not scare the child
The effort goes to waste as the child startles anyways, feathers fluffing out as they watch the new person. They back further into the lake, not wanting to be cornered.
The Drifter lifts up their hands and sits down, if they were to attack, the child could escape easily with a big head start. The Drifter doesn't say anything, just looking at the child with concern, keeping their empty hands visible
Asfó doesn't say anything, just watches the stranger and waits for an explanation. They don't think that they can trust their voice, so they don't try to force it to work.
I imagine you are confused as to who I am?
They finally say after a couple more seconds, their voice seems to hold no malice, from what Drifter knew, is that this child can quickly disappear, so they did everything to show they are no threat
They nod, slowly inching back out of the deeper water that they found themself in. Asfó climbs back into their little rock and resumes cleaning their feathers, still wary but not wanting to let this stranger disrupt what they were doing.
The Drifter debated... It seems the child doesn't trust easily... After a bit they made their decision, hoping it'd build at least some trust
Most call me The Drifter, however, the name I've given myself is Azuri... I usually don't tell people that tho
When the feathers were clean and reorganized, Asfó simply watches "The Drifter", waiting for their reason for being here. They've been alone for so long - no one knew where they were! Now this person appears when they were finally thinking about leaving. Rude.
Right... We are getting closer to pulling your mother out of the void.
Maybe they should've started with this, but also, not introducing yourself is rude
Their expression lights up with surprise and hope, a little bit of color returning to them to make their eyes shine with a bright blue and hair a dull red. "Y- you're sav- saving Momma..?" Their voice is hoarse from lack of use and it hurts to talk, but they don't care. They were just told that their Momma was almost back!
Drifter smiles seeing them light up, reminiscent of the times they played with Thrax whenever they went back to Duviri
Yeah, it's difficult, but we are getting there- actually, recently we pulled out someone who's apparently called Natah
They've stopped listening, shaking out their wings before lifting themself into the air and tackling the Drifter into a hug. They mumble broken "thank you"s through happy tears as the rest of their color finally returns. Their tan skin is stained with mud that tries and fails to hide the more silvery stripes all across their limbs. Their short, fluffy hair becomes a vibrant red while their feathers lighten in color just a bit.
Woa-
They exclaimed in surprise, quickly however returning a gentle hug, they’ve lost their own parents, they are happy to give someone the hope of having their mother return
They wrap their wings around the new person and nuzzle into their chest. After a few minutes of this, they manage to pull themself together and look at the Drifter with a determination that they haven't had in a while. "I wanna help, how can I help?"
They look at the child with a bit of pride, that’s the determination they want to see in people
Right now not much, you can be present at our next attempt, I think she’d want to see you first
Asfó smiles and headbutts Drifter, their pointed ear twitching excitedly at the same time as their wings
The Drifter barely flinches, guess they express excitement like this, they can see why Pandora loves them so much, even if they just heard about her
They gasp with an idea and scurry away from the Drifter to collect some flowers, humming happily while their wings keep switching between fluffing out and lying flat
The Drifter just waits, watching them curiously, just how quickly they changed their mood, what a resilient child
Sigh... I said I would do it...
What has Asfó been up to?
A few months ago, Asfó's adopted mother disappeared, pulled through a portal by a copy of herself while Asfó was in the room to witness it. The child has been blaming themself for her disappearance since, and ran off shortly afterwards. So, what has the winged child been up to?
A young child, looking to be between the ages of 5 and 7, was sitting in a meadow surrounded by trees on one side and a lake on the other. There were countless flowers in the tall grass, a wide variety of brightly colored petals attracting bees and butterflies of all sorts.
The child looks out of place, their colorless form standing out under the flower crowns they have weaved, there were some hanging on their arms, a few more layered on top of their head, and a few made to be able to comfortably rest on the child's dark blue - almost black - wings. Their wings are the only part of them that isn't a shade of gray, the dark blue feathers having bright stars scattered across them to form shifting constellations and galaxies.
There are animals in the forest and resting in the meadow that are also adorned with flower crowns. The child, having spent most of their time here weaving the simple accessories, made some for the creatures that had grown used to seeing them and comfortable enough to get close or just ignore the lost child.
So, when the child stood up for the first time since they arrived, the creatures watched them curiously, interested in knowing what had changed. Asfó shook their wings out and stretched the feathery limbs out. Despite the limited use they've gotten, they've been growing well, now quite a bit longer than their arms and strong enough to theoretically hold them in the air for an extended period of time...
But they're dirty. Grass and flowers and dirt coat the primaries and most of the feathers need to be sorted through and organized. So Asfó walks towards the water, sitting down on a little rock to be able to clean their wings properly, something that they learned how to do from watching the birds that visit.
Idk how to end this so there you go
@azuri-arkabane gonna tag you just because
The Drifter had been looking for the child Sapphire mentioned, she said that it seems impossible to track them. It was tough indeed, but not impossible, after searching with various technologies they had found the child, a colorless silhouette in the distance.
Leaving behind their Warframe in the forest they approach, carefully and slowly, as to not scare the child
The effort goes to waste as the child startles anyways, feathers fluffing out as they watch the new person. They back further into the lake, not wanting to be cornered.
The Drifter lifts up their hands and sits down, if they were to attack, the child could escape easily with a big head start. The Drifter doesn't say anything, just looking at the child with concern, keeping their empty hands visible
Asfó doesn't say anything, just watches the stranger and waits for an explanation. They don't think that they can trust their voice, so they don't try to force it to work.
I imagine you are confused as to who I am?
They finally say after a couple more seconds, their voice seems to hold no malice, from what Drifter knew, is that this child can quickly disappear, so they did everything to show they are no threat
They nod, slowly inching back out of the deeper water that they found themself in. Asfó climbs back into their little rock and resumes cleaning their feathers, still wary but not wanting to let this stranger disrupt what they were doing.
The Drifter debated... It seems the child doesn't trust easily... After a bit they made their decision, hoping it'd build at least some trust
Most call me The Drifter, however, the name I've given myself is Azuri... I usually don't tell people that tho
When the feathers were clean and reorganized, Asfó simply watches "The Drifter", waiting for their reason for being here. They've been alone for so long - no one knew where they were! Now this person appears when they were finally thinking about leaving. Rude.
Right... We are getting closer to pulling your mother out of the void.
Maybe they should've started with this, but also, not introducing yourself is rude
Their expression lights up with surprise and hope, a little bit of color returning to them to make their eyes shine with a bright blue and hair a dull red. "Y- you're sav- saving Momma..?" Their voice is hoarse from lack of use and it hurts to talk, but they don't care. They were just told that their Momma was almost back!
Drifter smiles seeing them light up, reminiscent of the times they played with Thrax whenever they went back to Duviri
Yeah, it's difficult, but we are getting there- actually, recently we pulled out someone who's apparently called Natah
They've stopped listening, shaking out their wings before lifting themself into the air and tackling the Drifter into a hug. They mumble broken "thank you"s through happy tears as the rest of their color finally returns. Their tan skin is stained with mud that tries and fails to hide the more silvery stripes all across their limbs. Their short, fluffy hair becomes a vibrant red while their feathers lighten in color just a bit.
Woa-
They exclaimed in surprise, quickly however returning a gentle hug, they’ve lost their own parents, they are happy to give someone the hope of having their mother return
They wrap their wings around the new person and nuzzle into their chest. After a few minutes of this, they manage to pull themself together and look at the Drifter with a determination that they haven't had in a while. "I wanna help, how can I help?"
They look at the child with a bit of pride, that’s the determination they want to see in people
Right now not much, you can be present at our next attempt, I think she’d want to see you first
Asfó smiles and headbutts Drifter, their pointed ear twitching excitedly at the same time as their wings
The Drifter barely flinches, guess they express excitement like this, they can see why Pandora loves them so much, even if they just heard about her
Sigh... I said I would do it...
What has Asfó been up to?
A few months ago, Asfó's adopted mother disappeared, pulled through a portal by a copy of herself while Asfó was in the room to witness it. The child has been blaming themself for her disappearance since, and ran off shortly afterwards. So, what has the winged child been up to?
A young child, looking to be between the ages of 5 and 7, was sitting in a meadow surrounded by trees on one side and a lake on the other. There were countless flowers in the tall grass, a wide variety of brightly colored petals attracting bees and butterflies of all sorts.
The child looks out of place, their colorless form standing out under the flower crowns they have weaved, there were some hanging on their arms, a few more layered on top of their head, and a few made to be able to comfortably rest on the child's dark blue - almost black - wings. Their wings are the only part of them that isn't a shade of gray, the dark blue feathers having bright stars scattered across them to form shifting constellations and galaxies.
There are animals in the forest and resting in the meadow that are also adorned with flower crowns. The child, having spent most of their time here weaving the simple accessories, made some for the creatures that had grown used to seeing them and comfortable enough to get close or just ignore the lost child.
So, when the child stood up for the first time since they arrived, the creatures watched them curiously, interested in knowing what had changed. Asfó shook their wings out and stretched the feathery limbs out. Despite the limited use they've gotten, they've been growing well, now quite a bit longer than their arms and strong enough to theoretically hold them in the air for an extended period of time...
But they're dirty. Grass and flowers and dirt coat the primaries and most of the feathers need to be sorted through and organized. So Asfó walks towards the water, sitting down on a little rock to be able to clean their wings properly, something that they learned how to do from watching the birds that visit.
Idk how to end this so there you go
@azuri-arkabane gonna tag you just because
The Drifter had been looking for the child Sapphire mentioned, she said that it seems impossible to track them. It was tough indeed, but not impossible, after searching with various technologies they had found the child, a colorless silhouette in the distance.
Leaving behind their Warframe in the forest they approach, carefully and slowly, as to not scare the child
The effort goes to waste as the child startles anyways, feathers fluffing out as they watch the new person. They back further into the lake, not wanting to be cornered.
The Drifter lifts up their hands and sits down, if they were to attack, the child could escape easily with a big head start. The Drifter doesn't say anything, just looking at the child with concern, keeping their empty hands visible
Asfó doesn't say anything, just watches the stranger and waits for an explanation. They don't think that they can trust their voice, so they don't try to force it to work.
I imagine you are confused as to who I am?
They finally say after a couple more seconds, their voice seems to hold no malice, from what Drifter knew, is that this child can quickly disappear, so they did everything to show they are no threat
They nod, slowly inching back out of the deeper water that they found themself in. Asfó climbs back into their little rock and resumes cleaning their feathers, still wary but not wanting to let this stranger disrupt what they were doing.
The Drifter debated... It seems the child doesn't trust easily... After a bit they made their decision, hoping it'd build at least some trust
Most call me The Drifter, however, the name I've given myself is Azuri... I usually don't tell people that tho
When the feathers were clean and reorganized, Asfó simply watches "The Drifter", waiting for their reason for being here. They've been alone for so long - no one knew where they were! Now this person appears when they were finally thinking about leaving. Rude.
Right... We are getting closer to pulling your mother out of the void.
Maybe they should've started with this, but also, not introducing yourself is rude
Their expression lights up with surprise and hope, a little bit of color returning to them to make their eyes shine with a bright blue and hair a dull red. "Y- you're sav- saving Momma..?" Their voice is hoarse from lack of use and it hurts to talk, but they don't care. They were just told that their Momma was almost back!
Drifter smiles seeing them light up, reminiscent of the times they played with Thrax whenever they went back to Duviri
Yeah, it's difficult, but we are getting there- actually, recently we pulled out someone who's apparently called Natah
They've stopped listening, shaking out their wings before lifting themself into the air and tackling the Drifter into a hug. They mumble broken "thank you"s through happy tears as the rest of their color finally returns. Their tan skin is stained with mud that tries and fails to hide the more silvery stripes all across their limbs. Their short, fluffy hair becomes a vibrant red while their feathers lighten in color just a bit.
Woa-
They exclaimed in surprise, quickly however returning a gentle hug, they’ve lost their own parents, they are happy to give someone the hope of having their mother return
They wrap their wings around the new person and nuzzle into their chest. After a few minutes of this, they manage to pull themself together and look at the Drifter with a determination that they haven't had in a while. "I wanna help, how can I help?"
They look at the child with a bit of pride, that’s the determination they want to see in people
Right now not much, you can be present at our next attempt, I think she’d want to see you first
Sigh... I said I would do it...
What has Asfó been up to?
A few months ago, Asfó's adopted mother disappeared, pulled through a portal by a copy of herself while Asfó was in the room to witness it. The child has been blaming themself for her disappearance since, and ran off shortly afterwards. So, what has the winged child been up to?
A young child, looking to be between the ages of 5 and 7, was sitting in a meadow surrounded by trees on one side and a lake on the other. There were countless flowers in the tall grass, a wide variety of brightly colored petals attracting bees and butterflies of all sorts.
The child looks out of place, their colorless form standing out under the flower crowns they have weaved, there were some hanging on their arms, a few more layered on top of their head, and a few made to be able to comfortably rest on the child's dark blue - almost black - wings. Their wings are the only part of them that isn't a shade of gray, the dark blue feathers having bright stars scattered across them to form shifting constellations and galaxies.
There are animals in the forest and resting in the meadow that are also adorned with flower crowns. The child, having spent most of their time here weaving the simple accessories, made some for the creatures that had grown used to seeing them and comfortable enough to get close or just ignore the lost child.
So, when the child stood up for the first time since they arrived, the creatures watched them curiously, interested in knowing what had changed. Asfó shook their wings out and stretched the feathery limbs out. Despite the limited use they've gotten, they've been growing well, now quite a bit longer than their arms and strong enough to theoretically hold them in the air for an extended period of time...
But they're dirty. Grass and flowers and dirt coat the primaries and most of the feathers need to be sorted through and organized. So Asfó walks towards the water, sitting down on a little rock to be able to clean their wings properly, something that they learned how to do from watching the birds that visit.
Idk how to end this so there you go
@azuri-arkabane gonna tag you just because
The Drifter had been looking for the child Sapphire mentioned, she said that it seems impossible to track them. It was tough indeed, but not impossible, after searching with various technologies they had found the child, a colorless silhouette in the distance.
Leaving behind their Warframe in the forest they approach, carefully and slowly, as to not scare the child
The effort goes to waste as the child startles anyways, feathers fluffing out as they watch the new person. They back further into the lake, not wanting to be cornered.
The Drifter lifts up their hands and sits down, if they were to attack, the child could escape easily with a big head start. The Drifter doesn't say anything, just looking at the child with concern, keeping their empty hands visible
Asfó doesn't say anything, just watches the stranger and waits for an explanation. They don't think that they can trust their voice, so they don't try to force it to work.
I imagine you are confused as to who I am?
They finally say after a couple more seconds, their voice seems to hold no malice, from what Drifter knew, is that this child can quickly disappear, so they did everything to show they are no threat
They nod, slowly inching back out of the deeper water that they found themself in. Asfó climbs back into their little rock and resumes cleaning their feathers, still wary but not wanting to let this stranger disrupt what they were doing.
The Drifter debated... It seems the child doesn't trust easily... After a bit they made their decision, hoping it'd build at least some trust
Most call me The Drifter, however, the name I've given myself is Azuri... I usually don't tell people that tho
When the feathers were clean and reorganized, Asfó simply watches "The Drifter", waiting for their reason for being here. They've been alone for so long - no one knew where they were! Now this person appears when they were finally thinking about leaving. Rude.
Right... We are getting closer to pulling your mother out of the void.
Maybe they should've started with this, but also, not introducing yourself is rude
Their expression lights up with surprise and hope, a little bit of color returning to them to make their eyes shine with a bright blue and hair a dull red. "Y- you're sav- saving Momma..?" Their voice is hoarse from lack of use and it hurts to talk, but they don't care. They were just told that their Momma was almost back!
Drifter smiles seeing them light up, reminiscent of the times they played with Thrax whenever they went back to Duviri
Yeah, it's difficult, but we are getting there- actually, recently we pulled out someone who's apparently called Natah
They've stopped listening, shaking out their wings before lifting themself into the air and tackling the Drifter into a hug. They mumble broken "thank you"s through happy tears as the rest of their color finally returns. Their tan skin is stained with mud that tries and fails to hide the more silvery stripes all across their limbs. Their short, fluffy hair becomes a vibrant red while their feathers lighten in color just a bit.
Woa-
They exclaimed in surprise, quickly however returning a gentle hug, they’ve lost their own parents, they are happy to give someone the hope of having their mother return
Sigh... I said I would do it...
What has Asfó been up to?
A few months ago, Asfó's adopted mother disappeared, pulled through a portal by a copy of herself while Asfó was in the room to witness it. The child has been blaming themself for her disappearance since, and ran off shortly afterwards. So, what has the winged child been up to?
A young child, looking to be between the ages of 5 and 7, was sitting in a meadow surrounded by trees on one side and a lake on the other. There were countless flowers in the tall grass, a wide variety of brightly colored petals attracting bees and butterflies of all sorts.
The child looks out of place, their colorless form standing out under the flower crowns they have weaved, there were some hanging on their arms, a few more layered on top of their head, and a few made to be able to comfortably rest on the child's dark blue - almost black - wings. Their wings are the only part of them that isn't a shade of gray, the dark blue feathers having bright stars scattered across them to form shifting constellations and galaxies.
There are animals in the forest and resting in the meadow that are also adorned with flower crowns. The child, having spent most of their time here weaving the simple accessories, made some for the creatures that had grown used to seeing them and comfortable enough to get close or just ignore the lost child.
So, when the child stood up for the first time since they arrived, the creatures watched them curiously, interested in knowing what had changed. Asfó shook their wings out and stretched the feathery limbs out. Despite the limited use they've gotten, they've been growing well, now quite a bit longer than their arms and strong enough to theoretically hold them in the air for an extended period of time...
But they're dirty. Grass and flowers and dirt coat the primaries and most of the feathers need to be sorted through and organized. So Asfó walks towards the water, sitting down on a little rock to be able to clean their wings properly, something that they learned how to do from watching the birds that visit.
Idk how to end this so there you go
@azuri-arkabane gonna tag you just because
The Drifter had been looking for the child Sapphire mentioned, she said that it seems impossible to track them. It was tough indeed, but not impossible, after searching with various technologies they had found the child, a colorless silhouette in the distance.
Leaving behind their Warframe in the forest they approach, carefully and slowly, as to not scare the child
The effort goes to waste as the child startles anyways, feathers fluffing out as they watch the new person. They back further into the lake, not wanting to be cornered.
The Drifter lifts up their hands and sits down, if they were to attack, the child could escape easily with a big head start. The Drifter doesn't say anything, just looking at the child with concern, keeping their empty hands visible
Asfó doesn't say anything, just watches the stranger and waits for an explanation. They don't think that they can trust their voice, so they don't try to force it to work.
I imagine you are confused as to who I am?
They finally say after a couple more seconds, their voice seems to hold no malice, from what Drifter knew, is that this child can quickly disappear, so they did everything to show they are no threat
They nod, slowly inching back out of the deeper water that they found themself in. Asfó climbs back into their little rock and resumes cleaning their feathers, still wary but not wanting to let this stranger disrupt what they were doing.
The Drifter debated... It seems the child doesn't trust easily... After a bit they made their decision, hoping it'd build at least some trust
Most call me The Drifter, however, the name I've given myself is Azuri... I usually don't tell people that tho
When the feathers were clean and reorganized, Asfó simply watches "The Drifter", waiting for their reason for being here. They've been alone for so long - no one knew where they were! Now this person appears when they were finally thinking about leaving. Rude.
Right... We are getting closer to pulling your mother out of the void.
Maybe they should've started with this, but also, not introducing yourself is rude
Their expression lights up with surprise and hope, a little bit of color returning to them to make their eyes shine with a bright blue and hair a dull red. "Y- you're sav- saving Momma..?" Their voice is hoarse from lack of use and it hurts to talk, but they don't care. They were just told that their Momma was almost back!
Drifter smiles seeing them light up, reminiscent of the times they played with Thrax whenever they went back to Duviri
Yeah, it's difficult, but we are getting there- actually, recently we pulled out someone who's apparently called Natah
Sigh... I said I would do it...
What has Asfó been up to?
A few months ago, Asfó's adopted mother disappeared, pulled through a portal by a copy of herself while Asfó was in the room to witness it. The child has been blaming themself for her disappearance since, and ran off shortly afterwards. So, what has the winged child been up to?
A young child, looking to be between the ages of 5 and 7, was sitting in a meadow surrounded by trees on one side and a lake on the other. There were countless flowers in the tall grass, a wide variety of brightly colored petals attracting bees and butterflies of all sorts.
The child looks out of place, their colorless form standing out under the flower crowns they have weaved, there were some hanging on their arms, a few more layered on top of their head, and a few made to be able to comfortably rest on the child's dark blue - almost black - wings. Their wings are the only part of them that isn't a shade of gray, the dark blue feathers having bright stars scattered across them to form shifting constellations and galaxies.
There are animals in the forest and resting in the meadow that are also adorned with flower crowns. The child, having spent most of their time here weaving the simple accessories, made some for the creatures that had grown used to seeing them and comfortable enough to get close or just ignore the lost child.
So, when the child stood up for the first time since they arrived, the creatures watched them curiously, interested in knowing what had changed. Asfó shook their wings out and stretched the feathery limbs out. Despite the limited use they've gotten, they've been growing well, now quite a bit longer than their arms and strong enough to theoretically hold them in the air for an extended period of time...
But they're dirty. Grass and flowers and dirt coat the primaries and most of the feathers need to be sorted through and organized. So Asfó walks towards the water, sitting down on a little rock to be able to clean their wings properly, something that they learned how to do from watching the birds that visit.
Idk how to end this so there you go
@azuri-arkabane gonna tag you just because
The Drifter had been looking for the child Sapphire mentioned, she said that it seems impossible to track them. It was tough indeed, but not impossible, after searching with various technologies they had found the child, a colorless silhouette in the distance.
Leaving behind their Warframe in the forest they approach, carefully and slowly, as to not scare the child
The effort goes to waste as the child startles anyways, feathers fluffing out as they watch the new person. They back further into the lake, not wanting to be cornered.
The Drifter lifts up their hands and sits down, if they were to attack, the child could escape easily with a big head start. The Drifter doesn't say anything, just looking at the child with concern, keeping their empty hands visible
Asfó doesn't say anything, just watches the stranger and waits for an explanation. They don't think that they can trust their voice, so they don't try to force it to work.
I imagine you are confused as to who I am?
They finally say after a couple more seconds, their voice seems to hold no malice, from what Drifter knew, is that this child can quickly disappear, so they did everything to show they are no threat
They nod, slowly inching back out of the deeper water that they found themself in. Asfó climbs back into their little rock and resumes cleaning their feathers, still wary but not wanting to let this stranger disrupt what they were doing.
The Drifter debated... It seems the child doesn't trust easily... After a bit they made their decision, hoping it'd build at least some trust
Most call me The Drifter, however, the name I've given myself is Azuri... I usually don't tell people that tho
When the feathers were clean and reorganized, Asfó simply watches "The Drifter", waiting for their reason for being here. They've been alone for so long - no one knew where they were! Now this person appears when they were finally thinking about leaving. Rude.
Right... We are getting closer to pulling your mother out of the void.
Maybe they should've started with this, but also, not introducing yourself is rude
Sigh... I said I would do it...
What has Asfó been up to?
A few months ago, Asfó's adopted mother disappeared, pulled through a portal by a copy of herself while Asfó was in the room to witness it. The child has been blaming themself for her disappearance since, and ran off shortly afterwards. So, what has the winged child been up to?
A young child, looking to be between the ages of 5 and 7, was sitting in a meadow surrounded by trees on one side and a lake on the other. There were countless flowers in the tall grass, a wide variety of brightly colored petals attracting bees and butterflies of all sorts.
The child looks out of place, their colorless form standing out under the flower crowns they have weaved, there were some hanging on their arms, a few more layered on top of their head, and a few made to be able to comfortably rest on the child's dark blue - almost black - wings. Their wings are the only part of them that isn't a shade of gray, the dark blue feathers having bright stars scattered across them to form shifting constellations and galaxies.
There are animals in the forest and resting in the meadow that are also adorned with flower crowns. The child, having spent most of their time here weaving the simple accessories, made some for the creatures that had grown used to seeing them and comfortable enough to get close or just ignore the lost child.
So, when the child stood up for the first time since they arrived, the creatures watched them curiously, interested in knowing what had changed. Asfó shook their wings out and stretched the feathery limbs out. Despite the limited use they've gotten, they've been growing well, now quite a bit longer than their arms and strong enough to theoretically hold them in the air for an extended period of time...
But they're dirty. Grass and flowers and dirt coat the primaries and most of the feathers need to be sorted through and organized. So Asfó walks towards the water, sitting down on a little rock to be able to clean their wings properly, something that they learned how to do from watching the birds that visit.
Idk how to end this so there you go
@azuri-arkabane gonna tag you just because
The Drifter had been looking for the child Sapphire mentioned, she said that it seems impossible to track them. It was tough indeed, but not impossible, after searching with various technologies they had found the child, a colorless silhouette in the distance.
Leaving behind their Warframe in the forest they approach, carefully and slowly, as to not scare the child
The effort goes to waste as the child startles anyways, feathers fluffing out as they watch the new person. They back further into the lake, not wanting to be cornered.
The Drifter lifts up their hands and sits down, if they were to attack, the child could escape easily with a big head start. The Drifter doesn't say anything, just looking at the child with concern, keeping their empty hands visible
Asfó doesn't say anything, just watches the stranger and waits for an explanation. They don't think that they can trust their voice, so they don't try to force it to work.
I imagine you are confused as to who I am?
They finally say after a couple more seconds, their voice seems to hold no malice, from what Drifter knew, is that this child can quickly disappear, so they did everything to show they are no threat
They nod, slowly inching back out of the deeper water that they found themself in. Asfó climbs back into their little rock and resumes cleaning their feathers, still wary but not wanting to let this stranger disrupt what they were doing.
The Drifter debated... It seems the child doesn't trust easily... After a bit they made their decision, hoping it'd build at least some trust
Most call me The Drifter, however, the name I've given myself is Azuri... I usually don't tell people that tho
Sigh... I said I would do it...
What has Asfó been up to?
A few months ago, Asfó's adopted mother disappeared, pulled through a portal by a copy of herself while Asfó was in the room to witness it. The child has been blaming themself for her disappearance since, and ran off shortly afterwards. So, what has the winged child been up to?
A young child, looking to be between the ages of 5 and 7, was sitting in a meadow surrounded by trees on one side and a lake on the other. There were countless flowers in the tall grass, a wide variety of brightly colored petals attracting bees and butterflies of all sorts.
The child looks out of place, their colorless form standing out under the flower crowns they have weaved, there were some hanging on their arms, a few more layered on top of their head, and a few made to be able to comfortably rest on the child's dark blue - almost black - wings. Their wings are the only part of them that isn't a shade of gray, the dark blue feathers having bright stars scattered across them to form shifting constellations and galaxies.
There are animals in the forest and resting in the meadow that are also adorned with flower crowns. The child, having spent most of their time here weaving the simple accessories, made some for the creatures that had grown used to seeing them and comfortable enough to get close or just ignore the lost child.
So, when the child stood up for the first time since they arrived, the creatures watched them curiously, interested in knowing what had changed. Asfó shook their wings out and stretched the feathery limbs out. Despite the limited use they've gotten, they've been growing well, now quite a bit longer than their arms and strong enough to theoretically hold them in the air for an extended period of time...
But they're dirty. Grass and flowers and dirt coat the primaries and most of the feathers need to be sorted through and organized. So Asfó walks towards the water, sitting down on a little rock to be able to clean their wings properly, something that they learned how to do from watching the birds that visit.
Idk how to end this so there you go
@azuri-arkabane gonna tag you just because
The Drifter had been looking for the child Sapphire mentioned, she said that it seems impossible to track them. It was tough indeed, but not impossible, after searching with various technologies they had found the child, a colorless silhouette in the distance.
Leaving behind their Warframe in the forest they approach, carefully and slowly, as to not scare the child
The effort goes to waste as the child startles anyways, feathers fluffing out as they watch the new person. They back further into the lake, not wanting to be cornered.
The Drifter lifts up their hands and sits down, if they were to attack, the child could escape easily with a big head start. The Drifter doesn't say anything, just looking at the child with concern, keeping their empty hands visible
Asfó doesn't say anything, just watches the stranger and waits for an explanation. They don't think that they can trust their voice, so they don't try to force it to work.
I imagine you are confused as to who I am?
They finally say after a couple more seconds, their voice seems to hold no malice, from what Drifter knew, is that this child can quickly disappear, so they did everything to show they are no threat
