an ember never falls

Character blog for Avada Emberfall, a red dragonsworn who's in Hollowlight Ventures (MG A and H). If you'd like to RP with me, feel free to message me!

[robinaa]

recent sketch sheet commission for @emberfallen, of their friendly red dragon, Avada!

[emberfallen]

“She always smelled like orange blossoms. Butterflies and bees and fireflies seemed to follow her; maybe because she smelled of nectar. When she spoke it was like caramel and when she looked at you...when she looked at you it was like standing in sunlight. You always knew when she looked at you, and everything felt so peaceful when she did.  She rests now, and the grass whispers her name.” 

-Avada Emberfall, on Life-Mother Caliastrasza, her mentor and adoptive mother

[dragonspiritblog]

Art by  Alteya

[thanidiel]

@emberfallen bae lol

[emberfallen]

I commissioned this piece of my character, Avada Emberfall, from Alteya a few years ago!

[floralls]

by  helloemilie

[loumargi]

Cesar Philipp (German, 1859 - 1930) - Allegory of Spring detail

[howlmountain]

It was intensely gold for about 10 minutes yesterday as the sun set

[emberfallen]

More and more, Caliastrasza’s last gift takes hold within Avada. It is said that mortal dragonsworn eventually become dragonspawn after thousands of years of service. Perhaps the heart of a dragon speeds the process. 

Full images here! https://www.artstation.com/artwork/k4Py6d

[thingswithantlers]

By Michel Lalonde 353

[fleur-aesthetic]

instagram | arthurparkinson_

[oceanwaterheart]

[lsleofskye]

Dreams of Colour | calibreus

Location: The Butchart Gardens, Brentwood Bay, British Columbia, Canada

[emberfallen]

Don’t make Avada or Greaves angry.

[thewordporn]

[glassbonespaperskin]

[emberfallen-aesthetics]

A V A D A    E M B E R F A L L

And only to the heart that knows of grief, Of desolating fire, of human pain, There comes some purifying sweet belief, Some fellow-feeling beautiful, if brief. And life revives, and blossoms once again

-“Fire-Flowers” by Emily Pauline Johnson

[emberfallen]

A twilight whelp commission I did recently for a guildie! 

[ocarina-of-what]

The Forgotten Part 3: Finale

Song 

She wasn’t crazy. 

Aquana was real. The whispers in her head were real. The voices that sang from the flowers potted by her bed were real. The howling of the wolf outside, mournful, was real.

She told them this, when they locked her in a nice room with a window and a plush bed all by herself. The window had bars on it. They told her this when they brought by a parade of doctors and psychologists. The doctors weren’t of any help.

They put her in here, they said, for the protection of the other patients and herself. Talking to herself had become unsettling for everyone.

“We’ll let you out, I promise, we just need to get this little situation figured out.” The doctor, to his benefit, did look genuinely distraught. But he was upset because he thought she was crazy and that he failed her. He patted her knee gently, the good one, not the one that was twisted and gnarled. The one she asked them to cut off. Someone could make her a new one, she knew someone who could make her a new one.

Or at least she thought she did.

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