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“If there’s one thing the incredibly rich are known to enjoy, it’s their exotic imports. …” | Mission Board: Affluence | Flying +1
If there’s one thing the incredibly rich are known to enjoy, it’s their exotic imports. This mysterious benefactor of yours is no different; your task for the day is to shuttle some rare creatures from port to the stables. They’re perfectly docile, supposedly, but whispers are quick to spread. Those from Magvel recognize Gargoyles and Deathgoyles when they see them, but you don’t have to come from afar to know that whiplike tails and talons that can tear through flesh with ease might just spell trouble. Aaanyway, be sure not to harm a hair on these exorbitantly expensive beasts’ heads! [Grants Flying +1]
Sharp wings, cutting the sky and casting shadows of impending doom; claws, even sharper, not by intention but by extensive use; teeth, gnarling, made to break and tear and devour.
It is hard for Selena to forget, even as they often fought on her side. (It was a sign of the changing times, she’s realized.)
And perhaps it is the docility of her home, its tempered understanding, its peaceful wisdom, the knowledge of those who have tamed the wilds to know not to mess with its dominion—when she sees the monsters again, so far from their place of origin, the quiet part of her questions the wisdom of bringing them here; of letting them loose.
‘Docile,’ it is whispered, the creatures allowed to roam about freely. (No one has been attacked: no one gored; no one dead.) The quiet part grows louder, even though she had prepared upon hearing the noble’s intentions—
“Do you have any ideas on how we can herd them to the stables?” The words are remarkably calm—lacking even the slightest degree of restraint, perhaps Selena might’ve betrayed her insides, fallen to pieces under the weight of the very real danger that they were most likely in. Instead, she continues, voice even: “I would’ve preferred for them to keep the creatures on a leash until we arrived, but I suppose there’s only some much that can be done with an anxious—” Monster. “—beast.”
Because this was fine, wasn’t it? (No one has been attacked: no one gored; no one dead.) From what the instructor understood, they were expensive as well, and with the whole point of their assistance to this noble being in the pursuit of more funding, it wouldn’t do for the Fluorspar to do harm to the Church’s prospects.
Do not harm the monsters, she reminds herself. (The knight within amends: unless you must.)
“Food works, I suppose, but I can’t say I’m too familiar with what they like to eat…” (Eyes glance about, watching them, some walking the beach, others flying above—but not too far away! She hates to think that they might actually be domesticated.) “The island is too big to just push them away from the shore, but one could suppose if we called them over and then led them…?”
She is speaking to the one accompanying her—a taller man (with much emphasis on taller) who came on behalf of the monastery as well. Selena does not know if he carries any expertise on the matter, but even an amateur’s idle musings could inspire a viable route.
“…but those are just my thoughts.” Redirecting her eyes to meet his: “What do you think?”
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Beorcs and their fascination with taming beast, to compensate for what they naturally lacked. Whether wings to take flight with, or immense speed or strength. It is something to come to expect from the children of wisdom.. as ill advised the beast they choose might be.
But never has Dheginsea seen such creatures before in his life. Bearing the face of a wild hog on the head of a man, yet with the wings and tail of a wyvern. Were it not for its many odd features, he would have thought these were indeed some different and absurd breed of wyvern the beorcs have created..
Truly a beast that hails from lands beyond the ones he knows of, but an animal all the same. Having been left to roam freely.. as if their funding didn’t rely on leading these animals without any complications.
“They must have been let to roam with good reason.” He remarks to the light haired woman that had joined him on this job. His eyes following the ones that were hovering up above in sky, then to the ones that walked along the beach shore close by.
With how the beasts had dispersed amongst themselves into smaller groups, it reminded Dheginsea, albeit superficially, of pigeons.
“Food would be a good start. Unfortunately I can only guess as to what they might eat, or their nature, for these creatures are wholly unfamiliar to me..” Crossing his arms over his chest in contemplation, Dheginsea attention shifts for a few moments back again to the small group by the beach. Noticing a few workers that had begun to take interest to the odd creatures with little caution. As if they were stray cats more than a malformed wyverns, gesturing at them and getting closer.
The beasts don't much as startle, seemingly indifferent to the laborers. Docile.
“What I can only be certain of is that they will not startle easily should we approach.” Dheginsea gestures with a slight jut of his head toward the scene by the beach. Squinting at the workers with a slight frown. "Whether they will allow us to leash them is another matter, but it would wiser for us to work with one or two individuals at a time unless necessary...”
Should the rest of the flock follow, that would save them time. Should they not, then curious passerby's might pose more of a problem than herding the animals themselves regardless of their seeming docility.
“You said you are not familiar in what they like to it eat, but you have seen these beasts like these before, no?” He asks, turning his attention back the one accompanying him.
you are: the patron saints of relics
patron saint of remembering. patron saint of holding something close. patron saint of holding on for too long. for a saint, a relic is often a part of the body, kept for some physical memento of their holiness. they are all in your hands, now: does it feel like remembrance? does it feel sanctified? are the dust and blood as precious as they're supposed to be?
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~ Activity Check 2025 October~
Status: Hiatus
~ Activity Check 2025 September~
Status: passed
• Skill points gained from: 1 (Monthly Activity point)
Total skill points: 25 → 26
• Allocation of the points: Gauntlet A (16) -> Gauntlet A+ (17)
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PEARLESCENT ⟋ greil + dheginsea.
Another day, another job to fulfill.
Greil isn’t quite used to tasks as mundane as going on a shopping trip on behalf of the Officer’s Academy yet. Although, when the pay is decent enough, he puts himself up to the task. The list he’s given is such: tableware, table decor, and candlelights for tables…
Guess this is merc work nowadays.
When he stops by the store written on the note, he tries to find the nearest shelves where they keep the tablecloths to check if the make is indeed what the academy's looking for. Greil’s more used to shopping in the outdoor markets, but he figures to search on his own before asking any shophands for assistance.
As he ventures out of the glassware section and towards the fabrics, he sees that his path is blocked by a man who’s even larger than he is, mulling over something. If it weren’t for the two other people browsing behind Greil, he would’ve just left this area and headed for another. He’s not really in a hurry. And so, he waits.
And waits…
Until the lack of movement from the other man makes him raise his brow. “... Excuse me–”
“Are you the Dheginsea? Oh… I can’t believe I ran into you here! I’m your biggest fan!”
It seems on the opposite side of the man in his way is a boy about Ike’s age, full of enthusiasm and awe. Apparently, that gargantuan man’s name is Dheginsea. Greil sees a sliver of the boy’s head peek towards his direction, and mistakenly–Greil will soon come to find out–makes eye contact with the admirer. “I-Is that your friend? Wow…” The boy stutters.
“You're mistaken, boy–”
“I hope it isn’t too much for me to ask, but I would LOVE to accompany you two for a bit! Just to see what strong guys get up to! I’ll even help you shop! I insist!”
Greil sighs through his nose. He could use the help, and this lad probably means well, so, maybe he could entertain this for a bit...
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To purchase items and materials that needed to be replace on the monastery's behalf. A simple task. Yet, Dheginsea find himself.. stumped, having spent more time attempting to decipher what items were meant to be within the list that had been given to him, then acquiring the items themselves.
His mistake for not having checked the list prior to entering the indoor market. Then again, a lists usually contained words.. not drawings.
With a furrowed brow Dheginsea squints at what he can only describe as a box with a circle that has lines shooting out of it. Under it, a stick with a fuzzy end. Which had to either be a a mop or a broom.. though looked more like a poorly drawn curtain tieback-
"..?"
Hearing his name be said, Dheginsea attention shifts away from the list as he turns his head, then looks down to find a young beorc beaming up at him with bright eyes. Eyes that soon shifts to the space on the other side of him. Following the boys gaze, Dheginsea finds a man who he hadn't notice before and who the beorc had referred to as his 'friend.'
The dragon has no idea who this man is.
"He is not-" Dheginsea attempted to correct youth along side the other man. To no avail.
With an arched brow Dheginsea considers the request of the eager youth before briefly at the other beorc. "Your willingness to want to help is commendable. That said, I do not think that could assist me. You are free, however to him this man"
"Oh, well, but i also want to help you! I'm sure I can still be of help to you BOTH, even if its just finding things or carrying stuff! Please!"The boy turns to look at the one he thinks of as his 'friend.' "Right?"
Returning a favor from only a few moons ago, a basket is left upon the doorstep within the monastery. If asked, only a few will have noticed a figure come and place it, and fewer would mention any discerning features- not that it would be an issue for its recipient.
Within the basket was an assortment of gifts- a couple bags, labeled carefully with herbal names, tea said to have various medicinal benefits. A few sweets, to counteract the bitterness of the prior blends, and, properly separated, a potted plant.
A letter is folded carefully within the plant’s leaves.
My friend, I know that you are not partial to these, but I found this particularly charming. Perhaps, in coming to care for it, you will remember to care for yourself. Before it comes to bloom in the spring, I will be sure to visit. Be well,
It would be later in the afternoon- when Dheginsea returned to his dorm, frustratingly having to retire for the day after wearing his leg down faster than he had expected- that he noticed the basket that had been left at his doorstep. One that hadn't been there in the early hours of the morning. And one took more effort than he was willing to admit to simply reach down to and grab before bringing it into his room.
Briefly setting it aside for a moment, Dheginsea pulls the chair at his desk closer to his bed, sitting down on it and propping his aching leg on the latter with a sigh. Looking at assortments of item the basket held, Dheginsea found it rather peculiar for there to be a plant among the neatly labeled bags and sweets. Holding a folded letter that he gingerly took out from between its leaves.
The elegant handwriting alone told Dheginsea enough to know just who had sent him these gift, but the signature at the bottom...
There was a small unsaid sign of progress within that signature. One that gladden his heart. If briefly, for his eyed glanced over to the potted plant once again.
Reading the letter once more, Dheginsea leans back on the chair and resigns himself to the plants care with an amused puff. As thoughtful of a gift it is, the plant would be better off in the care of another. He might not be the worst but he is.. unsure if he could bring it to flourish, and thus bloom...
No matter.
Dheginsea will see to it that it survives till when next his friend would come to visited. For now, he supposed he should merely sit and wait for the ache in his leg to ease before making use of one of the the bags within the basket.
A Love That Does Not Dissolve, Even Over Great Distance
He's not listening to him. He never listens to him. No one ever listens to him. The tears licking at the corners of his eyes quickly turn from sorrow to anger, to frustration. Kurthnaga is tired of no one asking after his wellbeing, he's tired of being ignored by his father in particular. For so long it had seemed like no one cared about him other than his siblings, Ena, and Gareth; and for a long twenty three years, it had only been Gareth that he had by his side.
Stop sniveling. He had said that to him in the tower too. He hadn't even cried then. Only begged for his father to change his mind. If that counted as sniveling, if a wish for a more peaceful option was seen as weakness to this man, then he would rather be emotional than a walled off stoic idiot like his father.
"Would you listen to me for once?!" Kurthnaga is not often one to lash out, especially at his own father. Because he had long since learned that it didn't matter what he said or did. Not in Palace Goldoa's empty halls. He had always hated the silence that permeated them after both of his siblings had gone, the way that he could share a meal with his father without either of them saying a single word.
He quickly jerks away from the older dragon, suddenly no longer yearning for comfort in his touch. He continues forward in a huff, making it a point to not turn and meet his father's eyes. It was clear to see that his father was no different than he had been in the tower, that he still didn't care. He was still cold, like he always had been.
"Do you even care that you left me with something that I was never prepared for?! Or did you just think it wouldn't matter because the end of the world was coming anyway?!" It was like his father had cared more for his stupid goddess than his own son's feelings, like he still felt the same now, "Do you know how much it hurt to feel the moment you died?! Or do you not care about that either?!"
He's tired of all of this. Being left adrift with no clue how he was supposed to continue on from there. He had been meant to just simply move on - Kurth, he's gone, had been all Ena had to say - and he had, at least in that moment. But after it was all over, and he was left to pick up the pieces, he had found himself at a loss. He didn't know how to move forward like this. And no one else knew either. How was anyone meant to know?
Kurthnaga quickly stops and spins on his heel, ruby eyes pooling now with an equal amount of sadness and fury, staring up at his father in a desperate attempt to just make him look at the person he had truly been all this time for once.
"Can you at least pretend...? Please... can you please pretend to care that I've been so scared and alone ever since..." He would rather have his father pretend and have it all be a lie than to have him not even look at him, "Please pretend just this once that you really care about my feelings. That's all I ask."
Dheginsea had expected for Kurthnaga to listen to him and do as he had said. For the both of them to walk to his office before continuing any other conversation. Instead, Dheginsea is left stunned at his son’s sudden outburst- at his son demanding with a strained voice for him to listen and pushing aside his hand as Kurthnaga jerked himself away from him, unwilling to meet his gaze, as if repulsed.
Rather than calling out for Kurthnaga to calm himself or to scold him, for a moment the older dragon briefly glances at the textbook his youngest had dropped earlier. A textbook he decides leaves behind as he continues on forward.
With every word yelled, with every question furiously shouted at him, Dheginsea remained silent as he calmy followed behind. The sound of his heavy footsteps his only reply amongst the whispers from onlookers and passerby's they passed within the hall. For Dheginsea knew better than to fan the storm of emotions he can sense from within his youngest, and answer such private and nonsensical grievances out here in public.
All are assumptions without reason nor logic. Ones that puzzled him as to why his son would think of such. But when Kurthnaga spun around to stare up at him, face twisted and scrunched with frustration and sorrow. Eyes buffed red and crying still, pleading to him, begging for him to pretend to care. However minutely, Dheginsea stiffened as he felt a hole be punctured into his soul.
to pretend to care…
Pretend?
Dheginsea has never needed to pretend.
He can admit that he has never been the most.. overtly affectionate parent, but he has always cared. Always had his best interest in mind. Had given him room once Rajaion had returned home to grieve. Had changed and restructured his studies to prepare him for a future and responsibility he now had to undertake. A future that came much sooner than planned but one he had shown to be capable of within the tower…
Had he not cared about his feelings, then Dheginsea would have never not allowed the interest his youngest had shown between the Gallia and Crimea relations to have continued. Never have bothered to make time to be there with him when he could…
Cold and uncaring. Made of stone and without a heart.
If this is what his son truly thinks of him...
If Kurthnaga has to hate him for it.. then so be it.
He wont be the first.
Steely crimson eyes stare down at Kurthnaga, unflinching. Any softness his face had held as a father relieved to see his son, any slight concern he had once shown has all but disappeared amongst stony features. A hand reveals itself from under his cloak and travels to the nearest doorknob, turning it.
“In the room. Now.” He demands with a stern and low voice. Dheginsea will not allow for this to continue out in these halls. For others to further watch and listen as Kurthnaga makes an embarrassment of himself as king in this foreign land among prying eyes.
~ Activity Check 2025 August~
Status: Not passed!
The date is, of course, marked on Begnion's liturgical calendar. When Sanaki sees the little footnote---"Dragontide"---she manages a disbelieving chuckle at the absurdity of it all. Back home, her people are likely swarming the temples, exalting the legendary hero of Ashera's Chosen; and here she was, dragging her feet to the review session he's running for next month's exam...
Still, isn't it sad he never gets to attend any of these festivals in his name? And so she approaches him after class with a box of the traditional black sesame puddings. "Happy birthday!" she chirps with perhaps too much forced cheer, setting the sweets on his desk. "It's a civic holiday in Begnion, if you weren't aware. You're supposed to set them on fire," she supplies helpfully, "to mimic your black breath, you see."
The once Dragon King stares at the 37th Empress of Begnion who had approached him with a much too cheerful tone, placing a box of sweets upon his desk… having missed the review class for next month's exams he had held.
Unimpressed and mildly puzzled, the explanation she supplies sufficiently explains to Dheginsea her forced enthusiasm and sudden approach.. However, in the centuries since he had kept an eye on the empire, it was news to him that such a civic holiday existed in Begnion— Or rather, that such a holiday aligned with the date of his birth and not that of the end of the war since after The Great Flood, nor a date closer to the founding day of the Begnion kingdom as a tribute…
“I see.” Looking at the box of sweets the Empress had set upon his desk, Dheginsea picks it up. Quietly, he ponders how such a holiday had continued on since the civil war and changes that came with the theocracy’s beginnings. But most importantly, who had been the ones to have started it in the first place..
A holiday set on the date of his birth…
Black sesame pudding. A confection Dheginsea hadn't seen in centuries much less had since he had left with his people…
Ah.
The hard edges that define his face ever so slightly soften as his gaze shifts back to the Empress before him. "And you wish for me to celebrate this civic holiday of yours that is a tribute to me.. by setting it alight, rather than for me to eat it…?" He questions, though it is more of a light tease than a true challenge to her request.
It must have been one of them that must have started this. It could only be one of them who could have known from outside Goldoa in the years since he had left.
A small moment turned into tradition. A memory made into a holiday.
It wasn’t his place to be roaming the monastery like this. It didn’t help that wherever he went, he could sense the brief glance of curious students and faculty alike. Even if laguz were permitted – encouraged, even, to mingle with beorc here – there were still many things he needed to familiarize himself with.
There were seldom any figures who can match or even surpass his height aside from perhaps a few laguz, which is why his curiosity was piqued when his gaze passed over someone larger than him. That stance, that appearance…
Surely, the goddess of this land wasn't playing tricks on him, right?
Genuine surprise and confusion crosses his features, and he utters, the past title of ‘King’ almost slipping out of his mouth, “... Dheginsea? You’re… alive?”
With positions having been left vacant by those who had volunteered in assisting the church’s latest mission, Dheginsea once again had his hand full as he walked to and from around the monastery grounds. With some duties that were beyond his station as a teacher assistant than others. Regardless of his reservation, he had his duties to fulfill and tasks he would see completed. Paying little mind to the wandering eyes of those around him.
Perhaps that is why Dheginsea hadn't noticed the familiar presence of someone who he had entrusted much to. One whose unmistakable voice makes him look up for the parchment at hand, his brows slightly arching in surprise.
Gareth, a reliable man who has served him well through and through, standing not a few feet away, shock clear on his face. But yet another Goldoan on foreign soil.. another who had learned the secret that is his revival...
“That I am.” Dheginsea gave a slight nod and calmly answered, the slight arch of his brow smoothing over as aged crimson eyes looked over his once general and retainer. What an odd sight he must be to his fellow countryman, without any of his usual garbs beside his clearly worn black cloak, having left the church of a foreign goddess not a few minutes ago..
“What brings you here, Gareth?”
~ Activity Check 2025 July~
Status: passed
• Skill points gained from: 1 (Monthly Activity point)
Total skill points: 24 → 25
• Allocation of the points: Gauntlet A (15) -> Gauntlet A+ (16)
Dheginsea finds his claim doubtful that the young man would have given out regardless of his fall, but the dragon makes no mention of it. However his brows had slightly furrowed at the mention of a healer. His injuries could not have been that extensive for him to have sought out a healer, surely. He hadn’t broken any of his bones.. at least from what Dheginsea can recall.
Briefly he glances at the hand Darios offered before rejecting it with an open palm. Not wanting to touch him. “What information I’m willing to divulge is very little, but enough should it be part of an exam...” If Darios is truly a student and has seen mentions of Goldoa in his studies, then his answer to him should not come as a surprise. But for him to have seen it in his studies...
“However, would you mind briefly telling me what you recall seeing about it?” He asks, willing to bear being in this beorc presence a few moments longer. But only a few.
Naturally, given the students that have taken residence within the monastery walls, Dheginsea knew that it would only be a matter of time before Goldoa would be mentioned to some extent. But this is rather recent, from when last he checked. And given his son's plans.. Dheginsea is unsure just what kind of information has been written, let alone learned.
The only thing he is certain of is that his own name did not draw any recognition to the one in front of him. Though perhaps this beorc wasn't the best of students.
He wishes he could've hidden the pinch of his brows. Was he truly so keen on being liked by this man? No... that feeling of vertigo, the idea that he knew, Darios hated that.
The offered hand is retracted to his side and he looks up at the tower of a man before nodding. "The strength of the laguz that resided there was nothing short of phenomenal but I suppose most importantly was how little things changed. As a nation, it's...curious for it to have remained so still in all the years it existed but the specifics of how and why have eluded every book I've scoured."
Wait-- "Part of an exam?" He tilts his head to the side. "Ah, well... it is a marvel to keep things so stagnant as well as tight held."
He shouldn't be trying to lie his way into information with a man like this... but on the other hands, he couldn't see it all very much going anywhere and... he would like to know. Not of his home alone, of that apprehension he holds.
...
Ah.
Dheginsea had expected something more.. cohesive at minimum. He had, after all, thought that this Darios might be a student despite his own reservations. But now he sees the broad net that this beorc had tried to cast for what it is.
With each word vague and non-specific when describing his nation Yet, to mention the Laguz but not say which resided there. To have carefully not mentioned The Dragon king that had ruled Goldoa since its foundation, while knowing what a Laguz is… The least offensive lie was to claim that his nation featured in multiple books as a prominent mystery.
Stagnant and tight held...
Steely crimson eyes stare intently at the odd beorc. Darios is Foolish if not bold, for Dheginsea has no doubt that he knows who he is talking to. Or at least knows enough to try and seek further information by pretending to be a student..
Why?
“A marvel indeed...” Dheginsea gives a slight nod to the young man after a long pause, then turns to walk away. "I'll see you in class, then." He says, perhaps a bit too curt if not pointed, but frankly Dheginsea could care less.
"Ah, Sir Dheginsea I believe it was?" Darios didn't think he'd see the man again so soon. Between having been stared down by the man and having been practically trampled by him during their game of twister. He offered him a gentle smile. "That game was quite hard, the amount of people left to stand on their heads truly did make that a difficult task but, what can one do." He tries not to sound too bitter. Truly he does but it had hurt after all. "Did you recover well from the fall?"
Dheginsea doesn't need to hear their voice to know who it was that had approached him. With a presence that does not belong to the beorc, one that is rather difficult not to notice, much less for his senses to ignore the closer he came…
Off-putting, and wrong.
Dheginsea holds no desire to talk to this.. individual. However, finding it much too late to simply ignore the young man and walk away- out of pure decorum, the dragon turns to face Darios proper. “Correct.”
Briefly, Dheginsea closed his eyes at being reminded of that beorc game.. Of his embarrassing fall, and the shame of being bested yet again in that simple game. Not to mention that he had brought someone down with his fall. . .
“I have,” He gives Darios slight nod and meets his gaze once again “Though I should be asking that of you.. and apologize in turn. For it was not my intent to have.. slipped, nor to have knocked you out of the game.” As much as Dheginsea did not like being near this young man, he owed him an apology. One that Dheginsea should have given him right after he had squashed him out of the competition...
"I'm glad to hear it, that truly was a nasty fall you took." Even had Darios not been under it, he thinks it still would have hurt...likely more even. The young man offers a sympathetic smile. "I'll live. I've been lucky enough to stumble upon a healer who's very understanding." And further on the topic of it all... He chuckles. "I should have been able to keep myself up but I practically gave out just as you fell." His hand was offered out, to let bygones be bygones. "Though if you still feel that not enough, I've been taking time to study up on both Fodlan and the places others hail from. Goldoa...I recall seeing it in some of my studies with other friends, but not enough to get a good grasp on it and...few I've spoken to on the matter had the sort of insight I imagine you do." The way he spoke and the manner in which he carried himself...somehow knighthood didn't seem right, he was a pillar of nobility unto himself.
Dheginsea finds his claim doubtful that the young man would have given out regardless of his fall, but the dragon makes no mention of it. However his brows had slightly furrowed at the mention of a healer. His injuries could not have been that extensive for him to have sought out a healer, surely. He hadn’t broken any of his bones.. at least from what Dheginsea can recall.
Briefly he glances at the hand Darios offered before rejecting it with an open palm. Not wanting to touch him. “What information I’m willing to divulge is very little, but enough should it be part of an exam...” If Darios is truly a student and has seen mentions of Goldoa in his studies, then his answer to him should not come as a surprise. But for him to have seen it in his studies...
“However, would you mind briefly telling me what you recall seeing about it?” He asks, willing to bear being in this beorc presence a few moments longer. But only a few.
Naturally, given the students that have taken residence within the monastery walls, Dheginsea knew that it would only be a matter of time before Goldoa would be mentioned to some extent. But this is rather recent, from when last he checked. And given his son's plans.. Dheginsea is unsure just what kind of information has been written, let alone learned.
The only thing he is certain of is that his own name did not draw any recognition to the one in front of him. Though perhaps this beorc wasn't the best of students.
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Round three of send me a ♡ and i’ll describe what i think our muses’ child would be like || can accept 1 more on this blog
so you know how if you dump a kid enough on someone at that point they might as well become their parent? yeah my child now garon gif
Kid's got no crest no nothing, just a plain old beorc boy who can sit still and has to be doing something all ways. A hard head most days that doesnt know when to quit but he has an earnest desire to learn anything and everything. Though, he often takes things quite literally. If he doesnt follow one like a duckling he follows the other.
~ Activity Check 2025 June~
Status: hiatus
