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Emotional Support Fox

Little flower hands you Marigold to help you feel better

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Little Flower and Marigold

Little Flower's a kobold cleric of Daikitsu I'll be playing in a pathfinder game here soon, and so she needed some art of her and her pet fox Marigold~ Abandoned as an egg, she was found and raised by a farming family from Tian Xia who were followers of Daikitsu. After rescuing a small fox pup in the woods (Marigold), she dedicated herself to both spreading the word of Daikitsu and helping those in need!

For the more build oriented, she's a warpriest with the bastion dedication and the nature domain to be very sturdy on the front lines. She has support and healing spells, and most of her damage is retaliation damage to further disincentivize people from hitting her. Every flower has her thorns after all~

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Wandering the Woods || Luna & Marigold

Luna was not the sort of girl to break the rules on purpose, but she had a sometimes unfortunate tendency to ignore--or forget--what was and wasn't permitted. Arbitrary things had never held much weight to the curious, dreamy girl, and phrases like, "out of bounds to students," were about as arbitrary as a statement could get, in Luna's eyes. Since she never stepped over the line to hurt, mock, or even inconvenience anyone else--not deliberately anyway--and also never hesitated to apologize for causing problems, always with wide-eyed sincerity and a tone of surprise, she rarely faced more than the loss of a few housepoints and a mild scolding for her innocent rulebreaking. Perhaps that was why she didn't think twice about her small transgressions, but it is hard to speculate whether harsher reprimands would have made any more of a dent in her polite but habitual infractions since those reprimands, like most unpleasant things, did little to phase the young Ravenclaw witch no matter how seriously and even contritely she listened when they were explained again.

Today she had not yet crossed the line into genuine rulebreaking, but she was definitely skirting close to it, because she was currently wandering near the borders of the Forbidden Forest. The early October weather was chill, and the wind brisk, so Luna was bundled up in a warm purple cloak with a fluffy seafoam green scarf trailing behind her like a banner. Her feet, however, were bare, because she had been quite unable to find her shoes that morning (she suspected nargles) and rather than waste the whole day searching, had simply got on with things without anything to cover her feet, which were admittedly now a bit cold in the carpet of brittle autumn grass.

Luna wasn't paying much attention to her feet, though. Her head was tilted back and her wide silver eyes drank in the sight of the foliage overhead.

It was something like looking at sunlight, but at the same time nothing at all like that, because the leaves themselves did not put off light but rather glowed in the places that the sun touched them and shaded in the places it did not. The usually-green leaves of the trees that clustered at the edges of the Hogwarts grounds were right now a glorious riot of orange and red and yellow and purple and brown, with only a few faint scraps of green still clinging to the bits closest to their stems as they faded for their annual winter death.

Luna loved the sight of leaves in the fall. She liked the reminder that life was a cycle, a circle; that things that went away eventually came back, whether that was plants flourishing in the spring, or missing shoes and other things far more important. She also liked them because they were pretty, and they didn't last very long. Soon the glow of sunset-fire that clustered in the trees overhead would curl and fade and brown, drifting down like papery ash to crinkle pleasantly underfoot before the snows came and hid them until spring. There were a few leaves on the ground already, because trees didn't move in a homogenous group any more than any other living thing, and so the crunch of footsteps coming closer were perfectly audible despite the breeze that rattled the dying, flaming leaves overhead.

Since she wasn't worried about rulebreaking--wasn't even thinking about rulebreaking, really--Luna didn't move, or at least didn't move any more than she already was; the barefoot girl stood with her arms spread out a little way from her sides, letting her cloak flap in the wind and her hair flutter heedlessly, while she shifted slowly back-and-forth in a wobbly half-circle of an arc beneath the trees so that she could take in more of the view above. She was humming under her breath too, but she stopped when the footsteps came close in order to say, "Isn't it lovely how even some things that look like they ought to be destructive aren't? Not that fire is necessarily destructive anyway, even when it's actual fire and not merely an illusion based on color and sunlight, but I always think the leaves this time of year are a nice reminder of that idea."

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