#ilithian

[rayesworld]

So I have been poking about on Artbreeder and made my lovely OCs Ielia (Lily) Snow and Ilithian Shadowthane. I'm really pleased with how they turned out.

[theskyehealers]

Alexandria’s strict orders had become the norm for Aviva, and while she still recovered, she felt her strength slowly begin to return. She witnessed the connection between father and daughter and smiled weakly at the pair of them, even as Jasper watched on, curious about the quiet little bundle he was supposed to call his sister.

The Princess also shared some words with mother and father warning them it would no longer be safe for Aviva to carry another child.

It would be an issue for another time. Today Aviva watched as the healers taught Seth how to bathe their little girl, admiring as he so carefully washed her little swatch of hair and spoke quietly to her.

Where Seth would be granted a curious but sleepy look where flint-like blue eyes met her papa’s.

Today would be her name day, where she would be officially introduced to all, and told her spirit animal.

Aviva had been treated as such to a far smaller crowd when her mother had taken her in, and her own daughter would have nothing less.

[theskyehealers]

Only time would tell if the bond of Alexandria and Aviva would help heal the weakened and very pregnant Aviva. Two healers minds worked to save her, and her unborn child.

[apostatizedarbiter]

Illyrias opened his mail, shuffling through the letters and reports - when something completely non-boring dropped out. The knight bent over to pick it up and almost dropped it again, eyes going wide as they recognized Ilithian in all of his glory. When the fuck had he taken this!? And why hadn’t Illyrias been there!? He muttered darkly about missing photo-shoots, but kept the picture in his hand the rest of the way back to his flat. 

[catscratching]

✍: What is your muse’s handwriting like? for Ani! (I know he's not in there, but nyeh, I'm picking him anyway. xD Annnnnd ♒: How often does your muse bath? for Mia... and ☁: What is your muse’s ideal weather? for Lei!

The note to Ela’s father was neatly formed; Anisai took extra care to ensure it was legible.  His normal handwriting was a looping scrawl, and he wanted to ensure that if the man didn’t answer, it wasn’t because he couldn’t read it.

As soon as Ilithian settled into work, Mia began exploring his new place.  They had been up late in the night talking, and revealing her experiences had stirred up a lot of feelings she had thought long buried. 

When she discovered the spacious bath... she let out an exclamation of delight. She’d not wanted to use the public baths; her scars were distinctive, and she was trying to lay low.  But this...! This.  Was a tub for a king.  Or a Queen.  

Hours later, Ili found her examining her wrinkled fingers with evident delight, the water having been refreshed.  Not having his notepad, the little mute could only shake his head and laugh.  The floor was wet, and Mia looked like a mermaid from the tales, her hair a heavy wet mass clinging to everything.  She grinned and squirted water expertly with her hands, splashing him.

(I honestly have no idea what his bathroom is like, but the answer is... Mia is terribly fastidious; she bathes daily, even when on board the ship.)

Ymelei peered out the window, frost creeping across the glass.  The wind scoured the stones of Frostwall bare, although snow was piled high against the buildings in drifts that stood above her head. 

Behind her, the bed creaked as Rhoten rolled over, tugging the thick woolen blanket up over his shoulders.  A fire crackled in the hearth, dispelling some of the chill, and Lei shivered, the air pleasantly cool. 

She loved days like this, and she padded across the room in bare feet, picking up a thick, leather-bound book with a plain cover.  Sliding into bed, she tucked her chilled toes against Rhoten’s calves to warm them, wedging pillows behind her back and cradling the book in her lap.  A perfect day to sink into the latest drama she had filched from the trading post. 

An hour later, lulled by Rho’s peaceful breathing, she was lost in an epic tale of dragons and mages, a cup of hot cocoa forgotten at her elbow.