Blog, that is the terminology we use here to describe the corner page carved per person? It's an odd word, not bad, rather bland and lifeless, without so much of an importance to the texture of the word. And I've seen what you have wrote, don't think to much into the waxing, it is more for myself than having any actual meaning.
Myrah Xyrel, Hunter. What is your name, occupation, and your favorite hobby? How long did it take you to appreciate that hobby, how are you still learning it?
In a flash of green light, an overburdened angel appears in Season's Harbor in the motion of opening his mouth in a sharp but short scream and taking a step backward, away from a horror that's no longer present. Staring instead at the contents of his own, safe, puppet-less bedroom, Madison Aurel hugs the large soft object already in his arms in self soothing, focusing slow breaths to interrupt the moment of panic. He has absolutely no desire to know what the fuck the /moving teddy bear/ was about, or to ever visit that shop again, really, no offense meant to its disoncerting and concerning owner, whom he really hopes doesn't /always/ look like that.
Soft footsteps sound from the hall outside, audible only because of their hurried approach, and there's a light, careful knock on the purple bedroom door. Taking 1 last deep breath, Mads puts the massive green plush dragon he carries down on his wide, soft bed, before adjusting his sunglasses, approaching the door, and tugging it partially open.
“Hey, kiddo.”
A small befreckled human looks up at him through the gap with wide green eyes, lit with concern despite their unphased expression. “Uncle Mads Aurel, you screamed, are you in active danger or crisis?”
“No, uh, don't worry, I'm fine, just got freaked out for a second before I teleported back, but I'm safe and fine now so it's all cool. I have a surprise for you though, a positive 1, do you want it now?”
Andy relaxes at Mads' assurance, but perk up in a less tense fashion to stare at him in excitement. “A surprise? I have no reason to postpone obtaining such a gift if it is already prepared. Is there a specific purpose, event, or rewarded behavior corresponding to this sudden generosity?”
Mads can't help but grin a little at their response, always a rewarding part of getting people unexpected presents. ”Nothing in particular, I saw an open opportunity to easily help get you something you actively, specifically wanted but couldn't pay for yourself. I mean, what kind of angel uncle passes up a gifting chance that golden?“
The hint's not terribly subtle to a teen this clever, and their hands rise in front of them in giddy realization, their feet bouncing as they almost hop in place with joy.
“Rose created it already? How impressive, at the estimated measurements of material in this timeframe that must have taken dedication unexpected from a commission I was unable to offer down payment on.”
Andy's droning assessment doesn't express how excited they had initially been at the opportunity, how tempered that had been by the assessment of required work to pay for it, or the deep disappointment when it became clear that their currency was nearly worthless to the toymaker, even if she finished the commission and they did as much work as they could. They'd sadly written it off, already attempting to move on, but Mads has successfully relit a snuffed hope; he can tell, and he's proud of it.
”She did work super fast, yeah, but she seemed really, uh..happy, with the results.“ Or whatever that was. ”Want to see slash have it?“ Mads offers, opening the door further and taking a step back.
Andy is already nodding before the question is fully stated, they'd be happy just to see it but to have it for themselves, also? Despite the angel obtaining it of his own efforts? Praise Madison Aurel, they've been bestowed a great blessing. They rush into the angel's bedroom, a space they've long since been welcome in, and immediately fixate on the contents of the bed.
”The dragon…they are so large,“ the warlock assesses in quiet awe, observing the sheer size of their new friend. Their fingers touch their chin and their eyes are literally sparkling with some variety of revealing magic as they examine it on other levels, following a deep curiosity to Know everything about it, of course. Andy steps closer, reaching out to learn more via touch, and Mads leans on the door watching while they pet every patch of fabric, play with every fin and claw, squeeze its limbs and tail, finally kneeling at the base of the bed to stare the stuffed dragon intensely in the sewn-on eyes. They're having a moment, trying to Understand this new and important addition to their life, and Know their True Name.
The angel doesn't question or judge their process, it's far too endearing to him, drawing a soft and steady smile from his tired face. He may not understand their thought process, but he knows how important this is to the little human, no longer of any conscious relation to someone he hates to think of; Andy's established plenty of their own associations by now. The nickname helps. They just remind him so much of his ward in behavior, it's easier to ignore the way their stare, fixed on him intently, sometimes makes his strings feel a little tighter around him. But they're happy, right now, and it makes him happy to see.
After several minutes of intense staring and thought, Andy nods to themselves, once, solemnly.
“Leofric.”
“Is that their name?” Mads raises an eyebrow, straightening up.
“That is the name he desires and deserves, yes. It means ”beloved king“. As he shall be.”
“A king, huh? What qualifies him as nobility here, was he voted in? Founded the kingdom?”
“As with many rulers who have historically claimed, to various levels of accuracy, to have been designated rulers by a divine messenger bestowing such power upon them personally, so shall Leofric receive a celestial's blessing and the right to rule from an inarguable source.”
As they explain, Andy stands up and moves back over to Mads Aurel, taking him by the hand and tugging him over to the bed, still very serious. They position him in front of the dragon, looking up at the angel expectantly.
If anyone can play along, it's Mads, but he does need to take a moment to figure out what he can do here that means jack shit. It takes him a second to remember he has more literal than usual divine magic at his fingertips. Raising both hands, Madison Aurel mutters a spell, a golden glow enveloping his fingers and, in a shining aura, Leofric and Andy. The latter looks from their glowing hands to their dragon to Mads, wide-eyed at the power and authority they see in him. It doesn't make him uncomfortable anymore, they mean well, and it feels nice to meet their expectations sometimes.
“Leofric, son of Rose, I declare you the rightful king and ruler of..“ He raises an eyebrow at Andy, and without speaking they send him a mental prompt. ”..the kingdom of the Safest Room, and all the lands and creatures within. May you rule with compassion, wisdom, and, a perpetually comforting presence. And, Andy, child of Hinata, I declare you the king's chosen steward, guard, and cuddle buddy, a bond made unbreakable by the divine blessing I've given you both. Do you accept this position?”
They stare in awe at this unexpected involvement and personal assigned task, but nod respectfully, hands shaking in front of them with semi-contained excitement. “I do, and I declare my eternal devotion to the king, and his divine patron.“ Dramatically, they kneel before him; Mads isn't sure how serious they're being, but after an awkward second he gestures them back to their feet.
”How was that, is Leofric nice and officiated now?“
”He very much is, I express my deep gratitude for your contribution. And- oh, my goodness, it did not occur to me.” Andy suddenly moves forward to hug Mads, feeling smaller than usual in this position, due to his literal height increase. He doesn't flinch, but hugs them back, looking down curiously.
“Thank you, Uncle Mads Aurel, thank you very much for providing access to this rather frivolous desire of mine, it means more to me than I am capable of clearly expressing.”
“I dunno, kid, it's perfectly clear to me,” Mads chuckles, rustling their curly hair. “It's not frivolous, I'm sure he'll bring you a lot of joy. You're very welcome. Now, let me give you a hang getting it back to your room because it's literally taller than you are.”
“That will not be necessary, I must adapt to transporting him regularly.” With that confidently established, Andy hefts Leofric up and off the bed, instantly concealed behind his plush mass. Mads watches them go like an ant with an entire marshmallow out his bedroom door, removing the king to his new domain and closing the door behind them with a deftly wedged foot.
oh shit, would you look at that. @learningeye congrats on the blog. makes sense that question brought you here, there’s definitely a lot of information to gather.
