#mistwind excerpts

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“Don’t do anything stupid tonight.” “Stupid how?” “Getting us both killed kind of stupid.”

Lander and Edyn

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"Four months? That's not long." "Long enough to know no one's looking for me.

Lander and Edyn

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We knew each other, didn’t we? Before I lost my memories.

Edyn to unknown

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a little drabble from Mistwind because @lucecarlyledraws has inspired me with all her amazing drawings! I love her so so much. This little fic features all her fave girls in it. It might be canon one day. We’ll see.

her drawings of Niralin can be found here and Reagan here

Niralin was inspecting the outreaches of the camp with Taiath when they noticed the disturbance. People were murmuring in hushed voices to each other, worried looks on their faces. “What’s going on?” Taiath was the first to ask. Niralin frowned thoughtfully. The camp was too quiet. Only the children who didn’t know any better were still playing. As she watched, they too paused in their games. One by one they all turned their faces upward, staring at the sky. Niralin followed their line of sight—and swore. “Oh, crap.” She turned back toward the centre of the camp and began to jog.

“Wait, what is it?”

“A falcon,” Niralin told her brother. “Layeran scouts, they use them.” This was not good. She knew Bayr had been hoping that this far into the desert the scouts wouldn’t be able to find them.

Before Niralin can get far, she hears someone shouting. It’s Althaea running towards them from the higher ground, her wild hair flying behind her. There was a wide smile on her face. “Niralin,” she was shouting. “It’s Jordie and Reagan. They’re back!”

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Niralin was the first to greet Jordie and Reagan as they walked into camp. Both the girls were covered in sand, their hair and clothes covered with it. Jordie was walking a pace behind Reagan, her shoulders drooping wearily, but the other girl looked more energised than ever. When she saw Niralin, a signature smirk appeared on her face. “This is all you lot could rustle up for a welcome committee? I’m offended.”

Laughing, Niralin strode forward and pulled her friend into a hug that Reagan quickly returned. “This is what happens when you don’t warn us that you’re coming.” Pulling away, Niralin quickly hugged Jordie as well. The girl’s grip was weak and Niralin realised she was exhausted. With the greetings over with, Niralin looked between the two of them questioningly. “We thought you were dead.”

“Sorry we’re late,” Jordie shrugged.

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i don't know whoever the hell Niralin's love interest is but i already ship them

would you believe they’re a crack ship? These two characters probably wouldn’t have ever met, but one day I was going through various character profiles and just thought “these two would be cool” and their relationship was born. They quickly became my mains, and they will be endgame if I have anything to say about it.

bonus scene

It wasn’t long before he felt a pair of eyes on them. Soren looked up to find [?] staring, a stunned look on his face. Dread flooded through Soren and he tightened his grip on Niralin, waiting for [?] to recognise him. However, the other man couldn’t take his eyes off of Niralin.

In the same moment Soren realised this, he also realised that Niralin was carefully training her gaze away. It was like she already knew [?] was watching. Then the pieces fell into place.

“You know him?” Soren asked incredulously.

Niralin nodded tightly but didn’t stop walking. “He won’t turn us in.”

Soren looked over at [?], but the lovelorn expression had already been wiped from the other man’s face. His lips twitched up into a smile. “I see.”

“Shut up.”