#tsi'in

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Rain

After a long time, my friend and I resumed communication, in honor of this I decided to make a small drawing with our characters

This is little Tsi'in!!

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Underwater

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Fnu! Mefo set hahaw!

This is Tsì'in and her youngest daughter Nihìt!

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[As you enter the Tawkami clan's village, you encounter a little girl. The child seems kind and friendly, but hey…what's that?]

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Mother Leo and daughter Leo

Tsì'in and her little Tsiriri! She looks like she's about 5 years old here, lol, she's so silly (*´▽`*)

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Angry Mom 🦁

These are Tsi'in and her baby Seze, Tsiriri's older sister

Tsi'in doesn't like people very much...

Wooops, "Ke tung oel 'iteru oengeyä futa käteng hu sawtute", that was correctly...

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YapaytÌrol tsahÌk

The YapaytÌrol clan dwells deep in the Spires of the Clouded Forest, where the cliffs touch the clouds and the fog is so thick and heavy it presses on the chest like stones.

They live in an old, very large chiroptera cave, setting up their camp there and taming the chiroptera that live there, using them for hunting.

Their attire is not particularly flashy, but rather practical: nothing clanking or rattling. Warriors and flyers tie their hair back to keep it out of their eyes and wear cloaks to protect them from the wind and cold. Many women wear long skirts.

The area around their clan is marked by small wind chimes and large flutes, on which the winds play their songs, allowing the hunters to easily find their way home.

The clan's members have grayish-blue skin, possess extremely acute hearing, and are accustomed to making no unnecessary sounds, even speaking very quietly. Many adults spend years honing their mastery of silent movement, making them truly deadly.

The Ikrans and the Vedas are one, and only by achieving such trust can they fly in near-complete obscurity.

The clan sings songs without words, conveying emotion through intonation. They have a special place for meditation where they can sit for hours in complete silence, listening only to the whisper of the wind.

Apprentices ready to become adults craft daggers and arrows from gemstones, be they opal, amethyst, quartz, amber, or similar stones they find themselves. It is believed that the color of the stone reflects a person's character and destiny. They don't need eyes to see; they rely entirely on their hearing. This is why even blind elders can be formidable opponents.

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Tsiriri Te Räa Tsi'in'ite

I found my Riri's old design, lol!

Oh, I'm back hahaha My computer has been broken for three damn months (and still is, I just bought a new one, bruh)

(her tail is broken, yeah)