Nov 29, 2025
Commission for itsjoelle! I'm so glad I got to draw Aemilia and Naago again! They are so sweet together :3 Thank you for commissioning me again! 💛💛
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Commission for itsjoelle! I'm so glad I got to draw Aemilia and Naago again! They are so sweet together :3 Thank you for commissioning me again! 💛💛
ship special commission for @halikyon!
thank you so much!
"You know, the point of doing this was to enjoy the sunset." "Aye, yet I find you outshine it." "Who taught you to be so smooth?"
Polyship Week Day 8 - Free Day
And how about something for Nahte and Naago, because she seems to be a new addition to the polycule? "In joy", please!
Thanks so much for the request! :3 I really enjoyed writing it! Sorry this took so long! 🙏
(Ask me for a kiss! Help me get all 50!)
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Nahte came in on a midnight wind – and that might have been very romantic anywhere but Gyr Abania, where the sand stirred into desert blizzards, blotting out the moon and stars, and even the keenest dryland hunters took shelter to wait out the storm.
The stablemaster dared not berate a Warrior of Light, but Nahte saved them the trouble of stewing on it and apologized nonetheless once he’d tucked into the relative safety of Rhalgr’s Reach. “It was a foolish risk. I’ll take the aetheryte next time.”
“Would be an unfortunate way to lose you, Master Vhia.” They replied, “Especially after what all else tried and failed.”
He smiled and nodded. Grani nudged him, and Nahte gave its plated hide an absent pat. A Familiar spun from the fabric of an old reality needn’t fear the desert like mortals, and there’d been no real danger astride such a fearsome beast not bound to the laws that governed spoken races. But that, like many other things, had become difficult to talk about of late.
“Do you think she’ll be happy to see us?” He asked.
Grani blinked.
Nahte shrugged, and started walking. “I have time to think of what to say.” As if he hadn’t spent the entire ride out rehearsing. “She’ll be well asleep at this bell.”
Tail twitching, he kicked at a stone. Wind whistled through the rocks high above, scattering the waterfall before it made landing in the oasis at the center of the camp. Now so close to his nebulous goal, he felt the weight of it too keenly. “I should have written ahead. This was a silly impulse. She might feel pressured, she could be busy." A grimace. "She’ll definitely be busy.”
Grani snorted, eerie gaze following a few soldiers as they trotted in a line on the opposite shore. The clink of its metal claws rattled softly on the stone beneath its feet.
“I could leave. Save us both the trouble.”
“Grnnnn…”
“You’re right. The scouts will mention I came by, and she’ll know I was here. It’d be worse not to say hello. I’m sure I can find some excuse, something – that won’t look desperate. We saved the world, didn’t we? And all the Reflections. What have we got to be insecure about?” A scoff.
Grani blinked twice.
“I just – I don’t want her to feel like an afterthought.” Nahte sighed, a slow sound against the race of his thoughts that darted like dragonflies between a myriad of half-baked potential failures, each at odds with the last. “But I’m a damn Warrior of Light, aren’t I?” A smile that showed teeth, as the Moonkeeper rolled his shoulders and scoffed. “Disbanding the Scions won’t make me stand out any less. I’ll never just be an Adventurer again. The others – even her – all have homes, callings, to return to, or chase, and I’m…”
Nahte drug a palm across his face, growling quietly deep in his throat. “What am I without all the rest of it?”
He stopped, and Grani stopped with him.
The pit in Nahte’s stomach grew cold. He had saved the world. He was supposed to be strong, stable, proud of his success and confident in his own future. The people who stopped him in the streets wanted inspiration. Something to look up to. A man to live up to his own legend. She deserved at least as much as them – more, even.
And here he was pacing himself into a nervous wreck, there would be no hiding it from the keenness of her gaze. “No, this was a mistake. She won’t want to see me like this. I’ll tell the gatekeeper something came up, apologize, and – OW!”
With a hiss, Grani coiled back its head, prepared to nip him again.
Nahte checked his shoulder for blood. “Do you have any idea what a hassle that jacket is to stitch?”
Snort.
“Well, it would be, if I couldn’t weave with aether. So.”
Huff.
Splatters of light gathered around Nahte’s palm as he lifted the savaged elbow to mend torn fabric. “What’s gotten into yo–”
Hissing, Nahte jumped back in time to avoid another wardrobe-dismantling strike from his steed. “Hey!”
Grani galloped forward, and, not entirely sure how to counteract it without causing more of a scene, Nahte pitched backward to stay out of reach of the metallic fangs so suddenly eager to change his wardrobe. And possibly eat him.
“Willyoustopit”, he scolded, ears pinned as they danced like matador and bull.
Grani did not ‘stopit’, and instead lunged with sudden swiftness. Jaws clamped down on Nahte’s cape as it trailed behind and yanked him, hard.
“Ghuck!”
The beast sat, just as suddenly immobile, while its master struggled in vain to pull free.
“Did Emet let you get away with this?” Nahte snarked, tail lashing as he tugged the thick wool. He ears flicked against his skull, “Did Azem teach you how to do it?”
Snort.
Grani lifted its head, attention shifting to something behind Nahte.
“Oh no, I’m not falling for that one.” He growled, releasing his hold to put both hands on his hips.
“Domestic squabble?” Teased a familiar voice at his back.
Nahte turned, too fast because his cape was still taut in Grani’s mouth, and staggered ungracefully into the realization that M’naago had waylaid them.
Grani released him, and no amount of Miqo’te grace could spare the Warrior of Light an accelerated meeting with the ground at her feet. “Shit.”
She giggled, squatting down to pull his hood up and see his face. “I thought the scouts were mistaken. Why didn’t you write ahead?”
Pushing up on his knees, Nahte met her gaze and smiled weakly, ears drooping. “Naago.” He purred, reaching for a hand to hold in his lap. “You’re up late. Or – early?”
She indulged him, eyes wide and pupils round in the gathered dark. “Lucky for me. It’s not every day you get to see someone best the fabled Crimson Liberator. They’ll write songs about this, I’ll make sure of it.”
“Anything’s better than the one about the gigantoads.” He threw a scathing glower of mock-scorn in Grani’s direction. “I thought I might trade him in for a griffin.”
“They’re no better.” She lamented. “At least Grani doesn’t leave smelly little gifts on your bags when its cross about something.”
“Eugh. Don’t give him ideas.” Nahte rolled his eyes, smiling a little softer. Then, “...I’m sorry I didn’t give you fair warning. I’m sure you’re busy, I won't waylay your time. It was… I’m glad I got to see you, at least.”
“Fair warning?” M’naago’s ears flicked with amusement, but something went taut in her smile. A little crease appeared between her brows. Nahte felt suddenly very conscious of the sleepless lines beneath his eyes, and the fact he hadn’t had a chance to groom properly before facing her.
She chuffed. “I ask for warning regarding storms, bandits, and sisters. You are always a welcome surprise.”
Something jagged in his heart clenched, and Nahte turned his gaze to the side to hide the tears welling there so inappropriately. He only needed some seconds to blink them back, and come up with a clever retort.
M’naago tugged him to his feet, and her free hand put affectionate, insistent pressure at his jaw, urging him to look at her. “It’s good to see you, Nahte. We have a lot to catch up on, eh? But first – and foremost,” her nose pressed gently to his and she purred, eyes half lidded. “Can I kiss you?”
He staggered out a quiet laugh. “I’d like tha–mngh–”
A soft mouth pressed to his, tugging at a lip before he could shut his mouth and dragging a reciprocal purr out of him, as she ran calloused fingers through dusty hair.
Grani had the decency to cover its eyes with a tassel of barding. But truthfully Nahte didn’t care who watched. He was just happy to be held.
Commission for itsjoelle! Aemilia is such a gorgeous wol, I'm so glad I got to draw her again! And with Naago too!!! They are so cute together 🥺 Thank you for commissioning me!! 🌈✨🧡🤍💗
I needed to have them kiss
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