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[yvraiya-blog]

A’vraiya and Tajha done by @negativesd09

Amazing work!  Thank you!

[sibutum]

unbending as the earth. right as the rain.

[bad-decision-roulette]

Green Day

Y’tajha enjoyed the tale I told of when I was young and disbelieved mother’s cautionary tales against drink. The kits hate hearing it. While I’m sure X’shah’s legend might be a little dark for their young minds, this one seemed easier for retelling. These are her words.

"..O' the Earth, are we. Reckon some of you've heard me sayin' that o'er and o'er before.”

..Children o' Azeyma, we are, but it weren't just Her Light we owe ourselves tah.

Y'see, it goes that we Raincatcher's came t'be from Her Light's will 'pon her daughter Nophica's request.

Once upon a time, the land you stand on 'ere were nothin' but slick rock an' coral, held in dominion by the Shark-teeth an' the serpent what devours it upon 'is maw.

The Earthdaughter wanted t'braoder Her domain, even if it meant goin' an' bargin' on the Seadaughters own, an' crept under the veil of hr woods t'beckon for the Sunmother. 

Azeyma wanted li'l t'do with the spite o' Her li'l ones, but caved in when promised they'd be takin' the appearance an' name o' Her Children, grandin' her kiddo her warriors by blessin' two raindrops from the highest cloud perched in the sky an' lettin' them land ont'ah the smallest path o' grass an' dirt, raisin' up the first pair o' Raincatchers.

The bitch Seadaughter took quick notice an' sent her armies after the two, but her domain weren't the ground, an' so long as the two stood their ground upon that blessed stub, nothin' could overwhelm 'em. Nay, not e'en that abysmal serpent o' hers.

..An' so, they was driven back t'their corner o' the island, hidin' in fear an' spite o'er the land. Our hair here comes form 'at path o' blessed grass, green as can be, always servin' as a reminder that we're fated t'keep watch o'er it..”

[jirarhenare]

"Y'make me feel good, course! Comfortable...?" shifty glances. "Ah, hells... y'like a sister, I s'pose. Is sure fun beatin' on arsehats with you, an' y'reliable and trustworthy..." Tajha's bad at these things, okay. "In the end, I trust ye. But no hugs." Please, no hugs.

There is something warm that reaches her eyes – the press of a smile that spreads wider than she’d like, of course, perhaps. “Oh, yeh?” The Jackal taunts, if only for a fraction of a moment - bright golden eyes peering to the other woman’s in wonder. “So are yeh’.. but, let’s not get all cuddly, yeh?” Cue hug. The very thing that the other woman TOTALLY didn’t want. Too bad, you suffer here and now with a pressure that can break ribs.