He turned and nearly started, for there was a person out the window knocking on the open shutters. Behind the person’s back were wings, which strained against the wind.
“Excuse me,” said the winged person in a boy’s voice. “Is anyone there?”
In which we discover the protagonist’s name and meet a new character!
The boy’s hair made red trails through the tower. It crossed on itself, matting and knotting in the paths he had retraced.
"Aisling," the boy said over and over, to the girl, to the air around them, to the stones of the tower, anything that might listen. "Wake up. Please wake up."
Hello friends! I’m starting a serial fantasy fiction that should update every Friday. It’s a fantasy story that combines and reimagines classic fairy tales!
for funsies I went back to Order of the Griffin (I’m a bit sad to see the site has basically stayed the same for the past 3 years or so) to find this breeding project I did for Aisling, just to see if it would give me ideas for Flight Rising sort of stuff
and then I realized that breeding project for dragons would take so much longer because OotG breeding cycles were about a week, whereas FR operates on terms of…months y:
this particular result took me around two or three months I believe
I feel horribly bloated so all of my normally sexy shippy thoughts kind of devolve into people flopping around and cuddling.
like everybody all up in each others’ space and about to make out but then all decide that nahhhh maybe it would be better to just lounge around
somebody puts on a record for some classical piano music and they all wait out the night/the blahs
"Where are you? I can't find you!" (okay 2 sentences)
"I can’t tell you," said the girl, "the point is to find me on your own!"
The boy looked about, tracing his winding hair with his eyes, a heavy weight settling on his shoulders. “Aisling,” he mewed, unable to say anything else for a while, “Aisling, I tried everywhere, I don’t know where you are.”
There was silence for a while. Then the girl cried, her voice soft with tears but still audible, “Ceallach, I’m lost.”
A lil snippet I want to put down that I will fit into the story at a later time. This takes place when Ceallach and company are staying in Sonja’s castle!
wait just a fucking second
things that gods put in their patioes: koi pond mosaics that move as if they are alive.
ceallach giving his kids a ride in his woolhair. pikabutt best hair accessory.
suddenly imagining Ceallach, with his memories of Aisling slowly being buried and forgotten due to sorrow, creating elaborate avian teacups in his workshop having no idea why he keeps returning to that particular imagery ;n;
filing under “stuff bored gods in rapunemu would commission to put in their pleasure houses”