Dayton's Links
How can somehting made of dense marble be able to fly? Even if there are wings, the wings are also made of marble. It must be magic.
A passionate young artist of words. Literature is an art of itself, being able to create vibrant pictures without ever putting paint to canvas. I am cautious though, because this human seems unable to read the words they wish to use. Their bifocals are smudged and cracked, how can one see through those?
There are sigils on the angel's robes. Maybe they can be translated into some kind of spell. The shawls they use can be limp like fabric but turn into swords with the flick of a wrist, but it's still made of marble? It must be magic.
This human can't get any spells correct. If they got things right 100% of the time, then winning battles wouldn't be such a pain.
Venna is nice to me, she talks to me more than anyone ever had. I know she's pushing me around and taking advantage of me, but she's the first person I would call a friend. I must have caught her attention despite my camoflauge.
What a weirdo but that makes them a good friend. I hear em muttering spells to themselves and random things explode. It's hilarious. I like going around town with them. I cause a distraction and since they're so nonchalant they can steal whatever.
One look at Vernon and you think of a hero. One look at me and you think of dirt. He's so loud and attention grabbing, I can't help but hide because everyone in town would look at us.
Dayton's one of the little guys we met at that one wizard town. He lived on the streets with the trash and raccoons. Would have been rad if we got a raccoon, but Dayton's rad too. Rad-ish. Mmmm...radishes...
She's so vibrant and colorful, but so crude and materialistic. I've lived among the trash, filth, and undesirables. Other people's trash have been my treasures, but even then I don't grow attached. My most valuable possession would be my entire outfit. I wouldn't change for the world...my clothes, I mean.
Oh dear, a grab bag of textures and dirty colors. Different shades of disgusting brown all slapped onto a dried yet greasy monkey. Cracked glasses, an unharmonious flower, and a zipper that serves no purpose. I feel violated to even look at them.
Meeting new species is amazing to me. I'm just a human and we have to learn how to do most everything, but seeing someone so young harness magic with such ease, and magic that is very useful too, I can't help but think maybe we humans are meant for other things than magic and fighting.
Hat wizard does magic I can't do. I can only do healings. The wizard does fire and sparks!
I've met this fairy before...They gave me the flower on my hat. It's an enchanted flower, because despite being pulled from its stem, it still continues to grow. And I guess that just like me in a way. I hope I don't wither away like other flowers.
I see you~ The flower on their hat matches my flower, teehee~ These flowers are enchanted flowers, they live much longer than other flowers. Like how fairies live much longer than other species! I wonder if I look good in a hat. Oh! But that would cover my pretty hair... I wonder if they're covering pretty hair under there.
This fairy keeps staring at the flower on my hat. Maybe it's familiar to them. The flower does originate from a Fairy Village.
"This one wears a flower like many fairies do! Rare plants that grow in the village are only given to those that are friends of the fairies. How did this one get such a flower?"