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Ais has a minion!

Sweetheart the Saheric Sand Moth

Ais
Legacy Name: Ais

The

Custom Nostalgic Kumos
Owner:

Sera

Age: 8 years, 1 month, 3 weeks

Born: March 11th, 2016

Adopted: 8 years, 1 month, 3 weeks ago

Adopted: March 11th, 2016

Nominate Pet for Spotlight

Statistics

Level: 46
Strength: 61
Defense: 56
Speed: 61
Health: 50
HP: 10/50
Intelligence: 38
Books Read: 36
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Minion Feeder

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"What is this about? You look serious."
"Eight....Nine....Ten.. Is she done talking? Continue. I like new but hate change. But.. I can't stop it this time. Usually, I hope it doesn't matter, because lots of times, I feel like I've seen things before. So who cares.. it'll all come around again. But everyday, I've never felt this with her. And if it's always only once, then I can't.. um.."
"Sera?"
"I didn't.. the rest is just all sketches? There's flowers and.. I think it's your butt."
"What are you talking about, love?"
"......Honey tongue, will you marry me?"
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She can feel the passing sunlight hit her face as the rays peer over the looming mountains that surrounded her home. She furrows her eyebrows, her mind slowly reeling back to reality from her dreams in the Fade.
Gently, Aisling's eyes open. One blink, unfocused, then another, softer, as she gazes onto the sleeping figure in front of her. Sera.. It takes a moment, but her mind begins to register the loving curves of her lover's body that laid still to her right. Aisling's eyes trace across Sera's freckles, dotted carefully onto her lover's cheeks. When awake, Sera always had expressively playful eyes that matched her witty smirks and pranking demeanour. The only time she ever seemed to be gentle was when she would whisper sweet things into Aisling's tipped ears, or moments like now, when she was sleeping. Her long eyelashes, her always pouting lips, her choppy haircut that swept slightly over her eyes. Love. My wife, Sera. She repeats her name. A darling name that left a taste so sweet, like the pure honey collected from golden beehives. The only name. The corners of Aisling's mouth curl up slightly, forming a tenderly smile, as she reaches her left arm towards Sera.

She stops.
It's only a few moments when she realises she was trying to control something that was no longer a part of her. She raises her upper arm. The lower half that once existed was no longer there. The hand that started all of this-- the bright glowing anchor that made her a target, a prisoner, a hero, and a champion in the span of a year. Then, in a matter of seconds, the hand that was taken by a friend in return for her life. Nothing. Vanished. With no explanation.
Aisling's focus shifts from Sera to her elbow, the point where she ends, and the scars that marred up onto her shoulder when the anchor started to decay her body. She remembers what it felt like to crack her knuckles and wiggle her fingers. Even though it's been like this for a while now, every morning it's still the same ritual. Sometimes, though, she's not crippled in her dreams.
"Honey tongue?" A muddled voice pipes up, and Aisling turns her head over to find a half awoken Sera with drowsy eyes and a lazy smile. "Whatcha doing up so early, love?"
Aisling mirrors her darling's smile. "It's nothing, Sera. Don't worry yourself, go back to sleep,"
She leans up against the bed frame of their rather kitschy bed, adorned with a clash of textiles and colours, as her right hand slowly strokes Sera's sweet smelling hair. Sera's nose crinkles up slightly and twitches in response to being told what to do. Slowly, the Red Jenny slides herself toward Aisling, one hand holding tight onto Aisling's left upper arm. She sleepily kisses her the most bottom part of her inner elbow, skin almost unrecognisable by the injury. One time. Two times. Three. Four. The more kisses she gave, the higher they went on the arm. Eventually, they reach her shoulder, then her collarbone, then the place where her jaw meets her neck. The last kiss-- the one on the cheek, left Aisling flushing pink. Sera wraps both of her arms around her neck into a loving embrace, with her head resting on her lover's warm shoulder. "Mmmrph, wifey." She mumbles.
The warmth emanating from her flushed cheeks reaffirms Aisling of her love, her hand continuing to comb through the other elf's golden hair. She coos to her wife; and begins a hum an old lullaby that her mother had sung to her many years before. A gentle breeze that flows past the opened crack in their window causes the curtains to rise up slowly, as if they were dancing to the tune of a muted song. The morning air fills the room, bringing in the scent of the forest and damp mist. Aside from the chirping of the distant birds, Thedas is quiet. For once, the world wasn't in chaos, and it seemed like all the troubles she had worried about were no longer really there. Aisling was happy. The world was happy. Sera was happy.
Aisling looks back at her stumped elbow and chuckles under her breath. In that moment, her injury wasn't a big deal anymore. She had already sacrificed her life, her history, her people, and now the anchor. To have done all that, there was nothing more rewarding but to live on and be with the one she loved the most in this world.... she would've sacrificed a lot more, just so Sera would be with her forever.
She was the happiest woman in Thedas, because she got to wake up next to her.