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Aerate
Legacy Name: Aerate

The Storm Paralix

Owner: tarova_519

Age: 6 years, 2 weeks

Born: April 26th, 2018

Adopted: 6 years, 2 weeks ago

Adopted: April 26th, 2018

Statistics

• Level: 1
   
• Strength: 10
   
• Defense: 10
   
• Speed: 10
   
• Health: 10
   
• HP: 10/10
   
• Intelligence: 0
   
• Books Read: 0
• Food Eaten: 0
• Job: Unemployed

“WHERE IS HE?”

Everyone in the fall froze. Some quivered, shooting sparks into the air. Some glanced out the window. Aeolus followed their gaze and saw a bright blue light emanating from outside. He sighed.

Aerate say underneath a tree, designing intricate patterns in the soil with his tail. Ants maneuvered around the trenches and caverns he manufactured.

“Aerate.” He glanced up and saw Aeolus. He immediately bowed. They stood in silence for several seconds. “How many inches of rain does the Mojave desert receive per year?”

“Not a lot,” Aerate replied with an earnest grin.

“Can you define not a lot?” the god insisted.

“Six,” he replied, brimming with confidence of unknown origin.

“Less than 13 a year,” Aeolus corrected. “How much did you give them yesterday?”

“Six,” he answered again, this time with waning confidence.

“Are you sure?”

“It’s not an exact science,” Aerate explained.

“But you agree that 60 is a lot more than 6?” the wind god asked, glowering at the small spirit.

“Can you define a lot?”

“Aerate, this is unacceptable. I cannot understand how Lips gives you such a wide berth, but no longer.”

“Wait,” says Aerate. “Before you bring your vengeance upon me, can I just say that deserts are pretty difficult to rain on? Like when is a good time to rain on them? I have to make sure the cacti don’t die and those little animals are okay but not too okay like –”

“Would you rather be in charge of a rainforest?” Aeolus thundered.

“Now that is entirely too much work. I can barely water a desert!”

“You a lazy spirit and I will never comprehend how you came into this position. You are an agent of a Greek wind god yet you act with reckless abandon, destroying ecosystems. What were you thinking?”

“I’m sorry.”

“No. What. Were. You. Thinking?”Aerate didn’t say anything; just stare at the ground searching for what Aeolus wanted to hear. Aeolus looked down upon him and sighed.

“I hope whatever it was, it was worth it.” …

Aerate twirled through the clouds of his own design.- swirls of violet and rose. Today it will rain. He hadn’t come out here in several months but he delighted to see that very little has changed. Stones still cast familiar shadows on the twitching sand. He spiraled down the tallest one, gripping his claws into the rock. Raindrops started to tumble from the sky.

Concentration was key in this routine but it was abruptly broken by a distinct rattling sound.

Aerate glanced to his right. There was a small kangaroo rat hoping towards the shade.

An undulating mass of diamond patterned scales followed. The kangaroo rat fiercely turned to face the snake and kicked sand towards it.

The wind spirit was familiar with the circle of life with it’s ironic predilections towards death. However, this behavior was unusual. The kangaroo rat usually does this before the snake attacks, to alert to the snake that it is aware of its presence. This time, this was an attack. There were unforeseen stakes that caused the rat to act out of desperation.

Aerate leapt from his perch in front of the rattlesnake. It reared back and shook the tip of its tail at him menacingly. The wind spirit growled, bolts emanating from his claws, creating a soft thundering sound. The snake hissed one last time before crawling away.

The kangaroo rat stared at Aerate, then rested it’s tail lightly on his. Aerate smiled. The small animal bounced away, but glanced back towards Aerate and waited. The spirit followed. It eventually disappeared within a crevice within the rock formation. Aerate waited, confused but intrigued. The kangaroo rat emerged with two small rats and gazed at Aerate.

“You’re welcome,” he finally mustered. The small furry family disappeared into the crevice again.

He smiled to himself. Until he realized that in all this time, he forgot to stop the rain.

“Fuck.”

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