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Lady Fay has a minion!

Ice the Sidine

Lady Fay
Legacy Name: Lady Fay

The

Reborn Devonti
Owner:

Suffolks

Age: 12 years, 5 months, 1 week

Born: December 3rd, 2011

Adopted: 12 years, 5 months, 1 week ago

Adopted: December 3rd, 2011

Statistics

Level: 17
Strength: 43
Defense: 44
Speed: 34
Health: 44
HP: 44/44
Intelligence: 4
Books Read: 4
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Unemployed

"Fay?"

Orange-red eyes flickered open to take in the sight of a comfortingly darkened room. They blinked rapidly and confusedly for a few seconds before squinting innocently up at the glowing figure above her.

"Fay!" the figure rumbled happily. "Wake up, little one; the world awaits you!" it said in its quiet, gentle tone. "Come, come; try your legs."

"Don't push her too hard, honey. She's just a baby. She may not stand for a few minutes yet. Look, her eyes have just opened!" Fay realized she was pressed up against another glowing figure, which was keeping her toasty warm. She stirred and glanced back and forth between the two, still confused, feeling small. The one at her back reached out and nuzzled her. She made a tiny meeping sound before falling silent again and opening her eyes a bit wider. The room clarified itself the more she opened her eyes.

The figure to her back, which she quickly identified as mom, shifted and stood away from her, leaving her stuck on the floor. She was still wet from birth and the moving air hit her like a wall. She squalled quite loudly and struggled to get to her feet. Her mother's warm tongue was cleaning her off as she wobbled all over the floor for a few minutes. She bumped into the other figure, which chuckled and moved slowly away.

"That's your father, dearest Fay. Try not to run him over." her mother informed her.

"I'm not trying." Fay's first thoughts floated unbidden through her head. She squinted at his feet and concentrated hard before heaving again. She wobbled in place for a moment before finally gaining her feet for the first time. Her parents cheered quietly and soon she was taking her first steps and having her first meal, courtesy of her mom.

After staying in their nice dark quiet room for a day or two and allowing Fay to gain strength, her parents brought her into the world proper. They exited out a back door in the room into a pleasant courtyard decorated with cactus and flowering plants planted in the fine sand that made up the soil. A small fountain trickled quietly in the shade on the other side of the courtyard. Tiny Fay, who had never seen such things or heard water trickle or experienced direct sunlight, bounced happily over to a plant sniffed the leaves, wondering if she could put them in her mouth. Her father laughed while her mother mildly scolded her and continued their walk around the paved outer edge, which was covered by a walkway supported by arches.

Off to the side of the courtyard was another door to another room with a fire burning in a hearth. Fay bounded alongside her mother, full of the energy of new life, and into the room before coming to a standstill in front of a massive cushion with a creature on it. Startled, she backed away and hid under her mother's glowing belly. The creature, which looked like her father but was not fiery like him, stood slowly and stepped down from its elevated cushion. It was obviously a being of great age, and instead of a coat of flames it had a coat like dying embers. It lowered its head and peered at Fay, who peered back with confidence.

"This is your new daughter?" the old one asked her father. He nodded proudly and gently asked Fay to step out. Her mother shimmied smoothly sideways and nudged Fay forward. Confidence lost, she crept up and stood before him, quivering slightly but with head held high. The old one made his agonizingly slow way up to her, his bones creaking and cracking, and stared into her eyes. She felt like he was probing her inner soul but could not look away, could not blink. It was an instant eternity later that he blinked and turned to face her father again.

"She will be great someday." Her father glanced at her with so much pride that Fay wanted to bounce and jump and cry out with joy. The old one lay down again and stared into the fire before him.

They left the room and went back into the courtyard. For all her vigor and happiness in the room, Fay was exhausted. She barely made it to their room before collapsing in a heap on the floor and falling asleep. Her father moved her with his horns to a cushion she shared with her mother before leaving to tell everyone the good news.

Days passed, and Fay grew strong and healthy. Her coat, like her parents, began to flame on its own and soon she was never cold, even in the chilling nights of the desert. She was taken out and slowly introduced to the city they lived in. The city was hewn from the rock of a mountain in the center of a vast desert that stretched as far as the eye could see. From the pinnacle of the mountain one could see for miles and miles in every direction, but there was not much to see save the endless dunes and occasional tree poking up from an oasis behind a dune. Trade caravans brought goods to the city over ever-changing roads and left loaded with pottery and dates, the fruit that sustained most of the populace. Most of the workers of the city worked in either the date tree orchards at the bottom of the city or the clay mines close to the mountain, where a river flowed from deep within, giving life to the trees and the city.

Fay soon found that there were not only Devontis in this grand place but also other creatures. Most of the others did not flame and glow in the dark, but she made many friends nonetheless. Her parents enrolled her in a school near the top of the mountain, full of other flaming creatures of all sorts from far and wide and led by a great old Dragarth, who flew around the entire city every morning to make sure all was well within its walls. Fay learned that unlike her, many of the other fiery beings were not born on fire to flaming parents; indeed, most of them had never seen something catch on fire an live to tell the tale before. Most had been sent after attending a special school, much like the one she currently attended, and drinking a potion at the graduating ceremony that changed them. One of her friends talked of being at a ceremony where on of the students had drank the potion and become made of ice instead of fire. Fay decided that she liked being on fire better than being frozen in ice.

Years later, graduation had finally come to Fay. She was ranked within the top five of her class, number three to be exact, and watched her parents proudly from the podium as she gave her speech. She was now to choose her path in life, having completed her schooling in a school designed for guardians. After talking with her parents, she chose to become a professional Guardian and work under the tutelage of another, learning the ways of the desert, how to navigate its endless dunes, and how to protect it and the peoples in it from harm.

Soon Fay was assigned to her own patch of desert to guard, near where the foothills of the mountains joined with the more temperate regions of the world in a vast forest, mostly uninhabited but with a few travelers and lost caravans.

Fay awoke one day to the sound of feet skittering down the side of a sand dune. She was deeply buried in said dune, deep enough tor the glow of her coat to not be visible at night and for her to feel the coolest sands during the day. She pushed her head out of her hole and blinked into the early morning sun, already burning away the last vestiges of the cool night. A creature was sliding in a rather graceless fashion down the far side of her dune, obviously not used to desert travel but on the run from something. Fay shook her way quickly out and followed it easily, blending in to her surroundings now that the sun was up. The poor thing was gasping for breath and parched, the air rattling from his lungs out dry lips.

A few hours into the chase and Fay could feel the presence that hunted the fleeing creature approaching. It was fast and had a distinctly malignant air to it, bringing chills to her body. She had decided not to help the creature after feeling what hunted it, figuring that it had to have done something fairly evil to have something chase it this far and this hard. If her intuition proved to be wrong, she was perfectly capable of dispatching the creature and whatever hunted it. This was her desert, after all. She could kill something simply by outrunning them to the nearest water hole.