Quincy walking in the sky where will he go...
[Image ID: A digital illustration of OP’s OC, Quincy. He is a small creature with a circular head and large trapezoidal ears. He has large yellow cat-like eyes and a black cloak showing part of his legs. Quincy is shown walking down a stone road in the sky while looking behind him. He is wearing a green cloak, brown satchel, and a sword on his back. The sky is purple, with large clouds and stars behind him. End ID.]
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Debrief, Snippet #3 (no edits) (Back to Valaria)
“That is not an answer to my question, ma’am.” Arya’s eyes flashed and narrowed, only for the briefest of moments. It was time to light the fires again, remind these highborn fools who they dealt with. “And my rank is Major. I would appreciate that my accomplishments be properly acknowledged.”
The amusement vanished from Valaria’s face, cool frost replacing it in her voice. “No, Major. I do not seek to imply that you are, as you put it, a whore.”
“Then why this line of inquiry?” Arya flicked her gaze to Däthedr. “It has no relevance to the matters at hand. I raise a formal objection.”
Still. Still. Islanzadí did not look up from her notes. “Lady Valaria, your reasoning?” The queen scrawled something in the margins, shuffled the page to the back.
“It speaks to the Major’s state of mind during the mission, and the cohesion of the unit. If there were unrecognized or unclaimed relationships, physical or otherwise, between members of the guard and the Major, it stands to reason that it could have opened the door to jealousy and distraction.” Valaria casually swooped a fringe of her hair behind her ear, eyes flashing with the barest trace of triumph. “The Major has a…history, of acting rashly in some situations, most frequently when members of her guard or the…other members of her Varden squads were involved–”
The words left her mouth before Arya could stop them, sharp and hot and spitfire. “That sure sounds a lot like you’re implying I’ve whored my way through the Varden, Lady–”
“Major!” Däthedr’s staff cracked loud on the roots, his voice amplified to drown out whatever came next. “Restrain yourself.” Arya snapped her teeth shut with a harsh click, fully aware of the unfortunate timing of her slip. Bored her eyes through Valaria’s forehead and tried to ignore the smirk on the woman’s lips. “Lady Valaria, please continue.”
She bowed her head in the man’s direction. “Thank you, Lord Däthedr.” She returned her gaze to the young elf before them. “As I was saying, the Major has a long history of outbursts that frequently occur when it involves members of her guard or members of her Varden squads. It is no small stretch, then, to be concerned of the consequences such relations could have should they have been occurring during these courier missions. It should be known if they were a factor.”
Again, uneasy silence fell. Arya refused to look away from Valaria, that infuriatingly smug look glimmering through the mask. She heard Izlanzadí put aside her pen, a soft shuffle of something else being placed on the desk. Another moment of contemplation.
“Your reasoning is valid.” The queen’s voice was neutral. “Objection overruled.”
Arya glared up at the elf lord, for a handful of seconds dropping all pretense of polite and proper decorum her infuriating culture required. For that time she let Valaria see the fire in her eyes, the raise of her lip and the bared ancestral dragon’s teeth that replaced the dull canines and premolars that most elves sang forth instead of their natural weapons.
Let this woman see the face of defiance, of fury, that Durza saw.
Victory in defeat. Lady Valaria of House Teorann, lord of the city of Kirtan, took a minuscule step back from the wild child prodigal daughter of Du Weldenvarden before she could smother her reaction, her own eyes flaring wide for the briefest moment before she pulled down the mask again.
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I need someone tenderly braiding my hair while we sit in a meadow, a picnic basket fit for a hobbit at our sides, filled with homebaked bread, homemade jams, jellies, various fruits, some sandwiches, scones, and tea.
In the distance, many plants for foraging. Butterflies flutter about, symbolizing hope and rebirth. A family of rabbits grazes around the meadow, frogs leap onto the lily pads of the local pond, and sparrows fly overhead.
Our two cats have joined us and are sunbathing, occasionally trying to leap at the previously mentioned sparrows.
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are there any bats (not batflies) or other flying mammals in your regions, or nearby them?
No, mammals aren't very common, and are typically rather small anyway
The flying creature that eats small bugs niche is already soundly filled in my regions, and it's very unlikely that any mammal would evolve into it
-eternal anomaly
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