#Moonlight Moura

[thecandywrites]

Monster March 2024- Day 25- Harpy/Moura- Part 7

And more complications. And a good base for friendship and then more than friends. Also- there is a nod to Downy Bliss in here because it's my favorite laundry softener and scent booster scent.

Also there is a reference to chicken math. And that is where you have a flock of chickens and you end up having more of them than you originally wanted or had expected to have. Because leaving the feed store without baby chicks in the spring to help your broody hens get a chance to be a mom because you don't have a rooster is a thing. And it tends to follow like the fibonacci number sequence.

Moonlight Moura

Part 7

Come morning, you awoke to the feeling of someone brushing the hair from your face as you slowly came out of the deep, almost coma-like sleep to open your eyes only to see Nahlo there with Thyla. 

“Good morning.” You greeted happily as a smile soon spread over your lips to mirror the smile he was already wearing. 

“Good morning. So you need to sleep under the stars huh?” He asked. 

“Under the moon. Yeah. Which doesn’t make sense, mouras usually need sunshine, with the sunrise and the sunset being best. I don’t know why I need moonlight now. Must have something to do with the lightning. Probably. Most likely. Damned lightning.” You raspberried with a roll of your sleepy eyes as you closed them again which got Nahlo to snicker a laugh. 

“Did I worry you again?” You asked as you began to stretch as you began to fully wake up. 

“Nope. Thyla said you were on the safest spot on the farm. Although I did check Jenya’s chest first though.” Nahlo admitted. 

“Hmm.” You hummed with a grin. 

“So do I need to move your bed up here for the rest of the time that you’re here?” He asked. 

“Depends on the weather. If it’s going to have lighting and thunder and rain? Probably not. If it’s going to be nice and clear? Yes.” You answered. 

“Actually, I got just the thing for you, come on.” He invited before you got up and got onto Thyla with him to use him as another pillow as you put the pillow between you but wrapped yourself and him in the blanket as Thyla glided down to the ground softly before he showed you to a second storage barn where an interesting platform was built. Whose floor was a larger but thicker and sturdier circle of plexiglass as thick as your palm but would still allow sunlight through it even in the winter when the roof was folded up. 

“What’s this?” You asked. 

“This is what we put on the barn during the winter when there’s lots of snow and we don’t want the snow to cave in the skylight. Jenya and Daer have a future nest already built for when their clutch size is only a couple dozen eggs. It would fit into this like a mattress and the quilt to go with it would be a good blanket and we could put other pillows and stuff into it.” He offered as you played with the roof part of it that could either fold out or fold up. 

“I love it. It’s perfect.” You smiled. 

“Wait, you said during the winter. I just flew in the winter solstice.” You recalled. 

“Well for you it might be winter, for us, this is summer.” Nahlo said. 

“Oh, the opposite hemisphere, opposite season?” You guessed. 

“Bingo.” Nahlo grinned before he walked deeper into the second barn and got the special nest and the special quilt that was usually used to incubate the eggs and put it inside, you were very pleased that they fit very nicely inside it. Then you tried to put the blanket and the pillow you had been used. 

“Wait, don’t move in yet. We need to get all of this washed and dried before you use it. Because it’s been in storage for a while. You deserve a nice clean bed. Even if you’re going to be sleeping in, or on- the barn.” Nahlo stopped you from adding the pillow or the blanket into it as well as he pulled the two out, just to make sure they would fit right. 

“Oh, right. Thank you.” You thanked him as you simply wore the blanket like a big coat and still hugged the pillow while he put the pad and it’s quilt over Thyla to bring over to the laundry house. 

You watched in curious amusement how he put the two into two very large but separate washing machines and put the appropriate soaps in before he gestured to several large glass containers of what looked like wax beads. 

“Pick a scent for your bedding.” He invited. 

“You guys have…perfume…for your laundry?” You asked as you put the pillow and blanket down on a folding table to go up to them and open them. 

“Yeah.” He nodded. 

“Is perfume so cheap here that you put it into your laundry?” You asked as you sniffed down the line of glass jars. 

“Um, some kinds, yes. Other kinds- no.” Nahlo answered. 

“Like for your person expensive, for your clothes, cheap?” You guessed. 

“Yup.” He nodded as you hummed and continued to sniff the various colored pellets before you got to a pink one and nearly melted to the floor. 

“Oh by the five spheres does this smell amazing.” You fawned as you deeply inhaled the scent. 

“Yeah, that one tends to be a favorite.” He smiled, before you quickly sniffed the others but came back to the pink one. 

“This one. Definitely this one.” You said before he got huge cup fulls and added it to the soaps he already put into the washing machines before he got the corresponding fabric softener. 

“What’s that? More perfume?” You asked as you looked at the pink liquid he measured out and added it to the load. 

“Uh, yeah, that and it helps the fabric stay soft even after many, many washes.” He answered. 

“Huh. That’s wonderful.” You grinned. 

“Well if Neveah ever opens up for commerce between the colonies. Whoever sells this stuff is going to make a fortune, just, mountains and mountains of gold. We naturally add oils derived from herbs and flowers to our soap already. But this is…a thousand times better. Every moura woman from your southern pole to the north pole would come here and buy this stuff just so that her own home smells this wonderful. The laundry houses would be overrun with mouras doing their laundry daily to wash everything they can touch in this stuff.” You smiled as you practically wanted to roll in it. 

“Well, now I know what to send home with you. So that at least you can do that. You are looking much better today, that moonlight really helped.” Nahlo noted. 

“I feel better today. I would think hopefully with more nights like last night and days like the last couple. I’ll be set right in no time.” You appraised.

“Hopefully.” Nahlo mirrored. 

But the amount of batteries was much less today than what had been brought the day before. It left everyone scratching their heads about what to do or how to do it. So you were left to go around to the various dragon barns to repeat the process you had repeated before because there was little else to do while you waited for Nahlo’s workmates to try to find a way to drain the rest of your excess power that didn’t involve you going to the other islands and while you still barely glowed, Nahlo told you that in sunlight, it wasn’t really noticeable so you didn’t have to wear your hood or cover up with long sleeves since the temperatures were warming up. But it would all have to wait until the beginning of the next week because here in Neveah, they took the weekends “off” of work. Which left this weekend free for you to visit the rest of the dragon barns. Which was both a blessing, yet, in a way, a trap. Because at any moment, anyone could spot you and turn you over.

Alidore and his other unmarried brothers had been waiting on you at Nahlo's work again today. He was insistent that you come back to his family’s estate to spend more time with Aeleo. But thankfully Nahlo insisted that you would only go back once you had visited all others first. But that didn’t stop Alidore and his brothers from leaving you a large “gift basket” of items. Jewelry, made out of those same dragon scales. A heavy perfume and you fought not to crinkle your nose at. And a set of lotions and self pampering items. All in the name of “self care”.

You were at least gracious in accepting the gift but still shied away from any other physical contact than that of a handshake as you insisted that it was still very difficult for you to control all the excess electricity and you did not wish to electrocute him or his brothers or anyone else and that prolonged skin contact with you unless there were many layers of insulation between you and the other. Like the shells of the dragon eggs or the scales of the dragons themselves who were themselves- immune to you to a degree, just as you were immune to them. Because a dragon did not burn by dragon fire, nor phoenix fire. And neither did a moura. So while the dragons were safe to touch you in prolonged periods. No other being was. Or so you told Alidore and his brothers.

Thankfully though, by the time you had gotten home, the new steeple was over the dragon barn, and it seemed that everyone had a hand in helping you ‘move in’. There were even additions to it. That you could only describe as a hen lay box on the side of a chicken coop. And it was where you could store the Neveahan clothes and the electrum and begrudgingly put the contents of the gift basket into one of them too.

“Do you not like the items?” Cadi asked as she and Alie were inside of it with you to make sure it was comfortable for you. 

“I do not like the intent in which they were given in. This perfume is very heavy. It is fit for a Dorierran princess, not me. And while these lotions are nice, it is the same scent. And I have no idea what these other things are.” You admitted. 

“Oh, luxurious face creams, to help you stay looking younger for longer.” Cadi admitted. 

“Wrinkles are like rings of a tree, each one an accomplishment of surviving many years.” You contested. 

“Yes, but it is not seen that way here. In Neveah, a woman is seen as the most beautiful when she is your age and her beauty passes and fades after the bloom of youth.” Cadi explained as you frowned before you dumped it back into the basket and handed it to her. 

“Then you use it. I have no need or want for it.” You offered. 

“Oh, wow. Ok, thank you very much. That’s very generous of you.” She praised. 

“I received it free, your family is caring for me for free, your family is helping me for free. It only makes sense I would give as freely back to you all as you have given to me. Give everyone in the family some of it if you wish to. But I only see it as a trap set by Alidore and his brothers, looking to buy my affections with luxurious items, which only cheapens me in return. And I do not like the way that feels. Because if the affections were genuine, he or any number of his brothers would have brought me to the market to pick out my favorites from there. Or would have found a way for me to buy what I like for myself.” You admitted as you just sat down cross legged and looked at the basket as if it had been food left to rot instead of being sold for a decent price to the ones who had hungered for it. 

“Then that’s what we’ll do. Give me a spool of your electrum. We’ll sell it to those who want it for a fair price, that money will go onto a gift card and then you can use that card to buy what you want and what you need.” Cadi insisted. 

“Really?” You asked her hopefully.  

“Yeah, come on, it’s only late afternoon. We got all night. Let’s do this.” She insisted before you happily handed her the spool of electrum.

Then you grabbed little Alieanna and brought her back to the ground while Cadi got on Sephat to glide her and the basket back down to the ground. Then she gathered everyone and explained what the plan was and how to do it.

The family was happy and eager to help you. And even knew the best place to turn the electrum in that wouldn’t raise suspicions, a jewelry store that Alidore’s family didn’t own or run. And while you had to go to the other side of the mainland. You got ten gift cards because even they had limits on how much money they could contain as you tried to give one to Undilla and Sephahti for their hospitality and while they tried to refuse, you gave them the ultimatum of either taking one of the cards or one of the other spools. So they reluctantly but graciously took one from you. Leaving you nine more denominations of ten thousand dollars each. 

Then they took you to a store where you had many little hand held electronic devices and got you one of those as well before everyone passed it around so that they put into it a series of numbers into it. And they took pictures with it of themselves that needed no paint to make that attached their faces to their names in your phone so that you could “call” them and speak to them as if they were beside you rather than far away from you. Then they put things called “apps” on the phone so you could listen to music that had been played earlier but repeated the recording so that it sounded like the musicians were right in front of you and all around you thanks to several pairs of “headphones.”

From there, they took you to something called a “shopping mall” to go on a “shopping spree” to buy things for yourself. Clothes, bedding, the same kind of “self care” items you needed and many more things that you knew you would like to have when you would go home. But you were more interested in what the women called ‘high heels’. Mouras made for themselves similar shoes for the dancing parties. 

Then they took you to a special store that sold cosmetics, and perfumes and other things and thanks to the dragons, being pack animals, you didn’t have to carry it all. And while you felt bad for using them for such a humble purpose, they were happy to do it, if only to stay close and continue to help you both learn the language and translate for you. But you loved the makeup and perfume store the most. And found many other perfumes that you liked that were, according to the perfume sales people, was actually opposite of what Alidore and his brothers had gotten you. Especially when you recognized the huge bottle that they had gotten you from you presumed was here and was the single most expensive thing in the store.

And while you were still too pale to match any of the foundations, you were told you didn’t need any for your ‘glowing’ and ‘dewy’ complexion. Which was fine, you were more interested in the eye makeup anyway. They called it “eye shadows”, powder pigments that you applied to your eyelids with a set of special little brushes. And they got you a “makeover”. And when you were done, you looked more or less like a very fair Neveahan. Which was good for blending in and the dragons as well as Nahlo and his family insisted that it was a really good thing to help you ‘camouflage’ and ‘hide in plain sight’. 

But then they took you to another store that had something called “bath bombs” special powder that fizzed and melted into bathwater. And that’s where you got the wonderful shampoo bars and conditioner bars for your hair and body that you didn’t need a bathtub to use. Those you bought so that for the next year, as long as you had water, you could bathe anywhere. Then the breadseed store. They had many kinds, and tea! They made tea from the leaves! That was epic and so delicious and refreshing. And even a proper dragon riding pack for travel and even special camping gear. Then the girls went and got your nails painted, so that your platinum pinkies didn’t stand out too bad and if anything, was cleaverly concealed. Which you appreciated and other than your moura collar, it was the only thing left that identified you as a moura. And even that was easy enough to pass off as a necklace.

Finally, you got a chance to stop and eat dinner out as you looked at the silverware and bit your lips and closed your eyes and grimaced before you picked it up and blew out a breath of relief that you touching it period didn’t change it to electrum. If anything, as long as your pinky finger was either held up or tucked under. It was fine. Then out of curiosity, you touched your pinky finger to it -and nothing happened. It was only until you actually thought about it and concentrated that it would turn to electrum then another touch and it turned back. Finally, you managed to have power and control over it!

“Good job.” Nahlo praised from beside you as you held the fork in your lap and played with it by turning it into electrum then back to steel again. 

“Thanks to you.” You murmured as you stole a quick kiss to his cheek before you hugged his arm as you waited for your food to arrive. 

“So does this mean we can go to the wedding tomorrow?” Shali, Nahlo’s younger sister asked hopefully. . 

“There’s a wedding tomorrow?” You asked. 

“Yeah, but we didn’t want to risk exposing you by going to it or bringing you with us. It may be too risky.” Sefahti excused. 

“Oh. Well I would hate to keep you from something you may have already agreed to go to? Shouldn’t your yes mean yes and your no mean no? If you’ve already told them you’d be coming, I don’t want to be the reason to keep the whole family from celebrating something wonderfully sacred as a wedding.” You reasoned. 

“But if you think it’s too risky, then I don’t have to go. I’ll be fine on my own with the dragons. You all should still go.” You added. 

“No, no. If you want to go, then you should go. We can still ensure you go do so safely.” Nahlo offered. 

“Really? It wouldn’t be too hard?” You offered. 

“Nope. All eyes will be on the bride and groom and the wedding party anyway. If you dress discretely, you will be just another guest.” Nahlo assured you. 

“Ok.” You nodded in agreement. Then you went to a special store to try on Neveahan wedding attire. But nothing quite fit you right and nothing quite looked quite right on you either. You were too muscular and too big to fit into the thin and skinny dresses of the native Neveahan women. You were put into petite plus size but even that didn't fit right either.

“How about I use my own moura cloak to make myself something to wear?” You suggested to Cadi as you pulled elements from the other garments and made for yourself something that was both Neveahan in style but also had splashes of Dorierran touches but something also moura in root. 

“What about this?” You asked once you were done. 

“That’s perfect. The number 1 question you’ll get is where you bought if from.” Cadi said. 

“I’ll say I made it myself. People still make their own clothes here, right?” You asked. 

“Yeah, usually they don’t look that good unless it’s a professional designing just for them. But that’s what that looks like. It looks like high end couture. And that a designer made that just for you.” Cadi praised. 

“But you just can’t go out like that or else the store clerks will think you’re stealing this dress.” Cadi offered. 

“Right.” You huffed as you put your other Neveahan clothes on over the undergarments your moura cloak became. 

“Did we find the right good dress?” The clerk asked once Cadi took all the dresses and hung them up. 

“Not today. We’ll try another store.” Cadi offered pleasantly. 

“Oh well that’s too bad. But good luck in your search.” She offered as you left. 

“No luck?” Nahlo asked.

“I’ll make my own.” You whispered to him. 

“Ah.” Nahlo smiled. 

“Well in that case, here.” Shali offered as she presented a stack of fashion magazines. 

“Ooh, perfect.” You beamed as you took them from her before you went back to Nahlo’s house and had to put your favorite items in the steeple with you. While everything else had to be put into the room in Sefahti’s house that you originally took up. The women in the family all took up seats around your room and drank wine as you looked at the magazines, your moura cloak changing with every picture you saw as they all rated each dress accordingly as Cadi had brought her full length mirror into the room so you could see yourself in the dresses too. 

“God, what I would give to have something like that- clothes that fit me perfectly and change at will.” Cadi praised. 

“But it’s how we were hunted.” You murmured rather distractedly while you flipped pages. 

“Excuse me?” Sefahti asked. 

“The first three hundred years after the convergence. My people were hunted, we called it The Great Hunt. One the ways we were first spotted was because our moura cloaks could change at will. So if anything, mouras have learned, that especially at weddings, where we were hunted by the dozen, to never change our moura cloaks once we first reveal ourselves.” You answered. 

“But Neveahans never hunted your people right?” Sefahti asked. 

“No.” You reassured her with a smile and a shake of your head. 

“Well hopefully you coming to this wedding will be one where you don’t have to worry about being spotted, hunted or otherwise.” Cadi offered. 

“Except by Haluma’s brothers.” You muttered as you turned the next page and didn’t even bother changing your cloak into that dress.  

“Yeah, they weren’t exactly subtle.” Sefahti agreed. 

“So maybe something like this?” You guessed as you got the ugliest dress you could think of as they started busted up laughing. 

“Ooh, ooh, this. Definitely this.” You said as you dressed in something utterly ridiculous which got them to laugh even harder. 

“Perfecto!” They all cheered. 

“What about this?” Shali offered as she was flipping through a different magazine and showed you one before you replicated it and all the laughter stopped as they all gasped softly. 

“Bad color? Too much?” You asked. 

“No, no, it’s actually, perfect. Like, perfect. The perfect color. The right style, the right cut and fit. It’s actually perfect. Any other doesn’t even…do you justice.” Cadi praised as she looked from the page to you. 

“So this is the dress I should wear? It wouldn’t stand out too much or be inappropriate?” You asked. 

“Nope. It’s perfect. You wear that and not only would you fit in, you would not outshine the bride or anything like that. And it would be perfectly appropriate. You would still be discreet, dignified, elegant, yet exquisitely fashionable.” Sefahti insisted. 

“But all you would need is perhaps a shall or a fur or something of something fashionable to cover up if you want to just in case, something you could leave at the seat that isn’t part of the moura cloak.” Cadi suggested before she and Shali both left as Shali went to her room next door and got the perfect light shall while Cadi went to her home and got a small fur shawl that would also be perfect to keep the chill of evening off you. 

“So should we show the rest of the family?" You asked.

“Nope, let it be a surprise.” Cadi and Sephati both encouraged you before the moon rose and your glow became more poignant. 

“Well it seems it’s time for me to go and rest.” You smiled as you could feel the moon’s pull even through the house, like the tides on the seas.

“Of course, good night.” They offered as you changed into something else before you left the house and flew up to the little space and unfolded the roof panels to reveal you and your nest like bed. Which you thought was really nice and soft and comfortable and smelled amazing and practically divine.

Then once you got comfortable, then the dragons soon joined you on all sides before you stretched your wings over them so the wings could continue to take in the moon beams, leaving you happy to share more skinship with the dragons themselves. 

‘She’d sleep better with more skinship you know.’ Jenya told Nahlo as he could only stand at a distance and watched as your moura marks continued to flow and intertwined with the dragons who slept around you. 

‘Mom, if he goes up there, that will be too much of a temptation for him.’ Thyla argued. 

‘Mouras have many needs, if he wanted to fill one, she’d be more than happy to receive help. But if you are worried that either she’d stay and continue to be in danger or that you’d follow her to whatever you both would want to call home and that's too dangerous then, yes, I could see where that would be too great a temptation.’ Jenya offered with a bit of chuckle. 

‘Nahlo, don’t listen to her. It’s still too dangerous to get too involved emotionally with her. Look around you, do you really think she’s worth giving all of this up for?’ Thyla asked. 

‘Thyla, don’t be giving advice in an area of life that you have no experience. If you meet the right dragon, you would happily give up a farm for him and whatever cave could carve out for you with his own claws and feed from any prey he’d kill for you while you’d incubate eggs on your own scales if you needed to with only the hides of the kills to provide further warmth.’ Jenya reminded her daughter. 

‘Nahlo, let Aurava rest. The moon is waning. She will only have less than a week of decent moonlight to feed her the way the sun should be doing during the day. Which means she will have less and less time to eat of moonlight than normal. Let her rest, and feed a hunger she will have a very limited time to satisfy.’ Thyla pointed out, rather desperately. 

“You’re right. She needs her rest.” Nahlo nodded and went back inside, much to Thyla’s relief. 

‘Thyla, why are you being an obstacle?’ Jenya asked her daughter. 

‘Because Nahlo is in danger of making enemies and mistakes out of acting on urges and instincts when he doesn’t fully give himself a chance to think it through and think it over fully. I just don’t want him to make a mistake in the heat of the moment that he would regret for the rest of his life.’ Thyla excused before she left to her spot that was right outside Nahlo’s rooms. 

‘Sure, a mistake. If that’s what you need to tell yourself to sleep tonight.’ Jenya dismissed before she laid down to sleep. 

Come morning though, you got a surprise. 

“Well good morning Miss Moonchild.” Came a masculine voice, you didn’t recognize as you woke with a start only to flip over to see Tristan there with two others as the dragons had already awoken and were trying to gently wake you up right as the sun rose over the horizon. 

“Damn it Tristan, this was what I was talking about. Moura math.” You groaned as you rubbed the last of the sleep from your eyes. 

“It’s ok Miss Moonchild. We won’t be staying long. Only to drop this off and do a quick examination.” The clearly taunston moura said before he handed over a translation book. 

“Oh thank goodness. Thank you so much.” You took it gratefully and hugged the book tight to your chest. 

“I’m Doctor Pallas Zhalis, I’m from Dorierra. So what happened?” He asked before you woke up Jenya to show them what had happened because that was going to be quicker than re- explaining it as they both started crying and hissing and groaning in pain and nearly bit their tongues in half trying not to cry out in pain themselves. 

“Oh by all the gods. That’s brutal.” Pallas coughed as he wiped his tears away. 

“You are the strongest moura I’ve ever known.” The other offered as he did the same. 

“And you are?” You asked. 

“I’m Doctor Atsu Ohnhip.” He offered as he shook your hand. 

“So now moonlight feeds you better than sunshine does?” He asked. 

“Yes. I don’t get it.” You shook your head. 

“And you don’t turn gold, you turn metal to electrum but not any other substance?” Dr. Zhalis asked as he pulled out a notebook and was writing as quickly as he could to write down everything he could. 

“Yes, well metal and other ores that when melted down usually turn to metal. This was once copper. Without wanting to or trying, the moment I touched it, it became electrum. The dragons here have riders who are helpful. One of the dragons- Thyla, Jenya’s daughter brought her rider Nahlo to me and brought me to his work, where he works with electricity. He’s been helping me drain my excess safely. He’s been my biggest help.” You offered as you showed them one of the spools and used your fingers to wind a few strands and snip it off and hand each of them a sample of it for testing, which they gratefully took.

“Good, I’m glad that at least we have dragons here who can help. But even they can not save you from everything.” Dr. Ohnhip warned you. 

“Which is what?” You asked. 

“I talked with the closest taunston fortress. The Neveahans are extremely advanced. But also very angry and spiteful they were pulled from their homeworld. They eagerly await every chance the spheres can have to separate. They like to live in a veil of secrecy with the threat that any other who tries to make contact with them, will be put to death. And will only accept a message from the fortress that they are attempting a un-converge. So far they have been even angier with every failure that we can only manage to attempt every hundred years. They do not want to share anything they have with anyone else. And any outsider is seen as a hostile invader. Honestly it’s a miracle you’re even alive on the mainland.” He answered which sucked the air right out of your lungs.

“And it would not matter if you could leave them a mountain of electrum. You’re non Neveahan. All your gifts, they would  be seen as blasphemous and that you’d be seen as the spawn of the evil gods. You’d be tortured and killed. And your hosts would be given the same treatment for even harboring you.” Dr. Zhalis added. 

“But I powered generators for them. I recharged batteries. Would they use me for such things, only to turn right back around and accuse me of what?” You asked. 

“Witchcraft.” Dr. Ohnhip answered as you just huffed in derision. 

“And wouldn’t the rest of the world accuse them of the same thing? They have machines to do their magic for them.” You said as you held up the cellphone. 

“They would call it science.” Dr. Ohnhip countered. 

“Which is only magic explained.” Dr. Zhalis contested. 

“So how do I get out of this alive?” You asked them. 

“Well for one, we can both make an official entreatment for your release if you find yourself in custody. Hopefully that would keep them from killing you outright. We can sue them for what you’ve given, claim you had no idea that your very life was being threatened by the people you gave such valuable things to.” Dr. Zhalis offered. 

“But what about my hosts?” You asked. 

“We can provide them sanctuary and asylum.” Dr. Ohnhip answered. 

“But I don’t want these people to choose their homes in foreign places over me, who is a stranger to them.” You offered. 

“Then you should leave, preferably now.” Dr. Ohnhip advised. 

“But I’m still overcharged and the outer ring of islands still pose a threat to me. They’re made out of an electromagnetic ore that after countless lightning strikes has turned them into metal. It throws off all senses of magnetism, even natural ones. They pull on me like I’m a magnet too. I would have to fly up before flying out. And surely that would be seen and be a bit suspicious. Besides I won’t be able to try to drain more power until the day after tomorrow. So wouldn’t it be better to stay? At least until I’m no longer over charged or at least no longer magnetized to the outer ring of islands?” You offered. 

“It would.” They had to admit. 

“So what do I do? What can I do to undo all of this?” You asked. 

“We don’t know. For now, we just need to take samples and test them. Hopefully we can do them quickly and figure this out.” Dr. Zhalis offered. 

“Thank you.” You smiled as you let take samples of your hair, your collar, your blood and a cheek swab before they did a full examination, which you had the dragons and your cousin exit the peak so they could examine you properly and privately. 

“Was this tattoo always white gold?” They asked as they saw the phoenix tattoo on your back. 

“No. My moura collar, my tattoos, all of it has turned white gold. Even my blood.” You admitted. 

“That is concerning. Once you are free of this place, please, come to the Taunston Fortress of Khas-Khahim, it’s the closest fortress and the one that has ever had any official exchanges with the Neveahns. But it’s where we can run more thorough tests and do more examinations.” Dr. Ohnhip requested. 

“And I and the other doctors from Dorierra will meet you there. It’s the closest Taunston fortress to Neveah. And the Neveahans will only have any interactions with the taunstons and no other peoples.” Dr. Zhalis informed you. 

“And they are in a word- strained. Very, very strained and tense.” Dr. Ohnhip murmured as he wrote down his own notes. 

“Does my family know I’m here?” You asked. 

“Yes. They’re coming as we speak and will be staying at the fortress.” Dr. Ohnhip answered. 

“Will you at least tell them I’m ok? That I’m staying with friends? That the moura dragons have not steered me wrong?” You requested. 

“Yes. We will. Just be careful Miss Moonchild. If you are in danger, do not hesitate to try to leave. Even if you have to blow your cover. Even if you put your hosts at risk. Don’t let their fancy technology just be a mechanical cage to keep you here.” Dr. Zhalis warned as you nodded in understanding. 

“I just wish there was a way to get all of this into this or at least into this.” You held up the phone in one hand and the book into another and then pressed both to your head. 

“Actually, I can help you with that.” Dr. Ohnhip said before he put his hand on your head then on the book and began to do an osmosis spell. 

“There.” He grinned when he was done before you opened the book and smiled when you could clearly read both languages before you started speaking nenani.

“I…I speak nenani.” You couldn’t help but cry happily before you also remembered your benar and gave them each one of them. 

“What such extraordinary benar.” They both noted as they turned them in their hands before they put those into their test tubes to travel back to the fortress. 

‘Are you ok Aurava? Are you leaving now?’ Thyla asked. 

‘Yes, I’m ok. And no, I’m not leaving, not yet. But could you please wake up Nahlo, I want him to speak to my guests, they’re both doctors here to give me the healthcare I need.’ You requested. And in a moment, Nahlo left the house before you, and the two doctors flitted down to the ground. 

“Nahlo, this is Dr. Zhalis of Dorierra, this is Dr. Ohnhip of the taunston fortress Khas-Khahim. Will you please tell them what you found out about me since you’ve rescued me from the outer islands?” You requested as Nahlo was shocked he got the pleasure of hearing your own voice speak his language only for you to be holding a translation book of his language and smiled that you were obviously a very quick learner. 

“Yes. When she touches metal, she changes it. She changes just about everything about it. She turned humble copper into the most, plainly, ethereal metal I’ve ever seen. While it does contain some trace amounts of what most metals test out to be white gold, as in equal parts gold and equal parts platinum. But for her, it’s half of another metal I’ve never encountered before. I’m a welder. I know metallurgy. I know all about every metal both from the old world and everything we’ve encountered here in the new one. And the only thing I can call it- is lightning metal. It’s able to hold it’s own charge, like a battery without it having to be a battery to a degree- if she so chooses. She can take away the magnetism of the strongest magnets we have." Nahlo began to list off.

"Is it dangerous?" They asked him.

"No. None of it is nuclear. So it’s not radioactive and neither is she so she’s not harmful to be around and now that she’s powered down, she’s not harmful to be around or to touch. But when I first got to her. She was so bright, like even through my welding hat and special glasses under those, she was brighter than the sun. She was holding over 50,000 volts within her being, closer to 60,000. She powered up our entire spare generator with 30,000 of those volts. I’ve only been able to drain another 15,000 with the battery bank and recharge the dead batteries. I would guess she has to have at least 10-15 thousand more left in her. But getting her anywhere that can take that kind of voltage without frying any other system. I’m at a loss. She’s magnetized to the outer ring of islands and Thyla barely got to fly her here. It was why her wings dragged on the ground when they were broken and with all the blood she lost in the crash. It’s a wonder she’s even alive." Nahlo appraised.

"And the benar are like little, they’re like little universes, all within the confines of them. They are a marvel and a wonder. But I’m more worried about any other looking at the electrum and her benar and see dollar signs, or think of her like their own limitless supply of money. Like all the other bastards thought when they saw her foremothers.” Nahlo admitted as he folded his arms in front of his chest and clenched his jaws while trying not to scowl too deeply which you found incredibly appealing and endearing because of how protective he was over you. 

And you tried not to grin too smugly or too schemingly when both doctors looked from him to you as you gave them a meaningful look again that you agreed with what Nahlo said.

“Are you and your family prepared for when she is found out? Because the longer she stays, it's no longer a matter of if she is found out, but when.” Dr. Ohnhip asked. 

“Yes.” He nodded. 

“Well all I can offer you and your family for serving as host and protector to one of our own is refuge and asylum, should your country turn on you.” Dr. Ohnhip offered. 

“Thank you. I doubt we will need it, but thank you.” Nahlo thanked him. 

“How much experience do you have with politics?” Dr. Ohnhip asked thoughtfully. 

“None.” Nahlo admitted.

“When she’s found out, I think you’ll see a side of your country you would prefer not to see and politics may be the only way she leaves this place alive.” Dr. Ohnhip warned. 

“I know.” Nahlo nodded. 

“How long do you think it will be before she’s found out by the authorities?” Dr. Zahils asked. 

“I don’t know. But I’ll try to keep her off the radar for as long as I can.” Nahlo offered. 

“Thank you. If there is anything else we can do or offer you and your family, please tell us or her and we will do all we can.” Dr. Zhalis offered. 

“Actually there is something. Promise that you will do all you can to at least save and care for the dragons, especially all of the ones here on this farm.” Nahlo requested.  

“Of course, that is a given.” They both agreed. 

“Thank you.” He offered as he shook their hands. 

“Is there anything else you can tell us?” They asked. 

“Not that I can think of right now. But obviously, I’ll make sure she’s exposed to much moonlight as possible.” He offered. 

“Yes. Thank you so much for your help, care and expertise and protection. She is one of a kind and very precious and valuable to her kind as a whole.” Dr. Zhalis said but the way he said it made you look towards him suspiciously before you could only subtly shake your head.

“Only until we understand what has happened to me and can undo it.” You insisted. But the look they gave you, told you that such a thing was highly unlikely. 

“We might be able to understand it, maybe someday. But I sincerely doubt we’d be able to reverse it.” Dr. Zhalis offered apologetically.

“Because who would want to reverse a profitable miracle.” You grumbled under your breath. 

“Well the sun is starting to distance from the horizon, you should both be flying back before moura math has a chance to duplicate again.” You offered as you hugged Tristan goodbye and then shook the doctor’s hands before you walked away. 

“She really does not want to be the victim of profiteering.” Tristan insisted with a fond smile as he watched you walk away with Sephat trotting beside you to keep up with your brisk pace.

“And I will do all I can to make sure that no one here can do that to her.” Nahlo offered. 

“We appreciate the effort. Even if your ability may not be as far reaching as most would hope for.” Dr. Ohnhip offered which got Tristan to frown.

“So how is she otherwise? Is she healthy? Still sick?” Nahlo asked. 

“She is better than we could expect her to be. But still malnourished in the sense of her not having the hunger for the appropriate light being fully sated and satisfied. The moon waxes and wanes and is- if anything, an unreliable source of food, especially for her. Since half of her energy comes from food, and the other half, the more important half being from light. She is a creature of it." Dr. Zahlis explained.

"And while she does have some incandescence, like the moon itself. As far as I can tell, it’s her own body’s way of trying to power down too. But with her being both overcharged yet malnourished, it’s like being on a heavily restricted diet while also preparing for a triathlon. The more she glows, the less excess she has, but also the more it costs the rest of her body and her health as a whole. But she can not stop it from happening. Like those who have restless bodies, their brains are tired and their bodies are sore and need rest but their bodies have an incontrollable urge to move, despite the rest of the body’s other needs.” Dr. Ohnhip explained. 

“Dragons, please, don’t translate what I’m about to ask.” Tristan requested of the dragons who stayed behind to help translate.

“Would orgasms help? Mouras naturally light up and glow and then fade during orgasms. So if she can find her release, at least a few times over, would that help?” Tristan asked before the two doctors looked at each other and seemed to have a private conversation with just their facial expressions. 

“Yeah, that would work. Do you know of anyone who would be willing to come here and service her?” Dr. Zhalis asked. 

“No. Because she won the Dorierran championship, beating out all other males, because of their bruised egos and because of their own sense of intimidation, she had no one interested in her for all three flights. She failed to pair or mate up. I don’t know if there was anyone anywhere else that simply didn’t get a chance to meet her or what. But as far as I know there were no other interested parties.” Tristan admitted with a shake of his head.

‘Nahlo’s interested. Shy but interested.’ Jenya answered. 

‘Oh no, nope, nu-uh. I will not have my rider be her fuck buddy only for her to fly away and never return or whatever. Neveahans treat sex as sacred and only shared between committed monogamous partners.’ Thyla immediately argued. 

“We would never ask your rider to do anything he was not ready and willing to do. If he wishes to bond with her to warrant that, then it will help. If not, then I’m sure we will find someone who is willing and able to give her the proper medicine she needs.” Dr. Zhalis reassured Thyla. 

‘Thank you.’ Thyla thanked him. 

“But what about moura math?” Tristan asked. 

“It would only be one plus one and not anything past that.” Dr. Zhalis offered. 

“Do you know what she likes?” Dr. Ohnhip asked. 

“She’s more for personality than looks. I have no idea.” Tristan shrugged with another shake of his head while he slyly gave Nahlo a once over.

“Well, let’s make the call and hold auditions then. There’s not much else we can do. We can offer mega phoenix.” Dr. Zhalis shrugged. 

“We could offer…anything else they would want.” Dr. Ohnhip shrugged too. 

‘Jenya, what’s happening? Why am I getting a really bad feeling about this?’ Nahlo mentally asked her. 

‘Mom, don’t you dare tell him. Tristan wanted this conversation to be private.’ Thyla insisted. 

‘Jenya, please tell me.’ Nahlo begged. 

‘You know that hunger I mentioned last night? The doctors are going to prescribe that it gets filled since it is a need that mouras have a very high hunger for. And it would help her not only feel better, but it would help drain excess power without costing her body more than just plain glowing by itself would do. Since Thyla does not want you to administer that kind “medicine” the doctors are going to be sending others to “service” her for that purpose. Which is something that Aurava will not want. Since she is not looking to simply have sex without any emotional attachment or meaning. But the doctors are brainstorming about what they can offer to any other male who would come to try. Basically looking for a male hooker for her.’ Jenya informed him as Nahlo felt like that just about gutted him and stabbed him through the heart too. 

“We have vibrators.” Nahlo blurted out before Tristan, and the two doctors turned to him to look at him strangely. 

“Since simply having you three here is already dangerous and having Aurava here is dangerous. We really shouldn’t involve more people into this than we need to. We have little devices that vibrate that can give women orgasms without needing a male and his penis to do. It would be safer and much cheaper to simply get her one of those.” Nahlo offered, himself a bit desperately because the thought of any other touching you without your permission or consent or will, was abhorrent to him. 

“Or that, that would work too.” Dr. Ohnhip allowed. 

“I can have my sister take her to a store that sells them even. So she can get one she likes and will work out best for her.” Nahlo added.

‘Honestly, that is probably the best solution here.’ Thyla insisted.  

“Yes, that would work out very well.” Dr. Zhalis nodded in agreement as Dr. Ohnihip nodded too. 

‘She’ll be ruined for orgasms forever because no other being alive makes his cock vibrate, but sure, let’s go for the quick and easy fix.’ Jenya spitefully huffed. 

“Ok, fine, they make dildos. That are very lifelike that don’t vibrate, how’s that?” Nahlo suggested. 

“Then that will just have to do.” Dr. Ohnhip agreed. 

Meanwhile you just glared out of the windows since Jenya had been letting you hear what was being discussed from where you were. And as much as you wanted to go out there and make them leave. They all had valid points. Even Thyla. And you could not argue with them, other than the doctors holding out auditions for males to service you. That’s the last thing you wanted. 

‘Tell them I’ll buy the damned fake cocks. I don’t want any other moura coming here.’ You told Jenya. 

‘I asked Aurava what she wants and she has agreed to buy a phallis to satisfy that particular need. She does not want any other coming here for that reason or purpose. She will find a mate on her own, the last thing she wants is pity, or for her mate to be bribed into liking her or much less mating with her. She is very against the idea. She has no other argument about anything else.’ Jenya informed them. 

And while Thyla was relieved, Nahlo wasn’t. If anything he felt embarrassed and ashamed for discussing such things which to him- were strangers without you being present to say anything one way or another. And he grew resentful that Thyla was interfering. Because if anything he was ready and willing to volunteer himself. But Thyla was adamant that such a thing was a bad idea. But if Jenya said that it would help, he didn’t care what it would cost him in the long run. He was ready and willing to even go that far to let you “use him” in that respect. 

‘Then say so to Aurava. Because she returns your feelings and quit arguing about it.’ Daer insisted as he mentally told Thyla to stay out of it from here, while encouraging the doctors and Tristan to get a move on because the sun was about to leave the horizon and that they were losing their window of safe travel off of Neveah’s mainland before Tristan and the two other doctors said their goodbyes and best advice about what to do and how to do it before they left and flew into the sun’s bright sunshine. 

“Aurava, I am so sorry about that.” Nahlo said as he came inside to help you prepare breakfast. 

“It’s ok. You were just trying to find the best solution. Thank you for even trying, even on a subject that you and your culture finds sensitive and private. I appreciate all your efforts.” You tried to assure him politely.

“But it shouldn’t come at the cost of your dignity or privacy.” He offered. 

“Thank you.” You thanked him gratefully and couldn’t help but nod in agreement while your cheeks stated flushed as you simply tried to focus on trying to get things started before anyone else got up and would come in on you. 

“So how should I bring this up with your sister?” You asked him. 

“Don’t, don’t worry about it, I’ll ask if you don’t want to.” Nahlo offered as he fidgeted with the edge of his own nightshirt. 

“No. I’m a big girl. It’s my own need, I will ask her for her help on how to fill it. I don’t want you to suffer any more embarrassment, especially on my part.” You insisted. 

“Then all you need to do is ask. Cadi is discrete, She’ll help you do it as privately and discretely as you would need her to.” Nahlo insisted before Cadi came inside. 

“Speak of the Devil.” Nahlo muttered before he walked back to his room to get dressed for the day. 

“Did I walk in on something?” Cadi asked. 

“No, but she needs to talk to you privately.” Nahlo suggested to his big sister. 

“Okay…” Cadi frowned before she set her dish on the table. 

“Honey, keep the kids with you. Aurava and I need to talk privately.” Cadi requested of her husband, Adrian. 

“Sure thing.” He said as he kept their children in the livingroom to leave Cadi and yourself in the kitchen. 

“So, what’s up?” Cadi asked before you pulled her into the privacy of the pantry. 

“I had two doctors and my cousin come to me first thing this morning. They gave me a medical exam and came to the conclusion that my glowing is my own body’s attempt to drain excess electricity. But the problem is- just the act of me glowing is costing my body in all around health than it currently has to offer. So my cousin, suggested that I get myself to orgasm because moura have a natural phenomenon that our moura marks glow even brighter during intercourse. And it was suggested that would be a quicker way to get me to power down than what my body would naturally be able to do otherwise. But the problem is- I don’t have a mate to do that with. And I really do not want those doctors or my already married with a kid cousin- to find me a mate, even if they had to bribe them to come here to “service me” here since I still can’t leave because I’ll be stuck to the magnetized outer ring of islands. So apparently you guys have something of artificial phallus’?” You explained. 

“Yeah, we do. Holy crap when did you learn how to speak nenani?” Cadi realized before you pulled the book out.

“I’m part taunston, I know how to speak, read and write tauni. One of the doctors who came was himself- a taunston and moura hybrid. He lives in the one taunston fortress Neveah has ever had or allowed contact with. So he gave me the book and taunstons are natural language learners and mouras are quick learners all around and the jump from marinai to tauni isn’t much of a jump at all and then to get nenani, wasn’t that big of a jump either.” You excused since you realized that Neveahns had a natural resistance to magic and that sounded like a reasonable “scientific” explanation. 

“Oh that’s awesome. Yeah, I can totally help you out with that. And honey, if anyone understand that sometimes a girl just needs a release and to get laid, it’s me. And finding a man who knows how to give her that release is even harder. Yeah I got you. We’ll go after breakfast, excuse it as us shopping for jewelry for you for the wedding tonight. We’ll be fine.” Cadi insisted. 

“Thank you.” You thanked her appreciatively.

#Monster March 2024 #Monster March 2024 Day 25- Harpy/Moura #Moonlight Moura #Moonlight Moura Part 7

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paintings i've obsessed over recently

indian woman with marigold (1876) by felipe santiago gutiérrez / tossed by the wind (1939) by emily carr / a moura (the moorish woman) (1919) by dario villares barbosa / interior in standgrade, sunlight on the floor (1901) by vilhelm hammershøi / northern sea in the moonlight (1823) by caspar david friedrich

#rj speaks #this post was brought to you by daily art #caspar david friedrich #vilhelm hammershøi #dario villares barbosa #emily carr #felipe santiago gutiérrez

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New Releases For The Rest of 2020

The year ends with a number of books we've all been anticipating which makes for lots of great reading for us during the winter holidays. What books are you looking forward to?

A Sky Beyond the Storm (An Ember in the Ashes #4) by Sabaa Tahir Razorbill

Picking up just a few months after A Reaper at the Gates left off…

The long-imprisoned jinn are on the attack, wreaking bloody havoc in villages and cities alike. But for the Nightbringer, vengeance on his human foes is just the beginning.

At his side, Commandant Keris Veturia declares herself Empress, and calls for the heads of any and all who defy her rule. At the top of the list? The Blood Shrike and her remaining family.

Laia of Serra, now allied with the Blood Shrike, struggles to recover from the loss of the two people most important to her. Determined to stop the approaching apocalypse, she throws herself into the destruction of the Nightbringer. In the process, she awakens an ancient power that could lead her to victory–or to an unimaginable doom.

And deep in the Waiting Place, the Soul Catcher seeks only to forget the life–and love–he left behind. Yet doing so means ignoring the trail of murder left by the Nightbringer and his jinn. To uphold his oath and protect the human world from the supernatural, the Soul Catcher must look beyond the borders of his own land. He must take on a mission that could save–or destroy–all that he knows. — Cover image and summary via Goodreads

Heiress Apparently (Daughters of the Dynasty #1) by Diana Ma Amulet

Gemma Huang is a recent transplant to Los Angeles from Illinois, having abandoned plans for college to pursue a career in acting, much to the dismay of her parents. Now she’s living with three roommates in a two-bedroom hovel, auditioning for bit roles that hardly cover rent. Gemma’s big break comes when she’s asked to play a lead role in an update of M. Butterfly filming for the summer in Beijing. When she arrives, she’s stopped by paparazzi at the airport. She quickly realizes she may as well be the twin of one of the most notorious young socialites in Beijing. Thus kicks off a summer of revelations, in which Gemma uncovers a legacy her parents have spent their lives protecting her from—one her mother would conceal from her daughter at any cost. — Cover image and summary via Goodreads

The Black Friend: On Being a Better White Person by Frederick Joseph Candlewick Press

“We don’t see color.” “I didn’t know Black people liked Star Wars!” “What hood are you from?” For Frederick Joseph, life in a mostly white high school as a smart and increasingly popular transfer student was full of wince-worthy moments that he often simply let go. As he grew older, however, he saw these as missed opportunities not only to stand up for himself, but to spread awareness to the white friends and acquaintances who didn’t see the negative impact they were having and who would change if they knew how.

Speaking directly to the reader, The Black Friend calls up race-related anecdotes from the author’s past, weaving in his thoughts on why they were hurtful and how he might handle things differently now. Each chapter includes the voice of at least one artist or activist, including Tarell Alvin McCraney, screenwriter of Moonlight; April Reign, creator of #OscarsSoWhite; Angie Thomas, author of The Hate U Give; and eleven others. Touching on everything from cultural appropriation to power dynamics, “reverse racism” to white privilege, microaggressions to the tragic results of overt racism, this book serves as conversation starter, tool kit, and invaluable window into the life of a former “token Black kid” who now presents himself as the friend many of us need. Back matter includes an encyclopedia of racism, providing details on relevant historical events, terminology, and more.

Juliet Takes a Breath by Gabby Rivera, Celia Moscote (Illustrations) BOOM! Box

A NEW GRAPHIC NOVEL ADAPTATION OF THE BESTSELLING BOOK! Juliet Milagros Palante is leaving the Bronx and headed to Portland, Oregon. She just came out to her family and isn’t sure if her mom will ever speak to her again. But don’t worry, Juliet has something kinda resembling a plan that’ll help her figure out what it means to be Puerto Rican, lesbian and out. See, she’s going to intern with Harlowe Brisbane – her favorite feminist author, someone’s who’s the last work on feminism, self-love and lots of of ther things that will help Juliet find her ever elusive epiphany. There’s just one problem – Harlowe’s white, not from the Bronx and doesn’t have the answers. Okay, maybe that’s more than one problem but Juliet never said it was a perfect plan… Critically-acclaimed writer Gabby Rivera adapts her bestselling novel alongside artist Celia Moscote in an unforgettable queer coming-of-age story exploring race, idenrity and what it means to be true to your amazing self. even when the rest of the world doesn’t understand.

A Curse of Roses by Diana Pinguicha Entangled Teen

With just one touch, bread turns into roses. With just one bite, cheese turns into lilies.

There’s a famine plaguing the land, and Princess Yzabel is wasting food simply by trying to eat. Before she can even swallow, her magic—her curse—has turned her meal into a bouquet. She’s on the verge of starving, which only reminds her that the people of Portugal have been enduring the same pain.

If only it were possible to reverse her magic. Then she could turn flowers…into food.

Fatyan, a beautiful Enchanted Moura, is the only one who can help. But she is trapped by magical binds. She can teach Yzabel how to control her curse—if Yzabel sets her free with a kiss.

As the King of Portugal’s betrothed, Yzabel would be committing treason, but what good is a king if his country has starved to death?

With just one kiss, Fatyan is set free. And with just one kiss, Yzabel is yearning for more.

She’d sought out Fatyan to help her save the people. Now, loving her could mean Yzabel’s destruction.

Based on Portuguese legend, this #OwnVoices historical fantasy is an epic tale of mystery, magic, and making the impossible choice between love and duty…

New Releases on Dec. 8th

A Universe of Wishes: A We Need Diverse Books Anthology edited by Dhonielle Clayton Random House Children’s Books

In the fourth collaboration with We Need Diverse Books, fifteen award-winning and celebrated diverse authors deliver stories about a princess without need of a prince, a monster long misunderstood, memories that vanish with a spell, and voices that refuse to stay silent in the face of injustice. This powerful and inclusive collection contains a universe of wishes for a braver and more beautiful world.

Authors include: Samira Ahmed, Libba Bray, Dhonielle Clayton, Zoraida Córdova, Tessa Gratton, Kwame Mbalia, Anna-Marie McLemore, Tochi Onyebuchi, Mark Oshiro, Natalie C. Parker, Rebecca Roanhorse, Victoria Schwab, Tara Sim, Nic Stone, and a to-be-announced debut author/short-story contest winner.

New Releases on Dec. 15th

Oculta (A Forgery of Magic #2) by Maya Motayne Balzer + Bray

After joining forces to save Castallan from an ancient magical evil, Alfie and Finn haven’t seen each other in months. Alfie is finally stepping up to his role as heir and preparing for an International Peace Summit, while Finn is travelling and revelling in her newfound freedom from Ignacio.

That is, until she’s unexpectedly installed as the new leader of one of Castallan’s powerful crime families. Now one of the four Thief Lords of Castallan, she’s forced to preside over the illegal underground Oculta competition, which coincides with the summit and boasts a legendary prize.

Just when Finn finds herself back in San Cristobal, Alfie’s plans are also derailed. Los Toros, the mysterious syndicate responsible for his brother’s murder, has resurfaced—and their newest target is the summit. And when these events all unexpectedly converge, Finn and Alfie are once again forced to work together to follow the assassins’ trail and preserve Castallan’s hopes for peace with Englass.

But will they be able to stop these sinister foes before a new war threatens their kingdom?

This Is How We Fly by Anna Meriano Philomel Books

17-year-old vegan feminist Ellen Lopez-Rourke has one muggy Houston summer left before college. She plans to spend every last moment with her two best friends before they go off to the opposite ends of Texas for school. But when Ellen is grounded for the entire summer by her (sometimes) evil stepmother, all her plans are thrown out the window.

Determined to do something with her time, Ellen (with the help of BFF Melissa) convinces her parents to let her join the local muggle Quidditch team. An all-gender, full-contact game, Quidditch isn’t quite what Ellen expects. There’s no flying, no magic, just a bunch of scrappy players holding PVC pipe between their legs and throwing dodgeballs. Suddenly Ellen is thrown into the very different world of sports: her life is all practices, training, and running with a group of Harry Potter fans.

Even as Melissa pulls away to pursue new relationships and their other BFF Xiumiao seems more interested in moving on from high school (and from Ellen), Ellen is steadily finding a place among her teammates. Maybe Quidditch is where she belongs.

But with her home life and friend troubles quickly spinning out of control–Ellen must fight for the future that she wants, now she’s playing for keeps. — Cover image and summary via Goodreads

#newreleases #weneeddiversebooks #ownvoices

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[yourcoolfriendwithallthecandy]

The White Peacock Princess

So I had this idea of a selkie but with feathers and wings instead of a seal skin. The term I was able to find to fit that was a swan maiden but I have other ideas so I’m inventing Mouras. People who can take on a human form, an angel form or a bird form who wear a feather cloak instead of a seal skin when in their human form. They can be all kinds of birds with wing colors from the whole color spectrum. @waiting4inspiration wanted me to tag her so here you go! Enjoy!

You were indulging in a solo night flight, managing to shake your guardians with help from your sister. With an upcoming promised engagement, you felt you were getting suffocated.

Because your "potential" inlaws, the current Emperor and Empress of Wahjah, the skies over the far east, seemed to have the perfect vision of who their son, the Crown Prince, Hongyen, should marry and be the crown jewel of his harem and be his Empress and you fit their vision perfectly, and with them being the most powerful family of phoenixes in the world, competition was fierce just to get into the harem and you had been chosen by your in laws because of your spectacular plumage and sweet, caring demeanor along with your purity. And with as much work as you put into yourself and your plumage, you felt it was finally paying off, all you needed to do is actually meet him and "enchant him" according to your parents prodding because while the Emperor and Empress chose the prospects, it was up to him to make the final decision and choose who got to be in the harem itself and he had put off choosing a crown jewel who would be his Empress when he assumed the throne. It was absolutely exhausting. 

You needed a break and some space to decompress so you did the most natural thing, fly, in and out of the clouds and diving low before pulling up at the last second to soar again and making hair pin turns, loops and twists, no small feat, considering what your bird form was, a peacock. You were a Moura. A being who could take a human form, an angel form and a bird form if you so chose. And you were not just any peacock, you were a white one. You weren't albino because your eyes were a magnificent turquoise instead of pink. Your white feathers were opalescent, iridescent with flashes of spectacular pinks, purples, violets, blues, turquoises and greens depending on the angle of the light, with an additional glittering gold spine and dot in the middle of all the feathers. Your feathers were also sparkling like they had diamond dust encrusted onto each fiber of each feather, shimmering and pearlized like you also had crushed pearls rubbed into your plumage and skin when in human form so that it glowed even in very low light, with a rainbow holographic sheen to them, throwing halos and auras of rainbows all around you in the sunshine. It was that that was so coveted and special. And you were the only one like you in the whole world. Being of royal blood yourself, your family taking up the skies over the northern half of Europe, you were naturally white but all the sparkling, shimmering effects on your feathers- that reflected your personality, attributes, talents, accomplishments and emotional makeup and it took a dozen attendants to preen you everyday and your family spared no expense in keeping you in the best shape possible. 

But quite frankly, you just loved to fly, and feel free while doing so. The smells of the earth and the ground and soil and flowers and vegetation were a welcome respite from the fresh but really rather odorless scent of the clouds in that altitude. It was a welcome change of pace. So you were flying low, enjoying the moonlit scenery below you when you heard a baby crying in the forest beneath you. That was odd, babies shouldn’t be in the middle of a forest, there wasn’t a house for miles around. You circled back around and heard the baby crying hysterically which pulled on every heart string you had. You searched the woods with your night vision and only saw a lone figure, a man, crawling away on his belly which was even more strange. 

Normally humans should be walking and walking towards the baby crying, most humans that you observed and interacted with tended to ferociously protect their young, even young that didn't belong to them. You swooped down and landed a few paces away from the baby and looked around and didn’t see anyone else and didn’t see any traps, especially around the baby. That man must have abandoned it. Your wings folded in and you transformed into your human form, your wings laid down on your back, becoming a feather cloak. 

You walked towards the baby and found it covered in a blanket inside what you understood to be a carrier of some kind and reached inside to uncover the baby’s face and gasped before you covered your mouth with your hand as your heart broke. Now you saw why the baby was being abandoned. The poor thing. 

“Oh no, shhh, shh, it’s ok little one, it’s ok.” You cooed as you reached in and picked the baby up to look it over and inspect it. It was badly deformed. Not even the advanced doctors humans had in the far east or the middle east could ever fix this babe. But luckily you could. It was still a baby, not even a couple of days old, so it’s bones were still soft and bendy and it’s fresh new and full of potential. You could heal this babe relatively easily and pluck feathers from your own feather cloak and give this baby wings, your feathers could grow back. Your heart went out to this little one and you were going to adopt it, change it into one of your kind and it would live in your palace with you in the clouds themselves which only looked like clouds from below, but they hid massive palaces that floated on the breeze so that you could travel the whole world without ever having to leave home but your family's territory stayed yours. 

“It’s ok little one, I’m here, I’m here,” you cooed as you took your breast out of your dress and accessed more magic from your core which caused your whole body to glow as if you were the moon itself as your breasts magically produced milk and you nursed the babe, because of how it was deformed it was difficult for it to suckle but once you sat down on a nearby log, you squeezed your breast until milk dribbled out, the milk itself glowing and shimmering too and once it got into the babe’s mouth, the magic began to work and change the little one, turning the deformity into perfection, it’s mouth was the first to change and once it did, it was able to latch and suckle and nurse with ferocity and you established a connection to it and found the baby to be a boy. Your first little prince, you knew of others who had children previous to their being chosen for the harem so that wasn't a problem, he just could never be Emperor and that was fine too. He would have an amazing life regardless. Surely this could be seen as something heroic and a positive that your mother instincts were as strong as they were. Your connection to him became stronger the more milk he drank, also, the more he drank, the more he glowed and changed until he had transformed into the perfect baby and once that was done, you no longer needed to pour magic into him, your glow subsided and you simply nursed him until he was no longer hungry all while you sung the healing incantation to him which sealed in the magic and made the changes permanent. 

“There we go, what shall I name you hmm?” You cooed to him as he pulled away and used your breast as a pillow before you adjusted your dress and change your hold on him so that he was resting on your chest as you continued to rock him gently. 

Meanwhile Ivar had looked back when his son had stopped crying and saw a glow in the woods, like the moon had come down to the earth. Or maybe a piece of the sun. He felt compelled and had crawled back, careful not to make too much noise and when he caught sight of a glowing woman nursing his son, the breath crashed from his lungs. She must have been a valkyrie. He watched as the light from her went into his son who was nursing her and the glow showed his body healing and mending and changing and then slowly the glow faded until a woman in white clothing was left holding his son in the moonlight, lightly rocking his son to sleep and singing the most ethereal song with the most enchanting voice. But he could not make out the words she was saying. 

He saw her wearing a cloak out of what looked like white, shimmering feathers he deduced- the closer he got - as he wondered if she was perhaps a selkie but with… wings and feathers instead of a seal coat. If he could take it from her, perhaps she would stay with him and continue to care for his son, she was clearly a magical being and had healed his son maybe she could heal him too?

So he managed to as stealthily as possible sneak up on her since she was still sitting on the log and once he was close enough he grabbed her and pulled her backwards as she screamed in surprise until she flipped and fell back and flipped again until she was on her hand and knees, keeping his son clutched to her chest with one arm. 

You had screamed when you felt someone grab you and pull you backwards until you were on your back and out of instinct you flipped backwards again until you were on your knees in a crouching position, keeping your new son clutched securely to your chest even though the sudden movement had woken him and he was crying again but because of the way you rolled backwards, your feather cloak came off and before you could scramble to take it back, the man who had grabbed you managed to put it on with lightning fast speed. 

“NO!!” You screamed as you tried to stand to take it off but it had already done it’s transference within a heart beat of time and you watched in horror as the white opalescent feathers changed to black, starting from the shoulders down the length of it. 

“No, no, no, no!” You cried as you stood and watched as your dress changed from white opalescent peacock feathers suddenly had a black bar encircling each feather which meant, you now belonged to him, the outside edge always changed when you were bound to someone, his color was clearly black, you were bound to him now. You watched in horror as your hair changed from white to black starting from the roots down to the tips. You didn’t know what that meant though. 

“What have you done?! Do you have any idea what you’ve done you stupid human?!” You screamed which only made your baby scream and cry harder as you pulled your blade from your skirt and pointed it at the man who seemed to realize what he had done because the magic of the cloak itself had an effect on him as he stood on his feet and stared at himself in awe.

Oh hell no! You were not going to bound to this asshole who dared to take your feather cloak as you took your blade and swung it at him because you were going to take his head off. But alas, your cloak’s feathers turned to leather and metal and deflected your blow before he ducked and evaded your blows too.

“Fuck you, you piece of shit! Give me my cloak back!” You demanded as you were undeterred and continued to try to strike at him but the cloak itself protected him as if it had a life all its own. Fucking transference! You were not going to be enslaved to whoever was wearing it and tried to take your own life but your own feathered dress protected you before he managed to take the blade itself from you and point it at you as you pulled a second from your dress and started circling him as he circled you.

“Who are you?” He demanded. 

"None of your business!" You snapped.

“Just answer the question woman!” He demanded. 

“Woman?! How dare you refer to me as such. I am a Princess so you will refer to me as Your Majesty or Your Highness or Your Excellency.” You sneered defiantly. 

“Well what’s your name then Princess?” He returned with an albeit- sarcastic bow. While you didn't know what offended you more, his attitude or his tone of voice. If he knew who you were, he should be quaking in fear and giving your cloak back and begging for forgiveness. But it was forbidden he know it lest you forfeit your position and your family and your subjects renounce you and you lose everything. 

“You are unworthy to speak my name.” You growled as you began to duel with him, getting disheartened when he was actually a good swordsman while your dress grew over your son until he was wrapped in a sling around you so you could use both hands to fight this...this...this stupidly handsome and robust fighter. 

“But I am a king and a king is higher than a princess, so I am worthy to speak it.” He argued as he seemed to actually enjoy dueling with you. The bastard. 

“Human king, still below me, I am a Princess of Heaven, still above you.” You sassed. 

“Then what the hell is a princess of heaven doing here on the ground?” He asked as he was finding he was quite impressed with your own fighting skills, even with his son strapped to your chest you were still fighting with supreme grace, speed and agility. It was like you were dancing and twirling but with a sword. 

"You abandoned your son, I was saving him and you took advantage of me." You answered. 

“Then what are you?” He asked as he managed to block your blows but could not land any of his own either. Your skill was greater than his but he was stronger than you but you were equal in speed so it evened out. 

“I just told you what I am.” You argued as you began to pant. You haven’t fought this vigorously in forever and he was starting to wear you out.

“You call me human, I take it you are not human.” He pointed out. 

“If you must know, Christians, Jews and Muslims call me and my kind angels, Hindus and Buddists call us devas. I don’t know what religion you follow so I don’t know what you would call me.” You explained. 

“So are you like a selkie but with wings instead of a sealcoat?” Ivar asked and you narrowed your eyes because you didn’t want to tell him the truth. Because the truth was, you were actually very closely related to selkies, you were simply the selkies of the sky instead of the sea and all rules that applied to selkies applied to you also with a few minor and major differences.

But his grin just grew even more smug! How was that possible?! -When you narrowed your eyes and didn’t answer.

 “I take your silence as a ‘yes’.” He practically sang, the smug piece of shit. Damn him! 

“So I take it since I have this you are bound to me?” He ventured as he gestured to the cloak. 

“For now.” You allowed before he simply lowered his sword. 

"If you are bound to me than it's of no use to fight with you." He said as he put your sword into his belt as your shoulders sagged in defeat before you put your sword away and stood up to your full height, taking on your regal posture. 

“What do you want then?” You asked.

"What can you offer me?" He asked, a pleased smirk on his lips. 

“I’ve seen humans be particularly fond of gold. Would a pile of gold weighing ten of me induce you to give me my cloak back?” You asked, trying to bargain with him now. 

“No, not even a pile of gold weighing a hundred of you would satisfy me, what I want from you can not be satisfied with gold or silver or jewels.” Ivar answered. As you opened your mouth to offer jewels before he supplied it and you closed your mouth again.

“What then?” You asked. 

“I am normally a cripple, but with this cloak on- I’m not, why?” Ivar asked. 

“If I tell you, will you give it back?” You asked hopefully. 

“No, but it might induce me to try to understand you so you can understand me, and once we understand each other, we can begin to trust each other, and once we trust each other, you might be able to earn it back then.” Ivar offered, like dangling a carrot in front of a horse. He was clever. Damn it.

“If I heal you so that you are not a cripple, would you give it to me then?” You asked. 

“It would be a start, but still I would ask more than just that.” he taunted. You used your connection to the cloak and sensed how much magic it would take to heal him. It would take a while to recharge from the magic used to heal his son. And it would take almost all of the magic you had right now to heal him and it would take over a year to recharge from that feat. That was time you didn’t have. Hongyen was coming next week. You realized you were screwed either way. 

You huffed and studied the colors that the cloak changed into, it was not just any old black, even in the moonlight with your night vision you could see the other color sheens over the black. pretty well, there was purple, green, red and blue and you used the colors and where they were placed and the patterns they made to gauge what kind of man he was because the cloak revealed personality, emotional makeup and mood if one did not learn to shield themselves from the cloak or simply learn to control the color to suit the occasion or whim. You seemed to weigh and measure the man standing before you wearing your cloak, the crafty son of a bitch. He wasn’t great, he had major flaws, but he had potential. So it wasn’t a total loss, at least you weren’t bound to a moron.

“The simplest answer is I’m magic, so my feather cloak is also magic. It’s meant to always protect me and support me. You no doubt noticed that even my own weapons are no match for it’s protection, the feathers change into a special metal, it’s stronger than iron or steel, yet shinier than silver or gold and just as precious while the cloth changes into a special leather. No weapon can hurt it or the wearer.” You explained as Ivar appraised the cloak he was wearing and took note of its unique features. 

“Is it tied to your dress?” Ivar asked as he gestured to it, having noticed it changed. 

“Yes, this though is a part of me and can not be taken off, the feathers will simply recede into my skin and look like I’m covered in tattooed feathers.” You answered before you noticed the way he was looking at you and you could tell he was envisioning you naked which made you scowl again as you tried to calm the baby by bouncing and swaying in place. 

“Is this truly your son?” You asked as you noticed his gaze go back up to the baby in your arms. 

“Yes.” Ivar answered. 

“And you left him to the forest because he was deformed?” You questioned as he looked down guiltily. 

“I take your silence as a ‘yes’.” You threw back at him which made him cut his eyes at you too. 

“He is lucky I was close, I was flying overhead when I heard him cry. No human doctor could have helped him. I have been all over the world and mingled with others. Even if you were in the far east or the middle east, there would be no doctor to save him and he would have starved to death before you could even get halfway there. You were doing the kindest thing. It’s cold enough tonight that he would have simply gone to sleep and never wake up again, dying in his sleep.” You ventured as he seemed to be comforted by your words. “What’s his name?” You asked. 

“Baldur.” He answered. 

“Do you swear not to harm me in any way?” You asked warily. 

“Only if you will swear the same.” Ivar returned. 

“The cloak has transferred to you, there is nothing anyone can do to harm you or separate us now. Even if poison were to try to pass your lips, the feathers on the cloak will become like knives and point to it. There is no way I can hurt you.” You revealed as you closed the distance between you. 

“What do you think of your son now?” You asked as you showed him to his father who began to shed a few tears at recognizing his son and realizing that he was exactly as he had envisioned him all along as he took him back. 

“He’s perfect.” He smiled as he held his son in his arms again. “Thank you, Princess for healing him.” He thanked you graciously. 

“It’s...Sasha, my name is Sasha,” you allowed, if you were going to be bound to him, might as well learn your nick name. Because your full name was prohibited.  

“Ivar the Boneless, King of Norseman and Kettegat.” He revealed as you nodded in understanding. 

“Well lead the way home then King Ivar the Boneless.” You invited as your dress grew another cloak for you. It wasn’t feathers, but fur, like white chinchilla with black tips on the ends of the fibers, to keep you warm from the cold as Ivar began walking home, his son securely in his arms, able to walk just like anyone else with ease and without pain, for the first time in his life, he was without any pain at all with you walking beside him all the way back.

#ivar the boneless #ivar the boneless imagines #ivar the boneless x reader #White Peacock Princess chapter 1 #White Peacock Princess

[xcorbassax]

Qué sabemos nós que non saiban as pedras, a xiada e o sol, ou os Urcos do son. Verbas do luar, bicos dende o alén, e os susurros das Mouras despiden o xerán. A seguinte mañán, o seguinte solpor,

desacougo no ar, e bágoas no chan. Chamemos ás néboas que carregan a luz, pois miña é a labor de pasala ás túas mans. Ollando ó redor, mais aló dos salgueiros,

xa non queda máis que marchar diste lar. Deixemos ista terra ás fillas do mar, que fan o amor, e pelexan a dor.

: The Summoning of the Fog :

What do we know that the stones wouldn't, or the morning frost, the sun, or the Urcos of sound. Words from the moonlight, kisses from beyond,

and the whispers of the Mouras say bye to the dusk. The next morning, the next sunset, restlessness in the air, and tears on the ground. Let's summon the fogs that bear the light,

because mine is the duty to carry it onto your hands. Beholding around, beyond the willows, there's not much more to do but to leave this place behind, let's leave this land to the daughters of the seas, the ones who make love and fight pain. 

#music #galician

[alderandvine]

More on dumb shit i’ve seen witches say:

“I worship the characters from Sonic the Hedgehog”

“Soul element”

“How to find your personal sigil”

“Most sigils are for protecion”

“tattooed a sigil on myself”

“I use crystals/herbs/my energy instead of taglocks or other bodily ingredients”

“Glamour magic is just using makeup with intention”

“ I appreciate your intent - that all witches are valid and deserve respect no matter their level of experience - but I disagree that the term "baby witch" is negative. Babies are just as good and as worthy as other humans, just like baby witches are just as good and worthy as other witches. It's not the same as calling a woman "girl" because a woman has lived long enough to become a woman. Baby witches are brand new witches like babies are brand new humans. I just don't think it's a big deal if a person wants to call themselves a baby witch but I do think it is nice of you to build people up. :)”

“My spirit guide is a rainbow feathered winged deer”

“Azuredragonfeather is the best source for learning about fairies and dragons”

“Pentecost was originally pagan, it’s based on Beltane”

“Christians took Ostara from pagans and made it into Easter”

“St Martins day is pagan because of the jackalaterns, which irish pagans carved on Samhain”

“St Michaels day was originally Mabon”

“I’m an athiest pagan”

“Ann Moura and Scott Cunningham are great for learning old world witchcraft”

“Sigils are too new age for me but I love crystal healing!”

“People used to tattoo sigils on themselves to help with pain”

“Runes, solomonic seals/pentacles and sigils all work the same way”

“my family mly has witches as our ancestors and our family’s grimwar went missing in the 1800 oh and I don’t even know how to use the magic I do know my aura can course misfortune to those who get cocky argent or prideful around me and I have not even dipped in to my magic”

“I need help figuring out a spell I have been working on restoring it’s the spell used to make golems its old magic”

“You can only read the words in my family’s grimoire under moonlight cus the ink was enchanted with moon water” ~ said “grimoire” has random catholic latin prayers and symbols from Supernatural printed out and glued inside

#i wish i was joking #why are people like this #end my suffering

[thecandywrites]

Monster March 2024 Day 25 Harpy /Moura Part 6

Now it's time for some back stabby stabby.

As always, thanks to the wonderful @borealwrites for thier Monster March 2024 Prompt List

Moonlight Moura

Part 6

Axera woke you up right at sunrise so you could go and get the sunrise sunshine, which was supposed to be some of the best sunshine as you got up and flew up to the roof of the dragon barn and spread your wings to get the sunshine. 

“There you are!” Your cousin Tristan said as he flew in from the horizon and practically tackled you to the roof as he hugged you tight as you welcomed him into your arms and cried in relief, as he peppered your face in kisses because his last flight was your first and incidentally, the one where he met his new wife who just had a baby as you were visiting him and his family for your last solstice flight. 

“Come on, we gotta go!” Tristan encouraged you as he tried to pull you into the air. 

“I can’t leave.” You stopped him as you pulled back. 

“Shit, what did they do to your collar? is this why you can't leave? Are you sick? Did these people do this to you?!” He asked in horror to see it changed. 

“They didn’t do anything to it! Lightning did.” You revealed. 

“You got struck by lightning?” He asked in surprise and shock.

“Yeah, I did. And now I’m glowing like the damn moon. Everything metal I touch, turns into electrum or white gold instead of yellow gold. I was as bright as the sun at first and would have blinded people for miles if I wasn’t magnetized to an island with an electromagnetic core surrounded by fog as thick as pumpkin soup!” You explained. 

“Now thankfully there are moura dragons here and they are taking care of me. But it’s the people here who are helping me drain excess power from me so hopefully I don’t glow like the moon and don’t electrocute everything and everyone I touch. Once I get better, I’ll come back. But I can’t do that yet. I would fry every electrical grid anywhere and everywhere else. The moura dragons here helped me find some really good people who are helping me, feeding me and sheltering me and hiding me in plain sight from any other who would mean me harm. But right now, I have to rely on the dragons to translate everything I say. I know our taunston relatives made translation books for all the peoples who converged onto this supersphere. Please, I need a translation book if not from marinai to the language of the Neveahans, then from tauni to the language spoken here. For you know I can speak and read and write tauni. I want to be able to talk to my hosts and not have the dragons tell or show more than I want them to or more than they should." You begged.

"There is something dangerous here. And with as protective as the moura dragons are, and with as protective as my host family is. Means that me being here is dangerous and that there is something bigger than them that is a threat to me. And I need to know what that threat is, because otherwise the Neveahan dragons would not have told every moura who would listen to stay clear of this place. Please. I can’t leave this place because I’ll be stuck to the outer islands again like a magnet stuck to another one.  Because it was only a dragon’s flying strength that I was able to be pulled from the outer ring like an anchor from the watery depths. Please. Tristan, go to the closest Taunston fortress, ask them for help. I’m the granddaughter of a taunston, surely they would help me. And if not for family, then for a price. Surely electrum is valuable to them right?” You urged him before you put the electrum that you had made into a small stick and gathered into a small ball from the bath and made one larger palm sized piece of it and gave it to him. 

“Now please fly away from here and only approach me when I’m alone. One moura is one thing, I don’t want two to turn into more than that because with moura math is the same as chicken math, that’ll pull at least a dozen more here and they'll think we're the ones invading. Please. For Isolade’s sake and for little Trillinia, I can’t chance you being stuck here with me, please fly away.” You pleaded with him. 

“For Isolade and Trillinia, but I’m coming back with that book for you, and an explanation of what’s happened to you and how to fix you that doesn’t involve you being in the belly of the greatest beast of all on this supershere.” Tristan agreed as he took it.

“What do you mean by that?” You asked as you grabbed his arms to keep him from leaving as you couldn’t help but narrow your eyes at the words he chose to use. 

“I can’t say much more than that, I feel the dragons around  hearing our conversation. It would not surprise me if they are already alerting everyone here about my presence.” He said. 

“Then fly. Fly now.” You urged him as he flew away before anyone else could see him. You looked down into the skylight and saw that Jenya and Daer were- at least by appearances, fast asleep. So you could do little but watch Tristan fly north wishing you could fly back with him. But you didn’t trust the outer ring of islands to not pull you harder than you could fly and you couldn’t trust that you wouldn’t bring serious harm to anyone or anything if you were able to go home in this state. Dragon magic exceeded a mouras. And if Thyla was adamant that Nahlo, and his family and his talents with electricity could help, you had little choice but to trust her and take her word for it since Isla had apparently done all she could do. So you could only sit down and cry, feeling like you were watching the last of your kind leave you for you didn’t know how long, or if Tristan would ever be able to come back. With what you asked from him or not.  You watched him turn into a speck of nothingness in the beautiful sunrise that was not healing you or fortifying you the way you had grown used to it doing. 

But you didn’t get too much time to think about it before Nahlo, in a panic, came out of the house, calling for you with Thyla hot on his heels. Ah, that’s what Tristan was referring to. He could feel Thyla’s mind with his own and of course she would alert Nahlo. You could not find fault with her for it though. You leaving wasn’t in your own best interest, nor anyone else’s for that matter. 

“I’m here Nahlo, I’m here. What’s wrong?” You asked as you flitted down to the ground. 

“Oh thank God, you’re still here.” Nahlo said as he hugged you tight when you did. 

“Of course I’m still here. Where else would I go?” You asked as you hugged him back. 

“Home?” Nahlo offered. 

“It’s not safe for me to go home yet, remember? Right now those outer islands are like sharks circling a drowning land walker. I’m here until you say I’m no longer a danger to anyone else or anything else, or until you ask me to leave, or perhaps, when I’ve outstayed my welcome at least.” You reassured him with a reassuring smile. 

“You will never outstay your welcome. And I would never ask you to leave. But I will let you know the moment it is safe for you to go home.” Nahlo nodded in agreement and understanding before he finally and rather reluctantly let go. 

“Are you ok?” You asked him as you reached up to cup his face with your hand as you noticed it was hot and flushed. 

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. Are you ok?” He asked as he either consciously or subconsciously put his own hand over yours as he looked deeply into your eyes, searching for how you were really doing. 

“Yeah, I’ll be ok. I have the dragons and I have you and your wonderful family. What else do I need?” You asked. 

“Your health?” Nahlo supplied. 

“Well, that’s why I’m here. Because like your dragon says, that if she can trust anyone to help, it’s you. And I was raised to always trust the dragons. So if Thyla trusts you, I trust you too.” You smiled. 

“Wait here, I must collect morning dew for the kids.” You offered before you swiped your thumb across his cheek before you used your wings to pull you up into the trees as you flitted to the various fruit trees around the farm and created morning dew from all of them, making little edible coru clouds from each one before you returned to him, carrying a pack of them that were as big as yourself. 

“How many did you get?” He asked. 

“As many as I could. I figured the whole family would want one of each kind I could get.” You said. 

“Here, you try and tell me what they will think.” You offered him an assortment that you had made just for him which made him happy to take from you before he ate the first. 

“Orange tree.” He noted when he took a bite of the first. 

“Very good.” You grinned. 

“How do you manage to get the taste and the scent to be in all one sensation?” He asked. 

“It’s all just particles in the air, that most can’t really see with their eyes, but that their other senses can pick up on. I just pick up enough of it for you to both taste and smell it at the same time and that it is the same intensity that most find appetizing and appealing.” You shrugged before you walked with him back into the house with the others as you put a bundle on each place setting at the table while the other members of Nahlo’s family got up while Axera got out of your room and left the house to eat his own breakfast from the barn with Thyla, who was still angry with him about something as you watched as Thyla was quick to snip and snap at him. 

“Did I pick the one dragon on Neveah that Thyla can’t stand?” You asked Nahlo as he noticed you watch them walk from the house into the barn. 

“No. There are many more she hates much worse than him.” Nahlo grinned as you could tell that Jenya was up and doing the translating for you while the sub adults came to the barn to eat with her and Daer. 

“Why does Thyla hate Axera?” You asked. 

“You’d have to ask her because I don’t know.” Nahlo shook his head. 

“Jenya?” You called out to her. 

‘Thyla was just trying to be obedient to my mother, that’s all. Isla wanted to keep you close.’ Jenya answered. 

‘Because not all Neveahans are good Neveahans who mean me- no harm?’ You questioned mentally. 

‘Yes.’ Jenya admitted. 

‘Which ones should I look out for?’ You asked. 

‘Anyone in a uniform.’ Jenya warned. 

‘Ok. Anything else?’ You asked. 

‘No.’ Jenya answered. 

‘Understood. Will you please tell Thyla that my visitor this morning was just a concerned family member, and should be the only one I should have, hopefully until I can leave under my own power?’ You asked her as you showed her the exchange you had with Tristan that morning. 

‘Of course, I’ll let her know.’ Jenya reassured you. 

“Thank you.” You thanked her as you did your best to help prepare breakfast for the family as you were surprised when most of the family came in, each carrying a dish they had made for breakfast and soon the table was filled with dishes as it had been the day before for dinner as it seemed everyone pitched in which you really liked and appreciated as the whole family was delighted with the edible coru clouds on their plates as Manidore was the last one up but the first to devour the coru clouds. 

“Best dish for breakfast.” Manidore praised with a charming smile and a wink. 

“Not exactly filling though.” You offered as you happily got to eat to your heart’s content out of the vast array of dishes that were made and passed around the table, this time, not worrying about turning anything into electrum because the same serving spoons were used both for dinner and for breakfast and were already electrum. 

“But leaving us all hungry for more.” Manidore praised. 

“Then eat some real solid food to satisfy your hunger. The sun is burning off all the dew so it would be hard to make more right now.” You urged him as you pushed the dish that was between you closer to him since it was not hard to discern his true intentions, which you could not be any more disinterested in. 

“When you’re done eating Aurava, we should get going to the plant to drain more excess from you.” Nahlo insisted as he sat beside you. 

“Of course, I promise not to shred my clothes today.” You tried to offer with a meaningful grin. 

“I wouldn’t mind.” Manidore muttered under his breath as you could practically feel Nahlo’s hard glare at his younger brother as you flushed with Manidore’s implications. 

“Then you won’t mind mending them will you?” Nahlo insisted. 

“Nope, although I’d want to get more measurements.” Manidore offered before your moura cloak became a harness of tape measures over the clothes you were currently wearing before you pulled it off of you and handed it to him. 

“You better write down the numbers before that becomes what it really is.” You instructed him as Manidore raced to try to write them all down as you grinned, rather smugly as you mentally let the lone feather slowly revert back to its natural state the moment he had written down the measurement before he was left with only a feather but before he could marvel at the feather itself, you called it back to yourself. 

“Excuse me, I need to get ready.” You excused yourself from the table once you finished all the food on your plate and walked back to your room to get changed into the Neveahan clothes. 

“What is wrong with you? Why didn’t you just ask her to strip right here at the table.” Nahlo sneered rather hatefully as he grabbed his plate as well as your own from the table as Safahti took the paper from her son’s hand. 

“And that will be the only piece of her you will touch. You shame us by being so forward with her. She is sick. Have some decency.” Sefahti insisted before she smacked him upside the head. 

“Get dressed and ready for work.” Undilla urged his sons. 

“Yes Papa.” They answered before the family slowly began to clean up after breakfast as you were already outside somehow and with Thyla. 

“Ready?” You asked Nahlo when you saw him leave his house and with his gear. 

“Yes.” He answered before you got into Axera’s saddle while Nahlo got into Thyla’s while Manidore got onto something else. 

“What is that?” You asked Nahlo from Axera’s back. 

“A car. For when people do not wish to fly.” Nahlo answered. 

“Why does he not fly?” You asked him you were happy to take to the air with Axera and himself as you saw dragons from all over take to the skies. 

“He is waiting to get married first.” Nahlo answered as you frowned in confusion. 

“Why?” You asked. 

“Some dragons find their riders before their riders have to ever find them. And some wait to find a dragon to ride, until the dragons return from their rite flight and choose to pair up with another on Neveah, and usually most young adults will also wait to choose a marriage mate after that process too.” Nahlo explained. 

“So he is waiting for his future bride to pick her dragon and that dragon to pick a mate before he choses one and when he does, he not only gets a wife, he also gets a pair of dragons.” You concluded. 

“Something like that.” Nahlo nodded. 

“But not you?” You asked. 

“No. Thyla’s always been my dragon since the egg, isn’t that right girl?” Nahlo asked as he patted her neck. 

“So what will you do if she choses a moura dragon after her rite flight, go wherever she will settle down?” You asked curiously. 

“We’ll see.” Nahlo answered with a hopeful smile. 

‘Or more like he’ll have to decide between who owns any dragon who wants to be my mate.’ Thyla informed you. 

“I see Thyla, so Axera is definitely out of the running. Good thing I chose Axera to ride for the time being huh?” You grinned. 

“No she didn’t mean it like that.” Nahlo was quick to correct. 

“No, Thyla was quite clear, there is no misunderstanding her.” You grinned as you waived him off before you landed at the site where others were already waiting in line with many vehicles filled with batteries. 

‘Here are the children of the people that take care of my parents.’ Axera introduced you to a small group of people. 

“Sali.” You greeted them from behind your scarf and hood so you hoped that you didn’t glow too much to scare them off. 

“Sali Miss Moonchild. We understand from Grand Dragon Isla that you are a friend of hers, that you are here because you are sick and are needing healing?” Axera’s usual rider Haluma asked from her glittering and sparkling dragon armored clothes only meant to show off her lithe body. She had less body fat than you did. And barely any breasts, but what she did have seemed to be padded and puffed up to accentuate them.

“Yes.” You nodded. 

“Then why aren’t you in a hospital?” Alidore, Haluma’s brother asked. 

“Because I’m not Neveahan. And I don’t know if the doctors who are used to treating Neveahan patients will be able to help someone with different biology. But thankfully Nahlo understands what afflicts me and is helping heal me. Because even I don’t fully understand it.” You admitted lowly. 

“Oh, right, of course. That and you may not have any official documentation or identification. Other than what Grand Dragon Isla can vouch for. It’s probably best if you get the help you need as quietly and as discreetly as possible, so you can hopefully go home soon.” Haluma offered as there was something in her voice that you caught and a sense about her that didn’t quite sit right with you. 

“Yes, for now, thank you so much for allowing Axera to fly me around. Although if you’re needing him back for anything. He should go home if he’s missed or needed.” You offered as you tried to offer the bridal to Axera back to Haluma before Alidore was quick to offer you the bridle to his own dragon instead. 

“Only if you will take mine in his place. Surely you should not be left without a mode of transportation and we can’t expect Thyla to fly both of you all around.” Alidore offered as he exchanged the bridals as he was dipping his head to catch and keep your gaze as you gave him a small, polite smile. 

“But I don’t know if your dragon speaks my language that well. Since Axera’s been my main means of communication as my translator, but obviously, there are others who have followed me that speak my language very well and can be my means of translation and transportation. And they all assure me that they are happy and willing to take Axera’s place and give him a break if he wants or needs it. And I do not wish to inconvenience you or leave you a way of not having the means of transportation around your truly marvelous country.” You tried to graciously excuse as two more dragons eagerly put their heads over your shoulders and were eager to try to both claim you as their riders which you couldn’t help but laugh at their playful overeagerness. 

“It’s not an inconvenience at all. It’s been a privilege and an honor to have you ride one of our dragons. Might we invite you over for either lunch or dinner? Supper? Evening meal? Whatever you may call it?” Alidore asked hopefully. 

“I will defer to Nahlo’s opinion. For I know we will have a lot of work to continue to work out how to cure me of my ailment and affliction.” You excused. 

“Of course, Nahlo, you and your family are more than welcome to come as well, really, the whole family.” Haluma was quick to offer. 

“Axera told Miss Moonchild that his father is a friend of hers. And I know he will wish to see her the most. So, dinner would be nice. Thank you.” Nahlo caved with a polite smile. 

“Oh of course! Of course, yes he hasn’t stopped talking our mother’s ears off about it.” Alidore insisted. 

“Just, make sure that none of the utensils are metal. Her ailment means she is very reactive to metal. So ceramic or wood would be best.” Nahlo suggested. 

“Of course, we will make sure that nothing metal is even on the table.” Haluma offered with a charming smile and doe eyes as you realized, that’s what she was upset about. She wanted Nahlo. And she did not want you to be any kind of obstacle in that endeavor, which you thought was interesting. Perhaps it was that reason that Thyla didn’t like Axera, because what Thyla really didn’t like was Axera’s true rider and Nahlo didn't share Haluna's attraction.

‘Bingo.’ Thyla told you telepathically. 

“Axera, please don’t go telling all my secrets to people who are strangers to me. If I want them to know anything, I want to tell them myself.” You asked Axera. 

‘Wouldn’t dream of it my friend.’ Axera reassured you.

“He’s been a very good dragon. Please, feed and treat him extra well.” You requested sweetly of Haluma and Alidore and their other brothers and sisters as you shook their hands. 

“Of course, of course.” Alidore assured you. 

“We should get in and see what we can cure today.” Nahlo urged you to come inside. 

“Axera, I will let you hunt whatever you want if you will tell me everything.” Alidore said once you and Nahlo had set foot inside with the other dragons following in around you. 

“And what I want to know is- is she really an angel from heaven?” Haluma asked Axera. 

‘No. Far from. She is flesh and blood and quite a bit more. Enough to make gaining her as a friend worth your while.’ Axera grinned back. 

“Good, now let’s go to the market and find you a proper breakfast.” Haluma beamed before she hopped onto her saddle and flew over to the market to get Axera some good ol fashioned bribery to get him to tell them anything and everything they wanted to know about Nahlo’s new guest. 

Thankfully the other people Nahlo and Manidore worked with were actually very kind and very helpful and were relieved that you had stayed and would continue to work with them to drain your excess power from you as they all had brought in extra battery chargers with them, all of them leading to a plug for an outlet that you would hold before they connected every kind of battery they could. And then, like waves of the sea. It was just you holding the plug for only a few moments before the other batteries almost instantly regained their full charge and had to be changed out for others. And changing out the batteries took longer than charging them did. 

Thankfully, today, Nahlo and the others had a steady supply of food, delivered from every restaurant that would deliver food there. All so that you could just simply eat with one hand and charge with the other while you made sure they took breaks to eat and drink and refresh themselves too.

But after 8 hours of this, the line was empty, but you still glowed, like a full moon through a layer of clouds at night as you could only blow out another breath of relief yet subtle disappointment that while it had continued to help, it still wasn’t enough as others made calls all around both the large nation and the surrounding smaller ones to see who had need of electricity to store but Nahlo insisted that the magnetism of the outer rings was still too great of a threat, and that they find solutions here on the mainland that didn’t involve too much supervision by anyone who would ask any questions that would endanger you being here illegally. 

“Illegally?” You repeated to Thyla. 

‘By Neveahan governmental standards, you are an illegal alien in every sense. You came here without legal permission by any other country that Neveah recognizes. You have no identification paperwork or cards. According to the official Neveahan government, you aren’t even here. Isla is keeping your presence a secret from them. And right now, Nahlo is afraid that when you go to Axera’s family’s farm your safety will be threatened because Axera is likely not to keep your confidence. In fact it wouldn't surprise if he's sold you out in exchange for a chance to hunt and kill his own lunch.’ Thyla explained. 

“So he is afraid they will find out I'm here illegally?” You asked worriedly. 

‘Yes. Nahlo and Manidore are afraid that if Nahlo doesn’t take Haluma’s flirtatious advances and that if you do not accept Alidore’s that either of them would turn you over just to spite Nahlo and his family. You saw Axera, he’s very handsome. Axera and all the other dragons at that farm are jewel dragons, their scales are meant for jewelry and more luxurious coats of armor. Which you've already seen because Haluma refuses to wear nothing but the stuff, even as uncomfortable as it to her sometimes.' Thyla explained. 

“Ah, entitled and used to always getting what they want.” You surmised. 

‘Yes.' She confirmed.

"Why does Haluma like Nahlo though? Is it the tattoos?" You asked her softly.

'Yeah. Tattoos are forbidden in Haluma's family but to Haluma, Nahlo is some kind of irresistable bad boy. And yes, that tattoos only add to that image. Otherwise she has almost every other guy on the island drooling over her and her rich family. But not Nahlo. He sees it all for what it really is and while they may be rich in house, estate and money, they are piss poor in ethics, honesty, and decency.' Thyla revealed.

"Ah, so she is poor in all the ways I'm rich and I'm poor in all the ways she's rich. So she is threatened by me." You surmised.

"Exactly. But Haluma has always wanted what she can't have. And because Nahlo has gently and politely refused her advances in the past, instead of going elsewhere, she's become obsessed. Like stalker obsessed. Which is why Nahlo works one of the more humble jobs that is quite dirty and hard work. Things that Haluma and her family wouldn't be caught dead doing. They rely on thier machines to make their jewelry and pluck the scales before they're even ready to be fully shed, all to make deadlines, to the harm of thier own dragons until they bleed from the plucking." Thyla shuddered.

"Like a bird having it's pretty feathers plucked." You surmised.

"Exactly. And if they come to know that you make electrum. They would be the first to have turn every speck of metal on that estate into more electrum. And try to marry you as soon as possible to keep you there like your foremothers.’ Thyla warned. 

“Then why did Nahlo agree?” You asked. 

‘For Axera’s father’s sake. But if you show his father the pain you’ve endured being in this state- maybe he will dissuade them.’ Thyla offered. 

“I see.” You nodded in understanding before Nahlo approached wiping the sweat of his brow after getting the last of the batteries back up to the people waiting outside.

“We should get home and get cleaned up for dinner.” Nahlo came over as Manidore had already left to go home to do just that. 

“If you felt uncomfortable about going to Axera's farm, you could have declined.” You offered. 

“I didn’t want to deny you seeing old friends.” Nahlo tried to excuse.

“Not if it will cost you- your peace of mind and the peace of your heart.” You countered. 

“Then perhaps, in the future, lunch visits will be best, short and sweet and an excuse to leave to go back to work when things even venture into being uncomfortable and more dragon orientated.” Nahlo offered. 

“Yes, that would probably be best. I trust you to keep me safe and sound Nahlo. And I trust Thyla to do the same and I trust Grandma Isla. Thyla told me I’m illegally here. And it would be best if I stayed off of sonar.” You supplied. 

“Radar.” Nahlo corrected with a grin. 

“Radar, yes.” You agreed as you mirrored his smile. 

“So do you think going to Axera’s family’s farm will expose me and threaten my safety?” You asked as you lowered your voice and took a step closer to him. 

“It should be ok, as long as Axera’s father sees and feels your painful truth. That you are here by accident and it is only by Isla’s protection that you are here on the mainland.” Nahlo answered as you nodded in understanding. 

“Then lead the way. I will follow wherever you will go.” You offered as you took his arm and hugged it as he was happy to have you there as he was happy to put his hand over yours and lead you out of there with Thyla and Sephat and the others, who had taken Axera’s place with you, who Thyla liked much better than Axera. For one thing, Sephat wasn’t nearly as boastful and egotistical because he was more drab and more meek and mild. And 2- because he was drab and to other Neveahans, ugly, he was seen as undesireable and practically unrideable by Neveahan standards. But he was getting the hang of taking you as a rider and learning to translate your meanings instead of pure word for word translation. And for all of these things, you really liked and appreciated about him too. There was a quietness and a gentleness about him that you found soothing too. 

You flew Sephat beside Thyla back home where everyone was hurriedly trying to get ready. 

“Thank you all so much for helping me visit the other moura dragons around Neveah. I really appreciate it.” You thanked them as you were quick to try to help them. 

“I’m just happy that you aren’t going alone and that all of us can come with you to keep an eye on things and keep you safe.” Sefahti smiled gratefully.

“You are glowing much dimmer today. I take it, today was much more successful as far as curing you is concerned?” Cadi offered. 

“Yes.” You smiled happily. 

“Good.” She and Sefahti both smiled happily before they finished and tried to help you get ready by doing your hair at least, while your moura cloak provided a beautiful dress, which they claimed was perfect, simple and elegent and sophisticated for the dinner party as they simply let you borrow a cloak to wear over your clothes to conceal your state until you could get into the house.

“Ok, we will drive, you fly. Keep the dragon as close as you can.” They offered. 

“I will.” You reassured them before you got back onto Sephat to fly with Nahlo who actually looked quite dashing and regal in his more dressy clothes. 

“You lead, I follow.” You urged him. 

“Ok.” He smiled as he took to the air and flew with you to Axera’s family’s farm which wasn’t actually too far away. Thankfully.

But the moment you landed, and got off of Sephat, it was clear that Axera’s family’s caretakers had pulled out all the stops so to speak. Their houses were practically all mansions, all connected by elaborate walkways and hallways until it looked more like one huge palace complex. Their barn was also palatial. And you were taken on one side by Alidore and his mother on the other as they were quick to usher you inside and down to a meal that only equaled that of Dorierra's. There were more pieces of cutlery than you could ever think was needed for a meal. And servants, lots and lost of servants. And dinner was actually a 30 course meal. Each plate only having a few mouthfuls worth of food on it. But beautifully and artfully plated delicacies. Thankfully Alidore's mother was right there beside you to walk you through what to eat what course with and what to do when and made several comments about how you ate all the food off of every plate put in front of you. You were quick to point out that you were actually sick and the more food you ate, the sooner you would recover. Which was the only reason she allowed it. The men of the family of course were "allowed" to finish all the food off of their plates, the ladies, barely ate half of what was there.

All while Nahlo was sat down all the way on the other end of the table with Haluma practically glued herself to his side and in a dragon scale dress that left very little to the imagination. You could tell that Undilla and Sefhati weren't exactly thrilled to simply sit and listen to her talk on and on and on about herself and only herself and never really engaging them in coversation and interrupted them every time they tried to cut in. Which, mouras could be chatty too. But they at least had the decency to not interrupt other people. You could sense Nahlo only tolerated her presence as he too didn’t appreciate or like her own forwardness.

But seemed all of Alidore’s brothers were seated around you with Alidore's grandfather sitting at the head of the very long table. You barely could keep up with their questions about you and your family and where you were from as you could see Thyla wasn’t happy about Axera’s attentions either as she tried her best to keep up with helping you and your hosts communicate serving as your translator since Sephat was still learning but making an excellent effort nonetheless.  

And while you enjoyed the food, it was the company that was overwhelming you with their "charms", flattery, fishing for compliments in turn, and attentions as you noticed that all of them were eating with pure gold silverware while you were grateful for your wooden handled utensils.

You tried so hard not to touch anything metallic. Everywhere you looked was gold, platinum, crystal, marble, ostentatious and over the top. The family was eager to talk about how great and prosperous their business was as their farm didn’t even bother with herds, simply bought what their dragons wanted to eat from the market every day so that they could dedicate more of their lands to buildings and lavish gardens. Even the children were expected to be little adults. No loud voices, no outbursts, no misbehavior, and wholly unnatural.

Which was a sharp contrast to Nahlo and his family’s farm that was much more of a homestead style and geared towards self sufficiency which you liked and appreciated much more whereas his own family was similar to your own, where kids were passed around and everyone loved everyone and between giving each other a hard time and teasing, it was always in good fun and never malicious.

But not here. There were undercutting remarks and inside jokes that weren’t funny and didn’t make sense and you could tell Alidore’s grandfather was the patriarch of the family. As even he was trying to be ‘a warm father type’ but his true nature could be clearly sensed. He practically ruled his family with an iron fist. His grandchildren were practically all kissing his ass while his other children, while showing reverence, there was so much resentment there too. 

But once you finished dinner and tried all the desserts, you simply asked to see Axera’s father, wanting to hurry up and meet him and sing to his clutch of eggs and get going and leave before they asked you the same intrusive questions masked by pretty words and flattery, asked at least six different ways, wanting to get either different answers or get to the core truths about yourself that you weren’t comfortable sharing with them.

You could only glance at Nahlo out of the corner of your eye and he looked just as uncomfortable as you felt but he was obviously trying to be polite and dip and dodge all of Haluma’s advances as you were trying to do the same from her brothers. Especially since every single one in Alidore’s family stared more at your moura collar than even your breasts or eyes. Which to you betrayed what they were really after.

Electrum.

Figured. 

The family reluctantly let you into the barn where Axera’s father Aeleo was as he practically was wagging his tail in excitement to see you as were happy to go up to him and hug his face for several long moments. 

‘Hello my friend.’ You greeted happily as you hugged his face tight and fought not to cry again. 

‘Hello my friend. It’s so wonderful to have you here, finally. Axera has told and shown me all that you showed him already. I’m so sorry you’ve had to endure that great pain and then to be here is both thrilling yet dangerous for you.’ He said. 

‘Because I’m an illegal alien?’ You guessed. 

‘Among other things.’ He agreed before he picked you up so you could sit on his snout high up in the air as you straddled his snout to talk to him, wordlessly, wanting to keep this conversation secret between just the two of you as Alidore and his family simply sat and watched on curiously. 

‘So what are the other things? No one will say. And it’s the fear of the unknown that scares me the most.’ You asked.

‘Well immediately? It’s this family that likes to tell themselves they’re my owners. You should be weary of them the most. I have forbidden Axera from telling them about the electrum. Whether he has obeyed me, I’m not sure. With all the airs they are putting on. I doubt it. I’m sorry I raised a dishonorable dragon that can not even keep your confidence when you are already injured and scared and vulnerable.’ He offered. 

‘So what will your caretaker family want from me?’ You asked. 

‘Every scrap of electrum you could ever turn. Both for their jewelry and to sell to everyone else. They would want your benar as jewels to sell the the royalty here. They would want to keep you in the same comfortable cage they practically keep me in.’ He admitted. 

‘And if I don’t give them that?’ You asked. 

‘It would not surprise me if they will turn you over to the authorities for a reward, which if they did that, I can leave this clutch with Halina, I will fly you back home myself before they could do that.’ He offered you. 

‘But I don’t want anyone here to think I only came to get the moura dragons and take them by force. And I do not want to make trouble for you, or your mate or any other child you have. Children are the future. You know that as well as I do.’ You urged him. 

‘Yes, that is true.’ He had to admit. 

‘Then can I trade blessings with you? A moura lullaby to help your clutch connect with you and your mate the way they connect us with our families?’ You offered. 

‘I would love that. But what can I bless you with in return? Please, tell me how I can help.’ He requested. 

‘Help me put a guard around my mind so that no dragon will be able to see or tell anything I don’t want them to see so they can’t tell anyone else.’ You requested. 

‘Of course. All that and more.’ He readily offered before he gently let you down back onto the barn floor before blowing a special cloud of smoke around you as you felt more safe and secure in your own skin and in your own abilities to get out of here if need be. 

“Thank you my friend.” You thanked him as you kissed his snout sweetly as he nuzzled you gently before he hugged you with his wing which got you to giggle as you finally let your wings out to fully hug him back before you pulled them back in and turned to his eggs and reached under the very pretty and extravagant nest quilt to touch them and sang the same lullaby, this time, making sure the tendrils stayed under the quilt and didn’t lift it but still wrapped around both Halina and Aeleo and their eggs to help them feel closer as a family. 

You let Halina see what you were showing the rest of her family. Halina was brought to tears to see that while you came from a very humble family, you were rich in every way that her own caretaker’s family was poor. Which was in their interpersonal relationships which always seemed to be transactional and not really that genuine, which was why she loved Aeleo. Who loved her, not for her pretty scales. Or her rich caretakers. But just for her and would be happy with her here or anywhere else in the world as she readily agreed that if her caretakers turned on you, she was moving to the colonies with this entire clutch once they hatched. Because she too understood what it was like to be seen as property and not a person in her own right, even though she previously was afraid to leave because she doubted she would get the same support anywhere else than where she was. But now, she understood it. There was more to life than big fancy barns and all the food you could ever want to eat. There was family, there was a sense of belonging and there was not a sense of obligation but a sense of actually wanting to help one another because you really, genuinely loved them. No ulterior motives. No veiled threats or punishments. No timelines and deadlines. No ‘do this or else’. Just pure acceptance as perfectly imperfect as you were and moving at your own pace with very little being planned but taking life as you wanted it. With as many days ‘off’ as you wanted. 

The song ended and you withdrew your moura mark tendrils, happy that the dragonets were happily sleeping in their nest before Halina pulled you close into her chest and hugged you as tight as she dared. 

‘Thank you so much for that precious and priceless gift. I too will help you get home if it’s the last thing I do. Even if I have to call your home mine too.’ She offered. 

‘You and your family would always be welecome.’ You offered her, appreciating the new gift of having truly private conversations with her and only her. 

‘I know it. That’s why we would come, as soon as they could learn to fly.’ She offered. 

‘Then don’t say anything, I doubt they’d be happy to let you go. You are investment to them. And I doubt your caretakers are used to seeing anything they’ve invested in- not make a return.’ You offered as you pet her pretty scales. 

‘We are here by choice. Not by force. And they haven’t learned the one thing all dragon owners should know.’ She insisted. 

‘Which is what?’ You asked. 

‘Never build with non fire resistant materials.’ She beamed. 

‘Well whatever you decide to do. Please don’t give them a reason to come after you and your family or me and mine.’ You pleaded.

‘No, I’d take lead them to Dorierra. Let those smug bastards spend the next millenia in ‘negotiations’.’ She chuckled as you snickered a laugh. 

“What so funny?” Nahlo asked. 

“Private joke between mouras and dragons, it would take longer to explain why it’s funny than it’s worth.” You waived off. 

“It was a pleasure to meet all of you. But I’m afraid I’m getting very, very tired and I wish to sleep in the bed that Nahlo’s family has prepared for me in their home.” You insisted to your hosts for the evening and got out of there before they could put up too much of a protest as Nahlo and his family were so happy and grateful you gave them a reason to leave as you even agreed to ride in a vehicle to keep from “falling off” Sephat on the flight home. 

“Ok, if all of them are going to be like that. I don’t want to do any more.” You admitted once you were in the safe confines of the car with Undilla and Sefahti which got them to giggle. 

“Us either.” Sefahti admitted before they drove home and you had Sephat take to the skies with Thyla so he would get back to the house so he wouldn’t have to run alongside the vehicle or fly over it as it traversed the many streets between the two. 

Once back at the house though. It was a delight to "dress down" and play a game before it was really bed time, something with cards and chips, like it was gambling but not actually gambling. But it was really fun.

“Thank you for giving me the worst cards of the deck. Truly I’m honored to have them.” You offered to Nahlo as he dealt the first hand after doing a "practice" game where everyone showed their cards and what to look for and what to avoid before you seemed to try to catch on before you played "for real" this time. But your comment prompted him to try to switch hands with himself before he would even see them. 

“I’m kidding. No, keep your cards, there is nothing wrong with trying to play the hand you’re dealt. No matter how awful it is.” You reassured him. 

“Well no one would be more of an expert on that than you.” He returned, although his tone was gentle in it’s teasing nature. 

“Thanks.” You laughed. 

“That’s the nicest sympathy without pity I’ve gotten for my unlucky streak that’s been hounding me for the last two years straight. Thanks. I really appreciate it.” You grinned as you organized the cards in your and by the symbols on the cards, thanks to Thyla helping you get them organized by what they were and how to do so. 

“What do you mean - unlucky streak? You’re here, you’re alive, you’re as safe and sound as you could be.” Undilla tried to comfort you. 

“True.” You had to nod in agreement. 

“But for curiosity’s sake, how do you see yourself as unlucky?” He asked. 

“Oh gee, where do I start?” You began with a laugh. 

“Wherever you want to.” He started. 

“Well to start off with. My first solstice flight was spent doing every flying trick and aerial acrobatic stunt I knew of. To the point I tired myself out so bad during my first flight, I lost weight just trying to get back to the host colony and I had to sleep in the sun for three days just to recuperate and then once I woke up, I had to practically eat my own body weight in food. And I barely had time to get back home and get ready for the equinox flight. Which took a little longer than an hour for me because I was anxious to get through so I was the first to try to fly through, before everything was fully into alignment and I nearly collided with the core which is molten magma and I got very close to losing my life over it." You began which earned several grimaces and winces.

"Yeah, and any reasonable person would think that after that brush with death it would have taught me to be a little wiser with my actions. But did it? No, instead it filled me with overconfidence. And for the summer solstice flight I spent the first half doing the same gods damn things I did in the first, which was to fly like a chicken with my head cut off, just doing every stunt I knew of and had learned and I learned quite a few from the new ones who came onto that flight with me, and they were just as immature as I was. I spent the entire time in Doreirra, not resting but expending even more energy in a fighting championship." You continued.

"Did you win anything?" Undilla asked hopefully.

"I did. I won my entire class and then I won the division championship. I got a trophy for it, and a special gift and everything." You answered.

"So how is that a bad thing?" Undilla posed.

"Because winning that championship- cost me everything. It cost me every chance I had at finding a mate. It cost me friends. It cost me the respect and bonds of friendship from my peers. To the point that the only ones who would even just fly with me were related to me by blood. And they in turn, lost prospects of their own for choosing to stay friends and family with me than embrace any new family they might have had if they hadn’t. So when I got back, once again, it was another three days of sleeping and eating and resting because I lost even more weight on that flight than I did the first which only made me look even younger and more immature than I already was.” You explained with an irritated scowl.

“And then on the fall equinox flight, I was the one who actually helped the newbies not collide with the core. By flying just above it in my mega phoenix form, my wings being the only barrier many of the other younger mouras had between themselves and being burned up in the core. So I spent most of that flight just guarding the others on the flight. And you would have thought others would have appreciated it. But instead I was looked at like I was an old maid and I was treated as if I was my mother’s age and once again- every chance I had of finding a mate was obliterated because I wasn’t the “young and fun” type, but the “old mother hen” type.” You continued. 

“And then of course the last and most disastrous of all, the final winter solstice flight, I spent all alone. On the edge of a V. Still never approached, never befriended. Nothing. So I’m either too stupid and immature for the wise, too old and matronly for the young, too strong for any other male who just happens to be weaker in physical strength than myself, too skinny to be healthy, too busy showing off to be discreet. Too panicky to be calm. Too everything wrong to ever be right about anything or right for anyone else.” You waved off with a heavy sigh. 

“And then I have my non moura family telling me that I just must be a late bloomer and should probably wait until I’m at least 30 before trying this again. But the problem is, is by then, most of my peers will have been parents and have 10 year olds of their own by then and I’m not exactly too keen on picking through any newly divorced. Nor any old bachelor who has yet to fly his own mother’s coop to go and strike out on his own and have some sense, any sense of independence or self sufficiency or self reliance or whose own sense of masculinity is too threatened by my own sense of self.” You explained as you simply followed what Nahlo was doing as far as betting went. 

Then you exchanged a card that Thyla told you to before you seemed to get another and she insisted that you needed to keep what you had and not take any more cards or give any away because with just that one card, everything came together but not to let on that you got a good hand. 

“Well that means that your mate must be extra special.” Undilla soothed. 

“And that is what every single person in my family has told me every single day since the fall equinox. Every. Single. One. But they add a huge helping of pity and patronizing with it. But thanks. That many people saying so means it should be true.” You smiled before Undilla simply set down his hand to show his cards before, like dominoes, everyone did, calling out what they had before you turned to Thyla to make sure you would say this correctly. 

“Something about a flush? Flush or blush?” You mentioned as you put the cards down and everyone all groaned, cheered and crooned. Nahlo doing the majority of the cheering though as he gave you a high five.

“It’s a flush. You got a flush.” Nahlo specified as he helped shoved the chips into your area as you began to pick them up and stack them up. 

“Flush. Like a toilet?” You asked. 

“Yeah, same word, different meaning though.” Nahlo countered. 

“Well it looks like it means the same, it flushed everyone chips into my area.” You noted with a barely contained shit eating grin which got everyone to burst out laughing. 

“And flush like blush, because now all of you are doing that too. So flush.” You pointed out which only got them to laugh even harder. 

“Yeah, I think she’s figured how to fit in just fine around here.” Undilla beamed proudly as he reached out and pat your back. 

“Aww, thank you Papa.” You thanked him sweetly before he cupped your cheek then pinched your nose which got you to laugh. 

“Now you get to flush.” Undilla said as you blushed prettily before you passed gas. 

“No, I’m good.” You as they all practically fell out of their chairs while Undilla started laughing so hard he farted too which his farts smelled downright awful before everyone started to evacuate the area. 

“You guys are nasty.” Manidore waived off as he tried not to gag again and just walked off.

“This was fun. Thank you for showing me the game.” You offered as everyone was in the process of leaving the table and ending the game to go to bed. 

But now, as much as you wanted sleep, your body was still quite hungry for sunshine before some moon beams came in through the window and your wings automatically moved to try to catch them. 

“Really? Moonbeams?” You muttered to your wings before you grabbed the pillow and the blanket and slipped out of the window to fly up the roof to the dragon barn where you could lay on your stomach and fully stretch out your wings to capture every moonbeam as that hunger finally seemed to get filled. But honestly, you were too tired to care as to why your body now craved moonlight. You were just happy to finally get that hunger sated as you laid out over the actual skylight which was made out of a particular substance that was clear like glass, but wasn’t, actually glass. 

‘They call it plastic or plexi glass, clear like glass, but much more durable and less prone to break.’ Jenya supplied seepily under you. 

“Thank you. Goodnight Jenya.” You thanked her as you were happy to wrap the blanket around you, leaving only your head and wings open as your wings naturally laid over the whole skylight so that as the moon traveled over the night sky, it would catch it all night long and feed you while you slept before Sephat and then all the others flew to the roof to take up a side all around you so that you wouldn't fall off of the barn in your sleep. As you felt much better, being surrounded by dragons, with your wings over them like large solar pannels. And with all of them so close, it was the skinship your body craved and the warmth your soul needed to finally get some good and truly restive sleep.

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1. As sufragistas

Ano: 2015

Censura: 14 anos

No início do século XX, após décadas de manifestações pacíficas, as mulheres ainda não possuem o direito de voto no Reino Unido. Um grupo militante decide coordenar atos de insubordinação, quebrando vidraças e explodindo caixas de correio, para chamar a atenção dos políticos locais à causa. Maud Watts (Carey Mulligan), sem formação política, descobre o movimento e passa a cooperar com as novas feministas. Ela enfrenta grande pressão da polícia e dos familiares para voltar ao lar e se sujeitar à opressão masculina, mas decide que o combate pela igualdade de direitos merece alguns sacrifícios.

2. Maria Antonieta

Ano: 2007

Censura: -

A princesa austríaca Maria Antonieta é enviada ainda adolescente à França para se casar com o príncipe Luis XVI, como parte de um acordo entre os países. Na corte de Versalles ela é envolvida em rígidas regras de etiqueta, ferrenhas disputas familiares e fofocas insuportáveis, mundo em que nunca se sentiu confortável. Praticamente exilada, decide criar um universo à parte dentro daquela corte, no qual pode se divertir e aproveitar sua juventude. Só que, fora das paredes do palácio, a revolução não pode mais esperar para explodir.

Obs: ótimo pra entender mais sobre a Revolução Francesa, nesse período de vestibular.

3. A Teoria de Tudo

Ano: 2015

Censura: 10 anos

Baseado na biografia de Stephen Hawking, o filme mostra como o jovem astrofísico fez descobertas importantes sobre o tempo, além de retratar o seu romance com a aluna de Cambridge Jane Wide e a descoberta de uma doença motora degenerativa quando tinha apenas 21 anos.

4. Sociedade dos Poetas Mortos

Ano: 1990

Censura: -

O novo professor de Inglês John Keating é introduzido a uma escola preparatória de meninos que é conhecida por suas antigas tradições e alto padrão. Ele usa métodos pouco ortodoxos para atingir seus alunos, que enfrentam enormes pressões de seus pais e da escola. Com a ajuda de Keating, os alunos Neil Perry, Todd Anderson e outros aprendem como não serem tão tímidos, seguir seus sonhos e aproveitar cada dia.

5. Frida

Ano: 2003

Censura: -

Frida Kahlo foi um dos principais nomes da história artística do México. Conceituada e aclamada como pintora, ele teve um agitado casamento aberto com Diego Riviera, seu companheiro também nas artes, e ainda um controverso caso com o político Leon Trostky, além de várias outras mulheres.

6. Batalha por Sevastopol

Ano: 2015

Censura: -

O filme conta a história da mítica Lyudmila Pavlichenko, uma franco-atiradora soviética durante a II Guerra Mundial, conhecida como "Lady Death", e a quem se atribui a morte de 309 soldados alemães. Sendo até hoje considerada a atiradora feminina mais bem sucedida na história, Lyudmila foi uma das pessoas responsávéis por mudar o rumo da história mundial.

7. Moonlight: sob a luz do luar

Ano: 2017

Censura: 16 anos

Black trilha uma jornada de autoconhecimento enquanto tenta escapar do caminho fácil da criminalidade e do mundo das drogas de Miami. Encontrando amor em locais surpreendentes, ele sonha com um futuro maravilhoso.

8. Deus é Brasileiro

Ano: 2003

Censura: -

Cansado de tantos erros cometidos pela humanidade, Deus (Antônio Fagundes) resolve tirar umas férias dela, decidindo ir descansar em alguma estrela distante. Para tanto precisa encontrar um substituto para ficar em seu lugar enquanto estiver fora. Deus resolve então procurá-lo no Brasil, país tão religioso que ainda não tem um santo seu reconhecido oficialmente. Seu guia em sua busca é Taoca (Wagner Moura), um esperto pescador que vê em seu encontro com Deus sua grande chance de se livrar dos problemas pessoais. Juntos eles rodarão o Brasil em busca do substituto ideal.

9. Olga

Ano: 2004

Censura: -

Berlim, início do século XX. Olga Benário é uma jovem judia alemã. Militante comunista, é perseguida pela polícia e foge para Moscou, onde recebe treinamento militar e é encarregada de acompanhar Luís Carlos Prestes de volta ao Brasil. Na viagem, enquanto planejam a Intentona Comunista contra o presidente Getúlio Vargas, os dois acabam apaixonando-se. Parceiros na vida e na política, Olga e Prestes terão de lutar pelo amor, pelo comunismo e, principalmente, pela sobrevivência.

10. Hoje Eu Quero Voltar Sozinho

Ano: 2004

Censura: 12 anos

Leonardo, um adolescente cego, tenta lidar com a mãe superprotetora ao mesmo tempo em que busca sua independência. Quando Gabriel chega na cidade, novos sentimentos começam a surgir em Leonardo, fazendo com que ele descubra mais sobre si mesmo e sua sexualidade. 

#dicas #id #império dolces #mari

[tessaxxscott]

What kind of tempo manipulation did you do with Mahler/MS? Did you match bpm to Mahler or to PCs bpm? Admittedly, I haven't watched MS (wonder why #bored) that much so don't know PC's cuts at all...

I used an excerpt of the first movement by Moura Lympany, and basically what I did was retimed the tempo down to the duration of Tessa & Scott’s Mahler program (so about 4:20). It was pure luck/coincidence that they were skating to the “beat” of the piece. And for the second and third movement I used recordings by Mikhail Pletnev, just because I prefer his interpretation over all the others I’ve heard. 

P/C only use the 1st and 3rd movement of Moonlight Sonata because they’re going for dark and edgy (big surprise), so it’s a different cut of music. I’m not a huge fan of their cut but whatever, it’s P/C, I’ve just accepted that whatever they do is perfect in the judges’ eyes *eyeroll emoji*

#mycornerofthecafe #asks

[852recordstores]

Originally released in 2001 to popular success, 'Classical Chillout' was as well-known for its iconic cover artwork as it was for its innovative selection of music. A skilful blend of traditional classical pieces - many known from film and television - programmed alongside genre-defying `modern classics' - from movie themes, club classics to modern minimalism (more recently defined as `neoclassical'). Fast-forward 18 years and Classical Chillout has been given a 2019 makeover - many of the great tracks you know and love from the original album alongside fresh new sounds in keeping with the original album concept. Available for the first time on vinyl, 'Classical Chillout' is back! Disc: 1  1. I giorni - Dalal  2. Requiem, Op. 48: VII. In Paradisum (Arr. Rutter) - English Chamber Orchestra  3. Facades - Christopher Warren-Green  4. Le reve d'une note - RIOPY  5. Spiegel im Spiegel (Excerpt) - Tasmin Little Disc: 2  1. Suite bergamasque, CD 82, L. 75: III. Clair de lune - Alexandre Tharaud  2. Le carnaval des animaux, R. 125: XIII. Le cygne (Transcr. Vidal for Cello and Orchestra) - Gautier Capucon  3. The Lark Ascending: Opening (Excerpt) - Sir Adrian Boult  4. Gabriel's Oboe (From "The Mission") - Renaud Capucon  5. Gianni Schicchi: "O mio babbino caro" (Lauretta) - Angela Gheorghiu  6. Main Theme (From "Schindler's List") - Tasmin Little Disc: 3  1. The Deer Hunter: No. 1, Cavatina - Thibaut Garcia  2. AMSOMB - Martin Kohlstedt, GewandhausChor  3. 6 Gnossiennes: No. 1, Lent - Anne Queffelec  4. dark tree - Carlos Cipa  5. Symphony No. 3, Op. 36, "Symphony of Sorrowful Songs": II. Lento e largo (Excerpt) - Ernest Bour Disc: 4  1. Barber's Adagio for Strings - William Orbit  2. Porcelain - Helen Jane Long  3. Lakme, Act 1: "Dome epais, le jasmin" (Lakme, Mallika) - Mady Mesple  4. Piano Sonata No. 14 in C-Sharp Minor, Op. 27 No. 2, "Moonlight": I. Adagio sostenuto (Excerpt) - Dame Moura Lympany  5. Nagoya Marimbas, for 2 Marimbas - Colin Currie Release Date: 5 July 2019

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Begitu

Ia ada, kemudian tiada.

Ia hadir, kemudian sirna.

Ia berlalu, kemudian menjadi bisu.

Aku dan kamu, kita hanya seperti itu.

Rasa ini, rasa itu, biarkan tetap begitu.

Tetap begitu.

Biar begitu.

Karena memang harus begitu.

p.s: better reading while listening Dame Moura Lympany - Moonlight Sonata -r.u