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honoka-marierose · 7 months

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In 2010, Rayman was dead. After two popular minigame collections with his then-co-stars, the Rabbids, Rayman was usurped from his throne as Ubisoft’s mascot and relegated to cameo appearances in games like Academy of Champions: Soccer. Sam Fisher has suffered a similar fate recently.

Then, a miracle - Ubisoft released Rayman Origins, a gorgeous 2D platformer with excellent movement, incredible music, and enough charm to make you forget all about the limbless wonder getting kicked out of his own series. Not a Rabbid in sight.

Origins was an incredible new beginning for Rayman, but it was only the beginning. Two years later, Ubisoft Montpellier did it again with Rayman Legends. Not content to simply be an improvement on the first game, Legends was one of the best 2D platforming games of all time. It looked like things were only going to get better.

Unfortunately, despite massive critical success, Rayman faded into the background once more, with only a few minor mobile games since then. Now, his long decade of silence is finally over thanks to Ubisoft Milan who, ironically enough, have brought Rayman back in a game that stars the very creatures who originally kicked him out.

“I would say that I started thinking about the DLC as soon as I saw the work on Sparks of Hope going in the right direction,” Sparks of Hope’s creative director Davide Solani tells me. “I loved the idea of closing this fantastic journey of Sparks of Hope with Rayman, as Rabbids were originally introduced in a Rayman game. I felt it was the correct thing to do”.

Rayman in the Phantom Show marks Rayman’s first appearance in a game in some time, which gave Ubisoft Milan the opportunity to redesign the character for his reintroduction, which also marks the first time he’s been in 3D since his Super Smash Bros. Trophy model in 2014.

Solani tells me that extensive work went into designing Rayman’s new look for the game, with the idea being to aim for something “new, current, and fitting for our universe”. Specific effort went into Rayman’s facial expressions and the body and shoes, for which the team challenged themselves to “dare a little” by introducing pockets and a larger hood to give the limbless wonder more comfort and a sense of identity outside of adventuring.

Of course, one of the most important elements of Rayman’s design is his hair which, beyond the whole lack of limbs thing he’s got going on, is one of the key parts of the character’s identity. Rayman’s hair is used both to fly and to look fly, and it’s a core part of this look.

“[It’s] one of the most 'representative' parts of the character,” Solani says. “We wanted to avoid just an indistinct mass, but also not to go overboard with details. We therefore focused on creating this balance between volume and details. A fully animatable tuft that would help to underline the character's charisma and emotions.”

Rayman may have a new design this time around, but Sparks of Hope isn’t above referencing the hero’s past. The Phantom Show is stuffed with nods to Rayman’s history, including reworked versions of his combat fatigues from Hoodlum Havoc, a cutout of Globox and some plum juice from the same game, a cardboard recreation of the first level from the adventure that started it all, and even some shoutouts to the pirates from Rayman 2.

Another Easter Egg Solani points out is Rayman’s weapon in the game, which resembles the plunger gun that he used in Raving Rabbids. You’d think that Rayman would want to avoid memories of that particular encounter considering everything that happened after, but he’s rocking a brand-new one in the Phantom Show.

“I loved the idea of paying a tribute to the plunger, in a way,” Solani tells me. “With my team, we’ve imagined how a new plunger could look like years later, and how this new basic weapon could be transformed through the various costume transformations, and what special ability could result from each. It was a fun process for us.”

It’s not just Rayman himself who returns for the Phantom Show, as the DLC also sees the return of David Gasman, the voice of the limbless wonder for nearly all of the games in the series before Douglas Rand took over the role for Origins, Legends, and the mobile spin-offs.

“Like many players, for me, David Gasman is Rayman’s voice. Also, we did use David as Rabbid Mario in Sparks of Hope, and it was a tremendously fun experience working with him. The idea of having him going crazy to voice both Rayman and Rabbid Mario was too good to miss. “

One of the most interesting things about the DLC is that it’s not just a reunion between Rayman and the player, it’s a reunion between Rayman and the Rabbids as well. The limbless wonder hasn’t been on-screen with them properly since TV Party, with only a small cameo from the screaming nuisances in Rayman Adventures between then and now.

The DLC plays into this time gap, with Rayman holding a grudge against the Rabbids when he first runs into them. Solani says that this was one of the ideas that the team worked with and that they loved seeing Rayman and the Rabbids bickering, but that they start to work together across the expansion, as Rayman quickly gets over his grudges in the name of being a hero.

Rayman in the Phantom Show closes the door on Rayman’s past while being brutally honest about the hero’s long absence. It has fans wondering if the DLC opens another door for his future, one that many want Ubisoft Milan to be involved with.

“We don’t know yet what we’ll do in the future,” Solani says. “But I can assure you that working on Rayman was a true honour for all of us.”

#ubisoft #rayman #rabbids #mario + rabbids #mario + rabbids sparks of hope #rayman in the phantom show

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raylex · 1 year

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For the self ship ask thingy; I am super curious about your S/I's background, if you'd be willing to share! And how they met Ray, in extension.

NIGHTMARES!! hi! of course of course, I always love sharing this stuff and talking about it hehe :) I have a TON of stuff developed in my head... I've been wanting to turn some of it into maybe a comic or a fic or something, but haven't really had the time or motivation... maybe someday.

either way, as I talk alot, I predict this is gonna get long, so I'll put it under the cut! yes, I've talked about this before, but no harm in doing it again... I just really like talking lol

so, my self insert, lex, comes from a divine species called stargazers. stargazers are guardians of the universe; their job is to protect and watch over celestial bodies. to keep them out of harm's way, they've developed incredible powers. they're very powerful creatures that are capable of almost anything.

lex... is none of this. and I'm pretty sure that just one single look at him tells you this immediately 😅

he's a dorky little limbless being who can barely even throw a punch. powers? he's got none of those, except for maybe the power to be a cowardly wuss. he's, like, the polar opposite of a mary sue (or gary stu?).

of course, every piece of media needs the character that has the stereotypical amnesia backstory, and that's lex. he's got no idea where he came from, how he ended up in the glade, why he's here... and those are questions that drive him insane. he's got an identity crisis cranked up to 100. all he remembers is that one day he woke up in the glade. that's it. he doesn't know he's technically a supernatural demigod or whatever, and maybe that's for the better... he'd probably freak out if he found out.

due to having never had a need to use his abilities, he never really developed any. and so he considers himself a natural pacifist. he doesn't like fighting, but that may just be because he's too scared to do it... he believes that every conflict can be resolved by talking it out.

despite not knowing who he is or where he came from, he's always felt a deep connection to the stars, and spends most of his time stargazing and just staring up at the night sky while feeling bittersweet and somber.

enter admiral razorbeard, the captain of the robot pirates, who goes on to invade the glade and capture everyone in his way. lex barely has any friends at this point, so he doesn't know this guy is evil. how's he supposed to know? he doesn't pay him much mind, until one day, one of his ships blocks the way of lex's stargazing.

lex, naturally, gets a bit miffed. so he goes to have a word with him... and gets captured in the process. so now he's dealing with both an identity crisis and severe trust issues and paranoia about everyone wanting to cause him harm.

naturally, as we know, this leads to rayman saving the glade as he always does and freeing all of razorbeard's prisoners! and this includes lex.

lex is the final prisoner to be freed by rayman, and the two are immediately intrigued by each other - I don't wanna say it's love at first sight, but there's definitely a spark of something there. fascination? curiosity?

lex is very wary of rayman at first. he barely talks, avoids eye contact, and is just generally on high alert. the only people he's tried to interact with had him imprisoned, so he doesn't exactly trust other people just yet. rayman, of course, understands this. because he's a good guy. and he's more than willing to let lex take his time. but he's determined to make sure this fella feels at home.

have (a transparent version of) this art I did of their first meeting a while back :)

#thank you for the ask!!!#asks #silver-heller #💜☀️ray of sunshine☀️💜

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silverstarsheep · 2 years

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Glade Lifespans

A general headcanon post regarding some ideas for how long different creatures live for in the Glade.

No art this time, sorry!

in this post I cover: Knaarens, general fauna, Nymphs, Globoxes, Limbless, and Teensies.

Knaarens: 200-400 years

Due to their violent nature, they tend to live shorter, more bombastic lives.

Without Leptys in full power, their lives are much shorter than they would be otherwise.

As they are semi invincible, they don't have much to fear in life, but this does impact their overall lifespan. Some Knaarens choose to not be as invincible to live longer.

Many Knaarens do fear death, curse their short lives, and will seek ways to extend their lifespan. They believe that eating Teensies will increase their longevity (it does not).

If they were on better terms with the rest of the Glade, their lives could be extended with magic, much like many others. However, there have been a few alleged Knaaren that live peacefully outside of the desert, but there is no distinct proof of this…

General Glade Fauna: 500 years

This includes any low-magic creatures, such as humanoids, mosquitoes, fish, and other such creatures.

Some creatures, such as humanoids, can allegedly live longer, but very few have recorded enough lifespans to make this number consistent.

With help from magic, some of them may be able to live longer. This is often sought after, as many of the dominant species of the Glade live for so long.

Notable Cases: Barbara, 114

Fairies/Nymphs: 500-800 years

Fairies are an interesting case, as they are immensely magical, but tend to live shorter lives by Glade standards.

To make up for their shorter lives, some are capable of going through what is called a “metamorphosis,” much like that of an insect. When they metamorphosize they extend their lifespan, and regain their youth as young adults.

However, most fairies cap out at 3 metamorphoses, making their lifespans more similar to that of a Teensie’s. Betilla has been the only exception to this case.

Through metamorphosis, they are also able to power themselves up. Betilla the fairy used one metamorphosis to “master” limbless magic.

Notable cases: Ly, 156, has not gone through metamorphosis yet; Betilla, approximately 7,000, has gone through about 13 metamorphoses.

Globoxes: 700-1,000 years

As the Globox species are the direct creation of Polokus, and are his favorite children, they live longer than most low-magic creatures of the Glade.

Their longevity is not due to them being particularly adept with magic, however much like other creatures, they are able to prolong their lives with magic.

Due to their long lives, it takes a while for them to grow into fully-fledged adults.

Notable cases: Globox, 372; Uglette, 380

Limbless: 500-3,000 years

Due to the spontaneous nature of the Limbless, their life expectancy is equally as unpredictable. Their lives can be as short as a fairy’s, or as long as a Teensie’s, and there is no real way to determine it.

They don’t age in a similar fashion to any other creature in the Glade. It’s impossible to tell their age at a glance, especially those that came directly from the Heart of the World.

They can easily extend their lives by using Silver Lums, much like how they can increase their magical prowess.

However, their lives can be shortened significantly if something should happen to the Heart, and it isn’t repaired quickly.

Limbless also have a unique death; their spirit leaves their body to join the Land of the Livid Dead, and then their body turns into a handful of Lums. The color varies, and there has been no way to determine what type of Lums they will produce.

Notable cases: Rayman, 236; The Magician, 802; Proton the first Limbless, 5,382 while undead, passed away at 2,424

Teensies: 1,500-3,000 years

Teensies are the only creatures in the Glade known to live consistently long lives.

Their longevity is primarily based on their immense magical abilities. Otherwise, Teensies are remarkably healthy and in good spirits, helping extend their lives naturally.

Some say that Polokus felt pity on the Teensies after the Poet hid upon their birth, and so he extended their lives. He has neither confirmed nor denied this.

They are the only creatures in the Glade that can’t extend their lifespans, but with such long lives by default, very few of them feel the need to do so.

The phrase “in a Teensie’s age” is common around the Glade to signify a long period of time. Often used in exaggeration.

Notable cases: Current (third) Grand Minimus (one of them, anyway...), 1,400; Anket the first King, 6,067 while undead, passed away at 3,109

#Rayman

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benjaminthewolf · 2 years

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Globox Lol

Its high time I wrote another wholesome vore story. Globox is from Rayman.

**** All seemed quite normal in the fallen dead of night. The gentle illumination from the moon and stars provided what little guidance a weary traveler would receive through the thick underbrush of the forest. The nocturnal creatures native to the realm gingerly crawled forth from their dens in order to begin the hunt. And perhaps most strikingly, the famed and revered limbless hero known as Rayman lay comfortably against an innocuous nook of rock laden with a fine layer of moist, cushiony moss.

Yes, it was quite a picturesque landscape indeed, and to all appearances, completely normal.

****

That was, if and only if you managed to ignore Globox. You see, Globox wasn’t exactly one that the average Joe walking along the street would consider “normal”. Stumbling around with a bit of a swaying motion in his step, the unconsciously mumbling frog-creature blindly continued to sleep-walk through the forest’s unkempt undergrowth, urged on only by instincts, and the irrational desire to follow verbatim whatever his current dream told him to do. Arms outstretched in front of him like Frankenstein upon his first lumber through town, Globox’s long, purple frog-like tongue helplessly flailed and flapped around in his mouth, doing its very best to coordinate with the subconscious mind so Globox may articulate to any outside listener what exactly was going on within the contents of his dreaming conscience. Especially now, as said conscience had, for reasons unattainable, ordered him to halt where he stood, for something of great note was now before him in the duff.

It took quite a few tries on the part of the dimwitted amphibian, but after a few minutes and several bouts of sputtering saliva, he eventually managed to force the expression from his unruly maw and out into the free world. And that expression came in the form of two words. One noun, and one onomatopoeia.

“Mmmmm. Food.”

Completely unbeknownst to the slumbering superstar, Globox’s subconscious recognized the tactile sense of a living creature’s warm, squishy flesh only as the equivalent to a steaming fresh, hot roasted chicken dinner. Naturally, the noticeably famished frog took no time nor intellect beyond the initial bodily stroke to examine further his initial assumption, and as such, managed to coerce the wavering tongue to behave according to the subconscious’s will, so the end goal between the two of them could eventually be attained.

They managed to recruit the arms as well, reasoning that if dexterity was null, the goal was nigh impossible. As such, Rayman’s comparatively tiny, limbless form was ever so gently elevated from the fine layer of vegetation and shed leaves that had coated the forest floor and was responsible for lulling him to a state of unrestricted natural bliss, Globox slowly repositioned the helpless heroic within his only semi-fumbling syndactyly hands as the eagerly awaiting maw slowly unveiled before his current feeble being.

Globox gently placed his exquisitely delicate delicacy upon his rapidly unraveling frog tongue, a muscle with a surprising level of comparative strength, considering its rather lofty job. The light, smooth smothering that resulted from the first bodily caress was enough to force up yet another “Mmmm.” from the preemptively loosening throat of Globox.

At last, with nothing else left to do, Globox began to retract his tongue, gingerly balancing the still-slumbering Rayman upon it, as the prolonged, patterned breathing characteristic of deep sleep brushed draft upon draft of warm, soothing air onto the ever-unaware limbless man.

The gaping caverns within, sealed promptly by the leisurely steady collapsing of jaws, proved quite hospitable to Rayman’s unknowing body. It had no idea why the rocky nook around him had suddenly become quite plush and squishy, but that didn’t matter. With the center of reason currently shut-down, nothing at all mattered aside from survival. So if his conditions were improving, who cared what was actually happening? Certainly not Rayman’s subconscious, and thus, the subconscious the body followed. Leaning slightly up against Globox’s cheek pouch, a miniscule sigh was released as a shallow pool of saliva accumulated within the cheek, some dripping from the ridged heights above, and some streaming in from tiny tributaries on the other end of the maw, all coming together to allow a natural spring to form around the dozing, dauntless dreamer.

Globox’s subconscious took a sweet plethora of seconds to admire the delectable flavor of the one sealed within. Steadily as was possible, the subconscious guided the tongue across their delectable meal’s form, sensually swishing the complete course around in an almost rocking-esque pattern, so that the hot spring’s waves could bubble and waver beneath Rayman’s drowsy form, further lowering the man’s need for alarm, and lulling him into a sense of security that one would typically experience amongst the reeds of childhood.

At last, once Globox was satisfied examining Rayman’s palate, the swishing of the tongue would consequently lead Rayman to the back of his frog friend’s throat, bumping against the dazily dangling form of the uvula as it went.

Still, Rayman thought nothing of it, for he still had no reason to. However, this state was sadly not destined to last, as the sudden spacial repositioning of the slide into Globox’s sealed gullet would prove to be well enough to finally force Rayman’s subconscious from the control seat, his eyes fluttering open slightly as he found himself shakily squeezed within the area’s secure, special confines.

It took quite a while for the conscious to regain control. Lacking natural light, as this was indeed the night, Rayman soon realized he had no means of flight. Yet why would he need to? Such was the strange debacle between the calm and the panicked side of Rayman’s brain. Neither side was exactly working off logic, and yet neither side was completely illogical either. It was quite the unusual conundrum, but certainly not one suited for the stiffened form of the limbless man, be it his conscious or subconscious.

On one hand, it was completely natural to react with fear and confusion upon finding yourself in a different place than the one you last saw yourself in. On the other hand, if the situation was of no harm to him, and in fact rather soothing and pleasurable, why the need to freak out? Wouldn’t it only make the situation worse?

In the end, the prefrontal cortex, the still-waking logical center of Rayman’s brain, decided that the later option was the most rational, as the former relied on instinct, and instinct was refined in order to keep oneself alive, not to make logical decisions about its waking wellbeing. And not a minute too soon.

The near-instant the decision was made, Globox’s body was finally finished mulling over the swallow and at last squelched Rayman forwards, deeper down into his body, with a great, echoing gulp.

Now that his mind was settled, Rayman had no more qualms nor statements to make. All that was left for him to do was merely sit back and enjoy the ride. The slick, smoothened muscles around Globox’s throat acted almost as a natural massage as Rayman let out one last depthened sigh before closing his eyes once more. If he was lucky, he may be able to fall back asleep.

Globox on the outside merely continued his subconscious murmuring as his rather pleased being gleamed in delight from the great, glamorous meal it had just swallowed. Pretty soon, said meal would be taking up residence in his guts. And at that point, finally, Globox would be once again whole; through the status of full.

As was his consciousness in the waking world, so too was Globox’s heartbeat and previously mentioned breathing slow and slacking in the dreaming world; as was natural for anybody within such a state of deep sleep.

As a result, Rayman’s body began to unknowingly model upon Globox’s, leaving his plunge back into the realm of R.E.M. rather inevitable. For the time being though, he was thankfully able to experience the fruits of his patience. After a steady squeezing and sluggish squelch, Rayman had finally made it to the end of the sleek slide that was the esophagus. The sphincter below, more than ready to allow Rayman entrance to the spacious chamber within, gave one last shove before he took the plunge.

Globbox on the outside was able to feel the landing full cloth, a sensation sending spectacular sensations shimmering up his spine; while Rayman within was quite simply sublime.

The gentle shifting of the walls soothed Rayman deeply, resulting in him sinking further in sleepily. He nestled up against the soft, goopy walls, and finally decided it was worth it after all. The intimate white noise and churning of guest. It was all Rayman needed to finish off his rest.

Finally, slipping back into sleep, Rayman gave a soft smile. This kind of situation, while utterly wild, was admittedly quite enjoyable in the end. Purple walls descending upon his tiny form, Rayman fell into deep sleep, not to wake till the ‘morn.

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woodsofblight · 4 years

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How about RayLy? It's a classic~.

((excellent choice!))

The sounds of merriment, laughter and music echoed all across the pond surrounding the Fairy Council. The structure itself was no less festive than the people frolicking around it, bathing in multitudes of lights, Lums and lamps alike. Cheer was not unfamiliar around these hallowed grounds, but some nights allowed for more than others.

This eve was one of those. Fairies, Teensies, Glutes and all other manner of creatures gathered around, old friends, families and acquaintances greeting each other. All of them anxious for night to fall and the moons to appear. A simple, recurring, yet no less welcomed celebration, granting some respite to a world often thrown off-balance.

This same respite carried over to the pair sitting on one of the small islands surrounding the Council. They sat by the edge and gazed up at the Moons as they continued their eternal journey towards each other. The celebration followed along with their journey, although the gradual increase in volume hardly fazed either of its spectators. Even the tray of snacks behind them had barely been touched.

“Are you sure Globox will be alright?” Ly asked, glancing at her partner in stargazing. “He was looking at those plum jugs in a pretty suspicious way.”

“I don’t think we’ll need to worry about him.” Rayman said, smiling. “Last I saw he was busy asking Uglette up for a dance, so they’re probably too busy tearing up the place.”

Ly chuckled, remembering the few occasions she’d seen them dance. While the two were mostly known for their jolly waddling through life, dancing was a different matter entirely. All of a sudden, no fundamental force, gravity or any such trifling matter would stop them from having a fun time, always drawing confusion from those who didn’t know them very well and loud cheering from everyone else.

Once her laughter abated, she spoke up again, “Thanks for joining me out here.”

“Don’t mention it. It’s getting a bit too cramped in there anyway.” he shrugged.

She smiled, knowing that was just an excuse, at best. The limbless had always been a fairly social figure, easily winning the favor of any crowd within minutes. And that was without counting for the fact that virtually everyone around the Glade knew his name. Those from outside the Glade may not have always known his name, but were aware of his deeds at least.

“You’ve got that look on your face again.”

She flinched, the twitch of her ears making it impossible to hide that she had briefly zoned out. Naturally, she would try to do so anyway.

“What look?” she asked.

“You know the one.” he said, grinning.

“Don’t be coy with me, Rayman.” she raised a brow, trying very hard not to smile.

“Alright.” he said. “You see, I’m very good at observing. And so, there’s a couple of basic ‘Ly-expressions’ I’ve learned over the years.”

Even before he finished the sentence, the fairy was contemplating on whether to hear him out, or deliver a preemptive slap. The fact that she hadn’t already was his signal to continue.

“There’s the ‘Stop bothering me, I’m studying’ face-” he leaned into his palms a bit, pretending his fingers were lines upon lines in a particularly elaborate book. “-which is usually pretty hard to observe.”

With still no immediate retaliation in sight, he quickly continued.

“-the ‘You have one minute to ask me to dance, otherwise I’ll drag you off myself’-”

He proceeded to present a grin with positively feline mischievousness, complete with him portraying her ears with his hands. It was an expression she’d only shown once and had been relentlessly teased about ever since.

“You never complained.” she said under her breath, just about ready to give up on hiding her smile.

“And the 'I’ve got too much on my mind, but I don’t want to burden you with any of it’.” he looked away towards the Moons with an exaggerated, forlorn look.

A bit of red rose into her cheeks over how embarrassingly close he was, even for such a lighthearted rib.

“And which look did I have just now?” she asked, raising a brow.

“Well, you haven’t got a book with you.” he mused. “And we’re not dancing, so that leaves only one option.”

She groaned and poked him in the side. “You’re far too cheeky for your own good.”

“Guilty as charged.” the limbless chuckled. Nevertheless, he scooted a little closer, dropping the coy grin for just a friendly smile. “So, what’s eating you?”

“I was talking with Betilla, before everyone arrived.” she said. There really was really no point to try and pretend like he was wrong. “She said Edith wants to take me under her wings, for a while.”

“Isn’t that great though?” he asked. “You won’t find better teachers anywhere. It’s what you always wanted.”

“I know. But this wouldn’t be a brief visit.” she sighed. “I’d have to be her live-in student. Apprentice even, I’m not sure. But I’d be gone for a few years, possibly even more.”

Rayman tilted his head. “That’s what you’re worried about? That we’d forget you, or something?”

“I would certainly hope not!” she protested in mock-offense. “But still, we’re talking years here, Rayman. I like it here, I like being in the Glade, with everyone.”

“Are you scared of leaving?”

“I’m scared of not coming back.” she said. “Whether it’s for a good or bad reason.”

“There’s nothing bad enough that we wouldn’t welcome you back. You know that.”

She looked at him with a faint, sad smile, and he knew not to press any further. There were things the fairy always found difficult to discuss, even at the best of times. Things she had seen, done or could not do. Rayman knew the faint memory of fire and metal in her eyes well.

He didn’t like avoiding it, his nature rebelled against allowing his friend to suffer for something he believed had little to do with her. But it was a discussion for another time, another day. It was unseemly to drag a dark cloud into pleasant occasion.

“Must you go then?” he asked, redirecting the conversation.

“The nymphs put a lot of work into teaching me. It would be disrespectful of me to back out now.”

“That’s not an answer.” he scowled slightly.

“But it’s the truth.” she sighed. “And it’s something I worked my whole life for. I’m just… not keen on spending too much time away…”

There was something left hanging from her words, but there was little need to say it out loud.

“And I’d prefer if you didn’t see a wrinkly old fairy, the next time we meet.” she tried to joke, just as he always would. It only helped her remember how difficult it must be for him to keep it up.

“I think Betilla would take offense to that.” Rayman played along all the same, cracking a smile. “And who knows, maybe I’ll also be tall and-”

The fairy couldn’t hold back an amused snort. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” she apologized, the incredulous look on his face making it very difficult for her to be sincere. “It’s just really hard to imagine you getting taller.”

“Just you wait.” he scoffed. “You’ll need a chair just to look me in the eyes!”

They both ended up laughing, sharing increasingly more absurd height levels he would undoubtedly reach. It was a pleasant distraction from any heavier thoughts. By the time they ran out of ideas, the Moons were just about the cross into each other. The festivities had died down somewhat, as many have chosen to sit by and await the celestial event in awe, or just to relax after partaking in the Council’s hospitality.

“I’m not going anywhere, Ly.” Rayman spoke up again after some time, still smiling. “At least, not anywhere you can’t find me. Even if it’ll take a little longer for us to see each other.”

Ly giggled briefly and pulled him closer, running her fingers through his rowdy tufts of hair.

“How do you do it? How do you never worry about anything?”

“Of course I worry.” he snuggled up to her now, resting his head against her arm. “It’s why I asked in the first place.”

Ly smiled and continued to ruffle his hair, lacing the soft touch with an affectionate appreciation for his concern. When she looked in his eyes, it was like gazing into a clear pond. He had always been like this, for as long as she could remember.

A trusted friend through everything and a piercing light to cut through any nightmare, whether they rampaged on the surface, or in one’s mind. Often brash, sometimes downright infuriating in his free-spirited disregard for consequences, always more keen to follow whatever duties he chose to hold close to his heart, rather than anything on paper.

It was a trait that has not changed in years and showed no sign that it would. Perhaps one that she could also embrace, in time.

As the Moons finally joined in the night sky, so did their hands clasp together under their light. Celestial and mortal, all so alike. Sometimes together and sometimes apart, but always compelled to meet again by the guidance of the stars.

#rayman #ly #my stuff #valentine request #a classic for a good reason!#Anonymous

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