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"I am the only one of my blood type. Spectral Bloods are extinct. On Alternia, I am likely more valuable dead than alive. Like..."

She had unlocked a door, and her face fell. It was a room of rare birds, all taxidermy.

She had never seen these birds before except in books. Stelle approached a graceful egret, her fingers brushing under its chin. "You... You poor creature..."

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The Lone Moon was lustrous in its ocean of sky. Stelle stood at a long pool of still water, gazing into the deep blue. Gilded fish swam about, some bobbing up at the surface.

The Pierrot Troll picked up an ivory dish, laden with pellets. She tossed pellets to the water, watching as the lazy fish sprang to life.

It was lonely here. Were there Dreamers out to see her?

"True, but insight is insight. Even to know just one good royal exists." Stelle listened, "Harmonus acts as not just a multiverse hub, but preserves parts of worlds long gone. To save and revive extinct blood types, morphs, and species is instrumental to learning and preventing another extinction. I am proof it is possible."

Stelle went to another room, opening the door. It was all ice. Everything was frozen. "Oh... This is different."

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The Lone Moon was lustrous in its ocean of sky. Stelle stood at a long pool of still water, gazing into the deep blue. Gilded fish swam about, some bobbing up at the surface.

The Pierrot Troll picked up an ivory dish, laden with pellets. She tossed pellets to the water, watching as the lazy fish sprang to life.

It was lonely here. Were there Dreamers out to see her?

Stained glass window Afghan with the border is now finished!

the current thing trad losers are losing their minds over is one singular dude on reddit that refurbished and hand painted a grandfather clock and they keep saying the guy “ruined its value” or “threw thousands out the window by vandalizing a precious heirloom” and let me just say as someone densely familiar with the world of antiques, there’s a 99% chance that this clock was a mass produced reproduction and there’s a 100% chance that clock is not as valuable as ppl think it is. when people hear the word ‘grandfather clock’ they’re always gonna assume you’re talking about something that was handmade in a woodshop by a jolly old man when rlly repros take up a waaay bigger slice of the market far more than any handcrafted items. and besides people will repaint or redecorate these ‘oh so sacred handcrafted items’ every day there’s a huge market for them. it’s the same reason why people like long furbies or dolls that have been customized to have like gore mouths or something. this is literally like watching a bunch of pretentious farts make a mountain out of a molehill. also the clock is kinda cool if I’m being honest

"Stelle... She was just a baby when she... Time operates differently there, I guess." Rennoh smiled, adding, "Is she well? How is Acer? I miss him too."

"I think we all miss Acer. He kept things in place." Palmia smirked, "Even an exiled Imperial Drone is still an Imperial Drone."

Rennoh paused to examine a growing lichen, smiling, "Oh that one will be ready soon... Oh, sorry."

"Don't be! You are why the others here can forage as well as they do!" Palmia paused, and growled. "We are being watched."

@pcrplevenom

Stelle had entrusted her friend to check on her brother, a Troll living on Harmonus.

Harmonus' main metropolis was a dizzying whirlwind of color and co-existence, fed by many worlds and universes with Trolls.

The train would take Soldan to a more rural place, and the manner of folks on the train went from enthusiastic tourists and locals on daily errands to farmers and sorts that seemed... ...Shady.

Subdued Subjuggalos, other Highbloods that seemed to be ready to hunt, exchanging money with a farmer to "Cull the Wilderwood."

"Of course." Stelle stayed by Edgar, waiting to be prompted or spoken to. She quietly observed the other humans, some of whom subtly stared back.

@itisweselton

It had been planned for when the Veil thinned. Stelle embraced Acer, bidding him goodbye.

She was off to Weselton, to finally meet others face to face. She had a suitcase of her things, and a costume for a masquerade ball that she was invited to on behalf of the Duke.

The other case had gifts for the Duke, to show her gratitude. Books of Harmonian tales, maps, gemstones...

She hoped to make a good impression as she went through the doors, to enter the waking world for the first time.

Oxford, England

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The 2nd full moon of August 2023 l Rami Ammoun

Stella gazed around, seeing what else could be noticed. She didn't touch anything. "Are you and Her Majesty close, Your Excellency? I ask to gain context."

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The Lone Moon was lustrous in its ocean of sky. Stelle stood at a long pool of still water, gazing into the deep blue. Gilded fish swam about, some bobbing up at the surface.

The Pierrot Troll picked up an ivory dish, laden with pellets. She tossed pellets to the water, watching as the lazy fish sprang to life.

It was lonely here. Were there Dreamers out to see her?