Gift Art

Leaning over a stone fence in the city, Molniya sighed. It had been a long way of travel through Moonreach so far, and so far no signs of life, Xyn or otherwise. He had been out looking for another creature to document for his biology course- that, or someone to talk to. He was sort of hoping for someone to talk to. He probably wasn't going to get one. He'd studied the outer parts of the city plenty of times, looking at what blades of grass and mushrooms would poke up out of the cracks...

It's another snowy night in Valorise. Gentle snowflakes drift down from the heavens as the northern lights dance across the sky, shading the world in their green-blue hue. It's cold, but to the faefolk of the region, familiarly so. Bundled in fuzzy coats and mittens and the rest of their winter wear, crowds mill about the mountain city. One would have to be rather accustomed to the cold to consider today "nice for a walk"... but to be fair, one would have to be ...

It's another night in Selune Woods, and a pair of Moxyns cuddle up together by the warmth of the fire. Spools of fabric and thread litter the room, decorated by plushies and pillows hand-made by the inhabitants. Under a star-embroidered blanket, the two sit in gentle silence, working on their own masterpieces. "Moon, dear?" "Hm?" The purple Moxyn turned to face their partne...