Kel-chan
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This is lilwerewolfgirl's Drawer, where she may keep items and document the progress of her kirin-spirit, Faith. ONLY her to post, unless she allows otherwise!
West of Sunrise
This morning you can carefully placed your parchment in the light of the sunrise, smiling to yourself as the glow rose about the symbol. But as you turned away, you stopped. Was the glow continuing to increase? Transfixed by the sight, you can only watch as the symbol grows brighter and brighter, until the strong blue ink almost seems to leave the paper and float up the sunbeams. As it reaches the window and is outlined by the sunlight, it suddenly flares into incandescense. You shield your eyes from the brightness; when your sight finally clears, you gasp. Balancing shakily on the windowsill is a small, kirin-like spirit creature, about the size of a lapdog. It turns its trusting eyes towards you, and you realise with a jolt that you have done it; through your care and attention the spirit has left its long years of imprisonment. The kirin-spirit blinks, and then jumps awkwardly of the windowsill to the floor.
"Faith?" She asks in her light, childlike voice. And you can say nothing, but beam and nod.
This is lilwerewolfgirl's Drawer, where she may keep items and document the progress of her kirin-spirit, Faith. ONLY her to post, unless she allows otherwise!
West of Sunrise
Events
This morning you can carefully placed your parchment in the light of the sunrise, smiling to yourself as the glow rose about the symbol. But as you turned away, you stopped. Was the glow continuing to increase? Transfixed by the sight, you can only watch as the symbol grows brighter and brighter, until the strong blue ink almost seems to leave the paper and float up the sunbeams. As it reaches the window and is outlined by the sunlight, it suddenly flares into incandescense. You shield your eyes from the brightness; when your sight finally clears, you gasp. Balancing shakily on the windowsill is a small, kirin-like spirit creature, about the size of a lapdog. It turns its trusting eyes towards you, and you realise with a jolt that you have done it; through your care and attention the spirit has left its long years of imprisonment. The kirin-spirit blinks, and then jumps awkwardly of the windowsill to the floor.
"Faith?" She asks in her light, childlike voice. And you can say nothing, but beam and nod.
