Wind howled outside the fragile whypweave walls of the small home. A gentle pale blue rainfire glowed in the lanterns hung around the house in various rooms.
There were two people in that home.
A Rainflower.
An Ember.
The rainflower girl was every bit as shy and watery as her mothfacyt was made out to be.
But the ember boy, he was nothing like the hotblooded fighters he should've taken after. He was timid. Shy. And nearly drowned by a rainflower hunter simply for the mothfacyt birthmark on his skin.
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Rainflower Amongst The Embers
FantasyYou are one of eight mothfacyts. Rainflower Ember Earthencity Galeite Pitchwyng Lightmoth Frostfur or, the dreaded eighth mothfacyt. Daemoth.
