Prompt 2 - A Special Object - open for posting!

[Foxghost]

Evangeline

Evangeline's most prized possession is a small blue floppy stuffed unicorn named Happy. Eva has had Happy since she was a few months old, she fell in love instantly and had begged to take him home. Every night she would sleep with him tucked under her arm, under her head, or even on top of her face. He helped her get through the worst of night terrors, sickness, problems with school, even kept her company on those nights where she felt sad and alone. Although he wasn't alive, Happy felt like a real friend to her and that's all that truly mattered. One day she had lost him while out in the town and had spent days tracking him down, crying on the sidewalk in her paws feeling devastated. Another kal, Oracle, found him in a puddle outside of a shop Eva had just been in and immediately ran up, returning him to his rightful owner. This event had sparked a new friendship, and although Oracle didn't live in the area, they still kept in touch with each other through pen pals. She always thanks Happy for helping her find a new friend!
Happy is still in great condition despite the years and all the washings, thanks to the help of a kind stuffed animal "doctor" who offered to restore him every few years. He's soft and fluffy, just the way Eva loves him. She still takes him everywhere in her backpack, and doesn't care who stares and judges when she takes him out in public. If they have a problem they can take it up with this dynamic duo!

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[tremolite]

"Say, do you have any special things? Perhaps a piece of jewelry, family pendant, or a childhood toy? Do tell, I'm always ears for a good story."

Cassandra's gaze snapped from the trinkets and jewelry in front of her to the kalon, eyes lighting up at the question. Like a switch had been flipped, words began spilling out of her mouth immediately. "Oh, that's easy!" She leaned forwards, grasping the silver chain hanging against her neck, holding it up to the sun. A medium-sized crystal was inlaid in the metal, small flecks like stars glittering in the clear faces.

"Like your grandmother, my mother made jewelry. All were unique, made of crystal and precious metals. They're for storing your magic..." Her face softened, a sense of fondness in her gaze. "She was always the best at picking the perfect gems for different people." Cass cleared her throat, blinking her eyes hard to get rid of the tears that gathered. "Anyways... Mom gave me this the week after my tenth birthday, after I passed my first ever magic exam. It took her quite a while to find the perfect crystal. Selenite. It holds the power of the moon, you know?"

She smiled, waving her paw over the crystal. It began to glow, before small constellations appeared around the two, lines connecting the small stars. "I'm not entirely sure why, but it always seems like this necklace has always been able to hold more power than any other that I own. I'd like to think, however, that..." Cassandra looked up at Devin, tears in her eyes, a small smile on her face. "That it's my mom looking after me. That she's still with me after all these years, looking after me and keeping me out of trouble. That... it's not my magic, but hers."

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[**Snowwhisper**]

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Mira paused in her gazing at the question. Looking at Devin for a long moment, she gave a hum and opened her knapsack, and rustling around for a moment and pulling out a worn leather journal, one that definitely looked to have seen better days. "I have just the thing. Of course it's not at pretty as your jewelry, but it is just as special. At least to me and mine anyways."

A closer look at the journal, reveals the dark brown leather is embossed with symbols along border and flowers on the front. "Like I said it'd definitely not as pretty but it is something I hold dear. This here is my field journal. It's full of useful plants, maps, tips and tricks and not to mention stories for late night reading. It wasn't mine to begin with. No, I received it from my mentor, who received it from his mentor, who received it from their mentor. I'm not entirely sure how long this journal has been passed down but I do know that the notes and knowledge that has been passed down from those that had this before me are valuable have kept me alive too many times to count.

You see, from what my mentor said, when this journal started, it was empty. And generation after generation kept adding to it until I received it, and now it's my time to add my own knowledge in it before I too pass it on to my own apprentice, it's my connection to our past and our hopes for the future. Hopefully I'll be able to add some useful information for her. So far I have but I'd like to think I've still got a ways to go before I continue the tradition."

Mira paused before looking sheepish, realizing how she was rambling to Devin, "Sorry. Anyways, while not pretty, it is pretty useful and there's a lot of history and information in it and I don't go anywhere without it."

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[WiltedLovers]

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Looking down, Axxi grabs the old crown that he used to wear back when he was a prince before he ran away. "I do have this crown, it may look like I am showing off, but it has brought me where I am today. I look back on it sometime and wonder what my life would have been like if I didn't run away from being a prince." he said calmly and cooly. When he holds his crown he does think about his past and sometimes he wonders what would happen if he went back and if his family misses him. No. They don't, they probably haven't even sent anyone out to look, yet he still keeps it as a token of who he once was, while he still is a prince.

"But it is just an old crown there are probably more interesting items here other than this of course, but I like to look at it, even though it is rusting now. It hold so many memories that I just can not give it up." He paused through his sentence and smiled. The crown has rusted over time and looked as if it was starting to fall apart, but with a closer look you can see the marks on it from when he has been so frustrated he had scratched the crown, small dents to where he was so mad he had thrown it and it had hit his palaces floor with little to no effort at all. Soon remembering all the things he had done he let tears flow gently down his cheeks, he missed being a prince even though he had hated it. Yet, he made his decisions and was happy where he was now with his love, Jeza. "I am incred6sorry for tearing up, its it's just... I hold this crown so precious and all the memories came flooding back to me, like a tidalwave. " he whispered quietly, almost under his breath where you couldn't hear him at all. With a turn of his feet he was gone.

[FluffyBirdie]

Alania
Larger version if you click (if you for some reason want a 3000x4000 version lmao.)
I hope it's ok I overlooked the halo, I felt like it was quite cluttered already and decided to leave it out.

[fuiuki]

(Featuring Arrowana)

[Divantae]

Featuring Atticus

[apprentice_]

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sometimes an opportunity presents itself. say, you wander over to a
stranger and they happen to ask you literally any sort of personal question
and you, all too happy to talk about yourself, are absolutely enthused.

ali’s a good man. good, and, dare he admit it, obnoxious. too friendly, too
excited to ramble about anything and everything— especially something he
can humble brag about. and he’s just been asked if he owns any trinkets
special to him.

he reaches into his pocket and whips out a ball. or an eye. it’s. it’s
definitely an eye. he holds it out in front of him and takes a stance that is
far too proud while he waits to give any context at all. “it’s an eye,”
obviously, “just a glass one. dunno what a guy would be doing with an
actual eye in his pocket! or a fake one, for that matter, but it’s a good
story.”

as he takes a seat, he hands the item over. the color is a green unseen in
nature. it’s vibrant, and it’s unnerving.

“that belonged to the first guy who ever hired me— for a bounty hunt, i
mean. i’m a bounty hunter. you may have heard of me.” he almost winks.
catches himself and decides it best to not. “wild beasts, yunno? but don’t
tell anyone,” he lowers his voice, “i’ve never killed an animal in my life. i
just relocate them to somewhere less problematic, yea?”

doesn’t seem like he cares that much to keep the apparent secret, given
he told a stranger within seconds.

“well, anyway, the guy tried to skimp out of the reward, yadda yadda,
joke’s on him, i got his eye.”

he grins widely. he isn’t going to explain what bizarre transaction went
down that it ended that way.“it’s worth a lot, actually. but it’s mine,”
he takes it back and marvels at the thing, “because it isn’t just a story.

“it’s the catalyst to many.“

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[Foxglove.]

featuring Basil

[Stormowalf]

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To say the violin was important to Emmery was a gross under statement.
If she were asked to cut off her leg to save the violin from harm,
she would do it in a heartbeat.

The violin was a gift to her from her one and only mentor - Raven.
He was an exceptional bard, one of a kind. Even you might have even heard of him.
She could only hope to ever live up to his skill, his reputation.
But Raven was never simply her mentor, Emmery always saw the purple haired kalon
as more of a father, a parent that she'd always dreamed of having.

She knew that it wasn't proper to speak of her birth parents in such a...
disrespectful way but she had always known that she was destined for more
than to simply be wed to a well off suitor just so her family could earn some money...
No, most of her childhood she spent daydreaming of the countless adventures
she could go on the moment she was free from the family that
bound her to a life that she never wanted. Emmery had always seen herself as apart of
something bigger, like a hero of a story not yet written.

"And Raven was the one who had started me on my 'grand adventure'.
I would have never had become a proper bard without his help.
In truth, I wouldn't be who I am now without him." The corners of her mouth
dipped into a frown as her story trailed on,

"It was partially my fault really, that he had... y'know... I was there,
he was in my arms. I just wish I could have done something
to actually save him." Emmery smiled sorrowfully at her violin as she fondly
traced the shape of the scroll with her thumb. She swiftly placed the violin back
in its case as she stood up once more,
"All I can hope is that he's watching over me from somewhere,
proud of who I am now. The violin helps me keep his memory alive,
it's almost as if he's by my side when I play." Emmery's eyes clouded over as she gazed
up at the clear blue sky, an air of melancholy surrounding her.

If only you were here
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