´ darling child ´

[baev]

Username/ID: baev // 998911
Kalon Name: Helśkey
What kind of world does this Kalon hail from and how do they get home?

[baev]

To my dearest Helśkey,

Your mother and I have waited twenty-four years for this note to finally arrive. Ever since the last
quill tipped ink left my pen, I´ve awaited your harmonic voice. Patience has always been a trying
way of life. You wait and wait, yet no happenings unfold. That is why, as I assume the best, you a
re finally reading this note. As you can tell from the decades of unknowing, I stand before you as a
n old soul. Your mother, however, was the first to fall. A scrimmage with the longstanding rivals o
f ours left her defeated. As much as I bare sadness, I also am bringing a bit of joy. Having been the
only heir to the Tihakñash throne, your mother has left you with the role of heiress. It is hereby de
clared that you, Helśkey Neemth, are the queen of Tihakñash. Once you finish reading this scroll, a
messenger will come by to bring you and two parcels of your chose to our kingdom. Be prepared, f
or the role of a queen is not as glamorous as it pans out.

Future yours,

Your Father.

( 194 words )

[baev]

Lands of purple and cream banish the darkest of hearts from their clenches. Each Sikai tree could
never be possibly as beautiful as the last, yet there they stand. Each silvery wooden stem gleamin
g with a dozen stars as their flowy, pastel grooms fly about. Dozens of Tihakñashians swarm the sk
ies, drapped in silver bells and bright ruby paint. They speak with elegance and grace, something t
hat people from Earth very much lack. Standing out amongst the others, the Angelics of Tihakñash
sit upon pure-white Unikorns adorned with mounds of gold and bronze. Cyan pillars embrace the s
un´s orange hues as the royal family rises. Stables in the color of cherries and grapes guard the pa
lace, each one understanding the other´s gorgeous wicker lining. Each building´s craftsmanship se
ems to speak to me, as I drift past. A cluster of pea green hills as soft as marshmallows whisper so
ngs as our carrier scraps across. Baby Dolkorphins and Uars hug onto their mothers, praying that th
e upcoming Puche season spares them. And there, resting atop a snaggle brick wall, is the most go
rgeous Unikorn you´ll ever see. He´s called Mortenh, and if you are lucky enough to snag some of
his bejeweled mane, you can become the richest being alive.

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