ꀎꌗꍟꋪꈤꍏꎭꍟ // Steamplonk
ꈤꍏꎭꍟ // Kerra (aka starry eyes)
clickꁅꍟꎭꀸꍟꋪ // Male
ꅏꃅꍏ꓄ ꃅꍟ ꅏꀤꌗꃅꍟꌗ ꓄ꂦ ᖘꋪꂦ꓄ꍟꉓ꓄ // Kerra is the guardian, the protector, the custodian of the stars. He wardens the sky, and informs a higher force if he notices anything out of place. He is one of a few who know of his occupation, and his friends just think he's obsessed with the heavens above for no reason. They playfully tease him and call him "starry eyes," but Kerra doesn't mind, because he knows they will never understand his responsibilities. Every night, Kerra goes outside and carefully observes the skies with his bare eyes, and then with a telescope. This often leads to him having minimal to no sleep, and it's not uncommon for his behavior to become erratic. But no matter how much it takes away from his life, Kerra will always love the stars, and he will never abandon them.
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ꍟꊼ꓄ꋪꍏ // "205!!!"
The plumerian winced and lowered his head.
"WHY WOULD YOU ABANDON THE STARS!?!"
Shaking a little, Kerra shifted his gaze around the lofty hall.
"WELL?!?"
"Ssire, I, ah-"
The dark figure seated at the end of the hall shook its head disappointedly.
"Guardian 205, what am I going to do with you? First you tell someone about your position, and then you go off and don't observe the sky for an entire night?"
Kerra shuffled his feet. "Erm.."
Sighing, the creature raised its paw and pointed behind Kerra, to a large tapestry.
"You see that, 205?"
"Y-y,yes sire," he stuttered.
"That," it continued, "is what the universe depends on. Now, can we be safe knowing that a guardian wandered off and left it unattended?"
"No..." he still didn't make eye contact.
"Pardon, 205?"
"I said n-no, sire."
"Good. Now, you already know what must happen if this happens again?"
His head jerking up, Kerra began to protest, but gulped it down. "Ind-deed, sire."
"I don't want to have to do this to you, 205, but I must, for all our sakes. Now get out."
Kerra scrambled out, breathing a sigh of relief.
Glad I got that over with.[ 200 / 200 ]