Fyrij's Box
It all started one day, when a button popped off Drowned Dough's pirate coat while he enjoyed the sunset from the roof of him home. He bent to pick it up--but Fyrij, a fleet little caroling, snatched it up and flew away.
Drowned Dough was a bit annoyed, a bit amused, and sought the avian. He looked high, he looked low, but no Fyrij. He finally found him in the mist room, sitting on a sofa and sharing a fruity snack with the ancient ghost, Qira.
No button, though.
A bit more looking ensued. Fyrij again disappeared, and after half the evening passed, Vantra discovered him huddled near her pack, cheeping in a pitiful way. Big blobby tears filled his eyes as he stood in front of a small side pocket, wings out to protect it from the searchers.
Vantra reassured him, and looked inside. The button lay on top of a jumble of keepsakes.
Dough let him keep the button, since it meant that much to him.
The next day, Kjaelle gifted the caroling with a treasure chest in which he could keep his precious treasures. They decorated it, the efline wrote his name so no one would mistake the box for another, and they carefully settled each keepsake within. Then she added a spell so all he needed to do to open the lid was to press his nose against the metal clip keeping it closed.
Plenty of room remains for him to grow his collection.
All artwork by Shade Melodique
Fyrij's Curios
The Knobs
The Braid
When it snowed in the Snake's Den, it was a momentous, singular occassion for the desert. Rayva and Salan, the vulfs who accompanied the mini-Joyful, grew thick, long fur against the cold. Knowing Fyrij's pechant for grooming them and flying away with the shedded fur, Tagra collected them and braided them into a SOFT token for him.
The Float Piece
After the CHAOS of the terrible, snow-laden rock storm, the large glass float that unwittingly provided shelter to several caravans shed its hardened shell and retreated to its cave. Fyrij snagged a piece of the shell, cut himself on the sharp edge, and cried. Kenosera picked up both, cared for the caroling's cut before securing the pretty, transluscent keepsake in his chest.
Oh, I really really love this article and all the beautiful items.
Thank you! It was fun to write :)