Friendship Ties - A Dragon Moon Short Story by CitizenIndigo, literature
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Friendship Ties - A Dragon Moon Short Story
Friendship Ties Sunlight quickly drained from the western sky, stealing the orange hues from the sea of grass and replacing them with muted gray. Except for where Ebrik tended the fire. Its glow became stronger as the day eased into a breezy twilight. “Better view than last night, eh?” The feline turned as his best friend Sadira padded up from behind, back from his trip to gather fuel. He carried a few tight bundles of cut grass under his arm, one of which he tossed onto the fire. Ebrik smiled as the sparks rose. “Sure is. It’s beautiful when it’s clear like this.” Sadira threw the rest of the fuel on the pile between their travel packs and sat, leaning back against one of the boulders littering the campsite. He was bare-chested, as was the usual style for males of their clan. Lean and tall, with fur the color of a hardened steel blade. “Come here and sit.” Satisfied with the fire for the moment, Ebrik did as his friend asked. He dropped to the grass next to his companion and
The Dragon Moon - Chapter 9 by CitizenIndigo, literature
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The Dragon Moon - Chapter 9
9 It was agony to walk away. Arveld knew he had to, but the urge to rush back was so strong. The primal force of it had him shaking; he had to hope Gerun didn’t notice. Just a few seconds, in the dim light of the storeroom, but it was enough to recognize that face. Sekeru. His father. The man had been right there, and Arveld wanted to press himself against his shirt, sobbing, and tell him how he missed him all these years. Thinking he was surely long dead, only preserved in a few precious memories. And yet . . . he’s alive. A servant, probably imprisoned and possibly abused, but alive. Somewhere between relief and sadness, the boy’s tears subsided. He didn’t say a word, walking ahead of Gerun the whole way back, the faint glow of her lamp still enough for him to find his way. It almost seemed to pass in no time before Enzerra Hall’s squat silhouette loomed in front of him. He numbly placed the silk pouch on a shelf in the supply room and brushed past the girl who came in behind
The Dragon Moon - Chapter 8 by CitizenIndigo, literature
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The Dragon Moon - Chapter 8
8 Gerun set aside her quill and stared at the letter on the desk. Her sister’s decoded message was now written on a scrap of paper and memorized—it went into the flame of a nearby candle and quickly crumbled to ashes. Ebrik had been right, after all. Selling draconium in every corner of the city. It seemed that the Red Cloaks had an agenda on the darker side of Kharsheen trading. The girl was hardly surprised but was at a loss for what to do. Sako had just told her to be careful and said she would send more information that they uncovered. It made a lot of sense, actually. Red Cloaks were respected, even revered, for their role as protectors of the city. Ever since Lleriel had been established almost five centuries earlier, the city had resisted all attempts at invasion, all the while thriving as a wealthy, independent trade hub. The mages were basically government and military rolled into one and did a damned good job. Who could blame them for feeling entitled to a little
The Dragon Moon - Chapter 7 by CitizenIndigo, literature
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The Dragon Moon - Chapter 7
7 “What’ya want?” “Just pour me a denner of your cheapest ale.” Ebrik left a few troven on the bar and carefully flicked his tail out of the way before sitting on one of the rough benches. He struggled to ignore the smell of the tavern, full of denizens of Crescenthook who exuded aromas of sweat and other worse fluids. The source was going to meet him here, and it was usually easiest for whoever he was meeting to just look for the large Ari’karan rather than arrange anything more elaborate. Ebrik took a swig of his ale—not the worst he’d had—and tugged off his hood to let his large coppery ears take in the room. At least focusing on the sounds made it easier to pass over the smells. He caught bits of gossip but nothing that interesting. Most of the patrons paid no attention to the feline. It was the best he could hope for, although a few eyed him warily. He bunched his whiskers and let a snarl creep onto his upper lip; it was an effective way to keep anyone from trying to sit
The Dragon Moon - Chapter 6 by CitizenIndigo, literature
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The Dragon Moon - Chapter 6
6 Sweat trickled uncomfortably down Arveld’s neck and sides. Even though he spent the vast majority of his time in human form, he always hated the sweating. Dragons’ bodies were much more dignified. But there was nothing he could do now but try to play it cool. You made it all the way here. Don’t let anyone get suspicious now. That damned mage had somehow reappeared only two days after he hoped he would never see her again. And she definitely recognized him; he knew it as soon as her eyes locked onto his. There was a slight catch in her posture, a rush of breath. Fleeting but noticeable. Only to him, he hoped. He should have been listening as two younger Red Cloaks walked the group of initiates through the castle grounds. They were saying something about a library. Arveld traced the outline of his talisman pendant under his shirt and prayed to Vakharu. His mind kept going back to that girl—Gerun was her name. She had not given him a glance since they left the waiting room. One of
The Dragon Moon - Chapter 5 by CitizenIndigo, literature
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The Dragon Moon - Chapter 5
5 “Your age, young lady?” “Seventeen.” Gerun looked with an impassive gaze at the small balding man who squinted at her application. Lord Helfing had written everything and attached his official seal to lend credibility to her story. Of course, it was mostly fake, proclaiming her to be an adopted relative from an obscure hamlet. Adding a year to her age was the least of the falsehoods. Still, seventeen was a slightly more acceptable number for an Academy student. “I see,” mumbled the secretary, leafing through the crisply inked papers. “Well, this seems to be in order. Please present your coins and be seated in the next room until you are called. Your sister can wait with you until then if she wants. Good luck.” She handed over her fee of several dentroven and took a seat in the impeccably decorated waiting room. Sako must have known better than to try and talk to her and busied herself inspecting the intricate designs on the carpet. Gerun tried to calm herself by going through
The Dragon Moon - Chapter 4 by CitizenIndigo, literature
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The Dragon Moon - Chapter 4
4 Moonlight poured into the secluded garden of Manor Helfing. Two girls sat on a bench, thinking about the small rooftop patio of the print shop where they had been just a few minutes before. Gerun could still see his face in her mind. She felt the fresh horror of what she witnessed. He was young, perhaps not much older than her. So much fear in those eyes. The whole thing still made no sense. Dragons. Right here in Kharshi. Impossible. Dragons were creatures of legend. If they even existed, it was only in the mountains far to the north. The tales said they possessed powerful magic and were vain, greedy things. She hadn’t believed in them, just a fabrication from the fantasy books that her sister found so riveting. Now, she had been face-to-face with one, and anything was possible. Sako pulled at her wrist. “Are you okay, sis?” Gerun stood abruptly. “C’mon, we have to go get some rest.” Her legs felt stiff, and she was mentally exhausted from the evening’s arduous spellcraft.
My favorite work that I've ever released by CitizenIndigo, literature
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My favorite work that I've ever released
All the way back in 2018, I shared a retrospective of my favorite creative works of that year, with a brief note about why I picked each one. I haven’t done anything like that since, but I think it would be fun to dig through my entire archives and highlight a few pieces that I think represent my best, or at least most interesting, work. It’s something a little different, and it might not only be fun for me but also for some of you—maybe there’s something in this list that you’ve never seen before! Even I have forgotten about some of the things I have shared over the years (I’ve been here since 2015 after all. Feels like a lifetime!). So, let’s get into it. My current tally stands at 213 deviations (including this one), but I think that includes journals and such (RIP journals). As best I can tell, there are about 170 “real” deviations in my actual gallery, so you can rest assured that I revisited every single one for this retrospective, no matter how cringe they were! For this