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Final one for the art spam today - the first digital drawing I ever made on my brand new tablet:

A reference sheet for my feral boi, Aghul!

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Maria had grown accustomed to all types of noises emerging from her garden. Birds chirping within the branches of nearby trees, bees buzzing around her rose bushes, wind chimes tinkling in the breeze near her porch. All normal occurring noises that were welcome this type of year. Those were not the only noises she was accustomed to, of course. She also knew the tell-tale noise of visiting guests. 

More specifically, guests who were renowned for causing mischief in her garden when she wasn’t paying attention. 

So it was not surprising for her to find the source upon walking outside once more, with an empty basket in tow, and knowing exactly who it was bouncing between the damp bed sheets on the clothesline just from noise alone.

Maria could have alerted Aghul to her presence. Called his name, pulled back the sheets to reveal herself upon standing in front of the clothesline. But that was way too easy. No, this kind of entrance deserved an equal level of mischief. One she was more than happy to deliver.

Maria couldn’t stop the smile tugging at the corners of her lips upon hearing Aghul chitter and laugh, and it took her will not to laugh aloud when she spotted him darting about the billowing sheets. Yet she had to keep the element of surprise if this little plan was going to work. 

It wasn’t long before the au-ra darted by, and before Maria had a chance to pull the sheet back fully and reveal herself, Aghul pounced at the sheet instead, sending the pair tumbling into the grass with an excited squeal from him and a surprised shriek from her.

The collision itself wasn’t painful; her crouched position and the soft grass broke most of the fall. And it didn’t take long for Aghul to recognize her either when he immediately began nuzzling her face and greeting her by name.

“It’s good to see you too, Aghul!” she laughed in response, her hand reaching to tousle his hair once the pair came to a stop. “If I had know you’d stop by for a visit, I would’ve hung up more sheets for you to play in. It has been far too long, hasn’t it??”

With his tail wagging in excitement, making his entire body wiggle, Aghul leans into Maria’s hand and purrs. He missed his two-legger friend! But all is good and he still found his way to her territory and she still remembers him. And she even built him a fun playground! “A-rhuu wah, a-rhuu pah! Pah, pah!”, He chitters, trying to explain his excitement about the whole thing. “Ma-rii pah!”

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Maria had grown accustomed to all types of noises emerging from her garden. Birds chirping within the branches of nearby trees, bees buzzing around her rose bushes, wind chimes tinkling in the breeze near her porch. All normal occurring noises that were welcome this type of year. Those were not the only noises she was accustomed to, of course. She also knew the tell-tale noise of visiting guests. 

More specifically, guests who were renowned for causing mischief in her garden when she wasn’t paying attention. 

So it was not surprising for her to find the source upon walking outside once more, with an empty basket in tow, and knowing exactly who it was bouncing between the damp bed sheets on the clothesline just from noise alone.

Maria could have alerted Aghul to her presence. Called his name, pulled back the sheets to reveal herself upon standing in front of the clothesline. But that was way too easy. No, this kind of entrance deserved an equal level of mischief. One she was more than happy to deliver.

He picks up speed and jumps into the sheet that she’s hiding behind. It’s only mid-jump that the bedsheet finally moves enough to reveal her. Aghul’s squeal turns into a startled hiss, then an even louder squeal when he recognizes *who* he’s going to crash into.

The wet thud of something hitting the sill startled Maria out of cleaning up. Her gaze moved away from drying the small collection of dishes to the window close by. A fresh fish now sat on the sill, wet and lifeless, staring up at her with blank eyes…wait a second. A fish was not what she placed on the sill to cool a moment prior. What was in this spot was a pie fresh out of the oven. So where was the pie.

Her answer came in the form of a crouched blur darting across her periphery, moving quick through the yard and into the rosebushes. A familiar crouched blur, actually. One who also had a penchant for catching fish and bringing them to her as welcome gifts. Usually, when said gifts were used as distractions for greater mischief.

Part of me is like: Aww thats so cute!

Two flowery boys because I was in a flowery Aghul mood and then Cillien just kinda happened when I realized I’d only ever drawn him once before.

Aghul has learned not to eat butterflies by now (at least not before they attack him first).

Drunken Moogle Bar Night

It was an interesting night. XD Kikilu met Aghul, and learned a little about him (thanks to Bex’li), and Zezedoku took part, and won, the drinking contest, but it left him kinda druuunk, so he didn’t feel so good after several songs of dancing and retired to a guest room early(ish).

“Aghul…?” It was not the sight of her friend which causes the archer to pause her steps, but rather the predicament she saw her friend in. For a moment, she thought Aghul was climbing the frozen lamp post she passed by, which wouldn’t have surprised her given his playful nature. Yet it was only on closer inspection did she see that the au ra was not climbing the lamp post, but rather his tongue was stuck to the post, wagging his tail but not doing anything more.

“How did you…?” She shook her head before looking to him again, her tone one of assurance. “ It’s going to be okay…I don’t know how you got into this mess, but I’m going to try to free you, okay?”

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“Frii, frii-ih~! A-rhuu frii, ma-rii frii~!” It is indeed a happy song and Aghul eventually fogets to keep tapping the helmet at all. Instead, he’s leaning onto it with both front paws while shifting his (admittedly little) weight from one hind leg to the other and back again, tapping his feet instead.

Hearing Aghul sing along further encouraged Maria to maintain the beat on the metal plate, and more so when he took to tapping his feet on the ground instead of the helmet in his grasp. Yet that was okay; there was no mistake of the two having fun with this impromptu duet, humming and singing and tapping the armor.

“Look at you, making a dance to go with this song,” she giggles her delight, her hands still tapping on the plate. “To think that armor was only good for protecting people–I think we found a better use for it.” She shrugs before giving a conspiring grin. “I’m sure my brother won’t mind if we give his old armor a more important cause, no?”