Forged in pain.

The Caretaker tilts their head to the side. 

it is truly an odd occurrence when an elemental spirit comes to visit them. 

Normally, it is mortals that come seeking Bard’s wisdom, which makes the Celestial laugh at the thought, or Bard seeking mortal company, as they are often fond of mortals and their brief, tumultuous, but wonderful lives. 

Ah, no matter. 

They reach forward and with cosmic light falling from their hands, the brunt human shell of the elemental mends with surprising quickness. Furthermore, the light from the Celestial grants the shell a bit more clarity, so as to keep its essense from spilling onto other things. They frown slightly at the small patches of flame and with another whip their hand, a sudden breeze puts out the flame. 

Bard is rather partial to this glade and would prefer it to not burn down because of a careless flame. 

This was not the first time, nor would it be the last. 

While melodic, there began to be a menacing undertone in Bard’s words as they replied, “Bard has learned that it is most unwise to appeal for aid with one hand, while threatening harm with the other.”

He did not like how the masked creature dared giving him advices on how to take care of his own human body. This shell was young and had been through very little compared to his precedent ones. He had maintained it as strong and liveable as he could… But the magic from the Desert, it had affected it. Bruised it. Poisoned it.

Though his mouth was still huffing with anger, ashes and embers flying with his every words, his tone had calmed down significantly. “I went to a place I have been to before. But the magic they used to hurt me so many centuries ago was still here. Lingering - waiting for me.” He clenched his teeth, turning back and walking back and forth in a circle, still visibly angry. 

The Caretaker tilts their head to the side. 

it is truly an odd occurrence when an elemental spirit comes to visit them. 

Normally, it is mortals that come seeking Bard’s wisdom, which makes the Celestial laugh at the thought, or Bard seeking mortal company, as they are often fond of mortals and their brief, tumultuous, but wonderful lives. 

Ah, no matter. 

They reach forward and with cosmic light falling from their hands, the brunt human shell of the elemental mends with surprising quickness. Furthermore, the light from the Celestial grants the shell a bit more clarity, so as to keep its essense from spilling onto other things. They frown slightly at the small patches of flame and with another whip their hand, a sudden breeze puts out the flame. 

Bard is rather partial to this glade and would prefer it to not burn down because of a careless flame. 

Most elementals were wild and primal. Without reason, but all rhyme and instinct. 

Brand was an interesting sight, to be sure. He held the capacity for thought, intellect, and memory. 

The elemental then had the Caretaker’s undivided attention when he spoke his request. 

Bard stroked their beard in thought.

“A most interesting request by the Flame,” they said thoughtfully. 

He was not going to beg. But he was also too weak to get angry. He could still feel the pain… somewhere, somehow, tingling inside him, reminding him of the spells embedded into his guts. He should not have visited the Desert again. He knew how going back there would likely result in the death of his human body… And he went anyway. Idiot. Idiot. Idiot.

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♪: What factors and events shaped how your muse views sex and sexual matters? Were they influenced by other people or did their own experiences shape their view of it?

❤: Do they have any insecurities about sex?

❣: How comfortable are they talking about sexual matters? Do they have any problems discussing sexual things in front of strangers or acquaintances?

❥: Do they brag about their sexual prowess or the amount of sex they have? Why or why not?

✯: Do they talk to their partner during sex? Do they talk dirty? Do they whisper sweet nothings?