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Hi everyone :)

This is a remake of a TS3 Pot à Feu I made. This version is much more detailed (so it has more polygons). You will certainly recognize gargoyles from TS4 Vampires Pack I used for this sculpture.

Happy Simming ! Jim Polygon Counts: Object : High/Medium/Low

Fleoganan; in human form. Hara asked for a dragon princess, he got one.

Tale 5: Hara Fystan and the Dragon Princess (chapter 5. Going Along 5/5 ) part 2. Stories of Fey

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The next week, Fleoganan followed Hara around campus. To do this, she preferred to prance around him in her human form. Fleog was spitting out facts about herself, Cynedom Dragons, and her parents, at an astounding rate. Anything to get Hara’s attention, and help out her family. When she wasn’t doing that, Fleog was sleeping as a dragon in such places as:  Hara’s classes during lectures, his office while he worked, and his bed when he slept. If this wasn’t awkward enough, Fleog wanted something in exchange for helping Hara’s research; Hara had to tell Fleog something about himself, and modern humanity. She knew nothing about the Day Veil, and was curious about everything. This resulted in them having personal conversations that were more akin to dating, then professional interviews. To on lookers, it seemed like Hara had a familiar or stalker. The students began gossiping and debating whether or not Hara’s research was infatuated with him. Dominque, having had her reputation destroyed by loving Woodwick, was troubled by the possible tragic outcomes of Hara and Fleog’s interactions.

Hara, was starting to get annoyed; Not just by people spreading misinformation that could get him fired, and nullify his research, but also the fact that Fleoganan gave him no time to himself to work on said research. Hara was trying to build a case toward fey conservation, and build a reputation in his field; Not marry a princess. The thought of possibly being interested in Fleoganan permeated his very being, when he recounted how many people he knew that had requited the love of a fey; As if he was scared it was contagious. Hara would have to confront Fleoganan to sort it out. With ‘feeling words’ and ‘I’ statements. Hara brought Fleog into his office during lunch, to express his opinions.

“Fleoganan, you can’t just follow me everywhere; I’m a teacher and researcher. I am also only human, and require personal space and privacy multiple times a day for more then five minutes. Though I appreciate your intel, I think it may be better done in interviews during my designated study hours.” Hara explained.

“But what will I do without you? I have no little siblings in this forest that need me, and I get so board. Besides, you’re so interesting to talk too! Such a talented mage; and a handsome, intelligent, sweet person. Who better to tell me about Day Veil things! I feel you’d be a good person to make a meaningful relationship with.” Fleoganan contested. Then she realized that her words could be taken a plethora of different ways, and she didn’t even know which one she meant. Fleog paused to wonder if her human half fancied Hara, after saying it all out loud. The thought of falling in love organically, and becoming a crown royal fey, was both appealing and unsettling to her. Fleog began to glaze over and stare into middle distance, as the verity of outcomes escalated in her mind. Among them was the death of her parents, and other humans persecuting Hara; and it would be her fault. Hara snapped his fingers near her face to draw her attention back.

“You want to date me? This was supposed to be professional. Your parents didn’t ask you to come here to find True Loves Spell. I have more pressing priorities. People already assume I have a thing for fey. You know; outside of academics. It’s not your fault directly, it’s a common bias towards Seers who specialize in fey. Seers tend to be passionate weirdos. So, the claim technically has merit.” Hara explained. “It also doesn’t help that mage have a higher chance of requiting fey that are infatuated with them, compared to wizards and common folk.”

“Why is that a bad thing? Humans being friends or having compassionate feelings with fey I mean. Do you hate having me around? Are fey seen as disgusting, ugly, or lesser because we’re made of magic? Do the opinions of your peers really mean more to you then the fey your helping? Besides, my siblings say fey get infatuated all the time with humans, and vice versa; It just looks a little different. What if I’m drawn to get to know you better as a person? What if it turns out I like that I like you as a person; Regular like or love like.”

“I see…wait what? As a person? Fey don’t fall in love by dating like humans, they get immediately obsessed. Similarly, royal fey are half-human and half-magic; and magic mean infatuation.” Hara grumbled, getting agitated. Fleog was just sitting there unmoved. Hara sounded like he was looking for excuses. Fleoganan remained determined to explore the human side her mother gave her.

“I’m part human; just like you said. What if Royal fey can have their human parts fall in love just like the Queens? Or what if we even feel and behave more like humans then other fey. Maybe we can use this as a dual opportunity to find out?” Fleoganan continued to coax. Hara stopped for a minute. That actually sounded like a meaningful addition to his presentation.

Hara’s Grandfather already had outstanding research, in favour of some fey that are raised around humans and by humans, turning into perfectly assimilated individuals. Particularly fairies. Grandpa’s unpublished notes on Woodwick, which Hara had confiscated from Morgan, outlined Woodwick’s story as a first citation. If royal fey were part human, they would have an even greater chance of adopting human traits. And no one had even observed it because royal fey are so rare. Hara’s passion for discovery was now itching with questions and wonder. He began to day dream about planning a methodology for this part of his report. What better way to bring value to his grandfather’s legacy to protect fey, then humanizing them? What is more human then the capacity for love?

“Alright, I will date you to see how human you are, and make real friendships with all the other royal fey. It will be completely academic, of course. It’s not like I am not… not interest I suppose.” Hara said. Reflecting on the fact he had become attached and dependant on Fleoganan’s company; She was profoundly adorable at times.

“Splendid! Nothing warms and sways the hearts of the kingdom of men, like unhealthy amounts empathy. Like vegans! We could convince a whole host of people to be compassionate towards magic, if they see it in a sympathetic and relatable way. Everyone will win! Me, Woodwick, Grandpa, you, the fey, and human society.”  Hara exclaimed excitedly. “You are also good at cheering me, and extremely pretty. Just don’t interfere too much during class.” Hara finished. Fleoganan was filled with motivation and a sense of victory. Just as Woodwick, it would seem Fleog had a fascination and desire to understand humans, and live among them as an equal. She may be a Dragon King some day, and need to know about both Veils. Fleog wanted to be more then a dragon princess now; she wanted to explore the Day Veil with Hara. Emphasis on ‘with Hara’. If Hara was a part of Day Veil, she never wanted to leave.

Hara spent many hours writing, and only let a select few people, including Morgan and Dominique, help with his research. Hara requested not to mention he was actually dating Fleog for ‘data collection’. Though Hara realized he would more frequently forget about his academic intentions in the evening, while Fleog lay like a radiant maiden beside him. Cuddling his warm plaid pajamas in a state of bliss. Fey are so easily pleased; lacking any moral code, sense of time, and feeling no hatred or bias. It makes them oblivious to blemishes and simple minded. Which makes it even more remarkable Woodwick didn’t show these qualities up front. Hara admired that about fey. Their timeless wonder and neutral mindfulness. Something humans will never truly possess. Being surrounded by fey his whole life, Hara was very comfortable having a dragon loaf on him; fey felt like friends and family. All of the fey were beautiful to Hara, just as any other seer. If he could make others feel that too, maybe they would see the value to protecting it.

 Once Hara’s resistance and walls went down, he admitted Fleog was bringing him joy each day. Hara was unsure if he had a soft spot for dragons, or it was because he spent so much time with her. Either way, Fleoganan was now one of Hara’s favourite fey. She kept inspiring him, as his grandfather did.

Becoming head of fey studies at the academy, in his grandfather’s position, was turning out to be even better then Hara had imagined. Hara was enjoying the company of all the fey on Tiberius gate; including the ones he assumed he would never get to see in person. The fey all liked Hara back ofor the tender care he provided, just like Morgan and the other mages he taught. Hara found he loved instructing and the community of Pepperidge more then he expected. Years of study was paying off more then just his student loans. It all felt surreal. In fact, it reminded Hara of his grandfather. What Hara recorded for his research, made him see why grandpa Firepot was so invested and loving towards the fairies in his collection; They were like children. They had a humanness to them. They had dreams, personalities, emotions and were able to learn; Fey could feel unconditional love in their own way. Something that could never be captured on paper.

Hara’s first publication, at a bi-annual conference, was compelling to his academic peers. They thirsted to hear more about royal fey. Few people had ever had the opportunity to get to know one. At the conference, Hara released his grandfather’s notes on Woodwick. Nymphs were an easy flagship fey, because they had the most peaceful reputation, and nymphs even looked the most human. Grandpa Firepot’s findings were a sugary base study, that deserved to be shared and would support his presentation. Woodwick’s childhood demonstrated that humans could live peacefully with fey; if they treated fey less like animals and more like sentient magic; That is worthy of respect and love. Hara also sighted Fountain and Grand Snow as examples of how humans didn’t have to fear magic; and the benefits conservation to people, nature, and the mystical. Seer’s were indeed passionate weirdos, and easily buttered from wonder at Hara’s presentation. Fleoganan was by his side on the platform the whole time as well. She added a dazzling and tangible example to viewers. Although royal fey are supposed to be in human form around common folk, as advocates of their kingdoms, they seldom did. Fleog spent most of the conference as a soft pearly dragon. This allowed her to change her size and easily adjust to the surroundings, as she followed Hara around the building. Fleog was so friendly, snuggly, talkative, and a treat witness, that she put stars in the eyes of most of the attendees; Quickly becoming flagship herself.

Hara finally submitted an updated formal catalogue of Pepperidge’s fey. Which was lovingly compiled by Hara, the community, and his students. The list included creatures as legendary as Fountain nymphs, to as common as castle gnomes. The magic community glazed further in awe at the lengthy document. Hara’s hard work and credentials didn’t disappoint; he didn’t have to publish anything further for now if he didn’t want too. Because of Hara’s grandfather, fey friends, and taking the opportunity, he was able to convince the Wizardry counsel to declare Pepperidge a protected magic forest, for the next twenty years.

The night Hara returned to the academy, he sat on his dormitory bed and began to cry. The tension was finally releasing from his body. He was so certain no one would listen to him, Woodwick would be hurt, or Dominque and the students would be attacked for magery. Hara was glad his work did what he hoped it would; make everyone safe. Fleoganan however, was more happy then relieved by the outcomes; thus, she was confused by Hara laying on his bed in exhaustion, crying. Fleog immediately became filled with concern. Fey only cry when scared, grieving or sad, and they didn’t know the difference between tears of woe or joy. Fleog ran over to hug Hara, and sat next to him on the bed.

“What is it?” Fleoganan panicked. “you’re crying, are you sad? Everything seems to be going so well so far. All of those wizards weren’t as scary as I was told. Actually, they seemed to love magic more then life itself.”

“Exactly,” Hara said. “it’s amazing. I put so much trust and effort into all this, and in six months I brought out the best in them; wizards who keep fairies in iron cages, exterminated goblins, and profit off dragons. Many of them now have a change of heart or new perspective. There are few places in the Day Veil where magic is protected and loved. I don’t know what I did to deserve all this fortune. I never thought that Happily Ever After spell was real,” Hara sobbed. “But my grandfather is going to hug me, then scold me for publishing his work. I inherited it, and promised to keep them a secret. Though technically, Morgan’s leaked the notes if anyone asks...”

“Don’t blame Morgan, he was only trying to help. Besides, I loved seeing how happy Dominique and Woodwick were! And everyone else here is thrilled! I think your grandfather would be proud. I heard at the conference, that Woodwick may have his job back if thing’s keep going so well. You have really shown me the bright side of this veil. I may have been a bit scared after what happened to mother.” Fleog admitted, gently leaning onto Hara’s shoulder.

 “And the way you speak of your grandfather; he sounds just like you. When you talk about him, it has the same jubilation that my siblings had towards the Day Veil; Prompting me to come here.” Fleog said. There was pause, as their hands met.

“My family has a beach house; grandpa made it on an enchanted bay. When I was young, Grandpa had faked paperwork to adopt Woodwick, and took him on vaction. That’s when I first met Woodwick, and I realized that magic isn’t always just an essence of the universe; but alive. Maybe I should do the same with you. I bet My grandfather would beg to meet a potential granddaughter-in-law.” Hara chuckled. He leant into Fleog and held her hand, a bit puzzled as to what made him do it, but happy he did. Fleog smiled, and gently squeezed his hand back with a trademark joy wiggle.

The smell of the sea was strong by the cold humid beach this time of year. The air was crisp as the wind slipped in; causing the chimes to sing. The soothing hollow jingle of agate clinking copper tubes, and abalone chips. The golden sunshine of sundown poured in, emphasizing dust, but not bright enough to feel warm. Hara was laying on a weaved mat on the floor, and he noticed the smell of brewing black tea and coffee, as it began to diffuse through the room.  The cabin was still as he left it. Well-loved, but unchanged. The quiet small talk of his parents and grandfather outside, was muffled by the crashing waves and soft quilts. Hara felt perfectly still. Next to him, Fleog looked at the ceiling; Hara saw someone he knew was fey, but also a beloved. There was no difference between people and magic to him anymore. It had felt like that from the start. In moments like this, there was only the world as a whole; a beautiful changing world in need of sharing and tending. He had hope that his work world result in everyone feeling the same way. Or even letting them realize they may already do.

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Marietta is not the selkie grandpa is referring too. But we love a recurring extra.

Tale 5: Hara Fystan and the Dragon Princess (chapter 1. The Firepot Family Tradition 1/5 ) part 2. Stories of Fey

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On the floor of a summer house were two boys. The wind blew in the sent of the sea, which mixed with the freshly brewed black tea. The sound of the abalone, copper, and agate wind chimes, sweetly jingled as golden hour gave way to an oncoming storm. The hum of the air, and sound of the waves, made the room feel heavy and still. The Little boy was Hara Fyrstan; The grandson of the renowned fey professor, S. Firepot. The older boy next to him was Professor Firepot’s adoptive son; Woodwick. This family vacation was the first time they met. They were stuffed in an old car, and then in a beach cabin in the Northlands. Hara must have been only five or six at the time. Even so, he could tell that Woodwick was a nymph.

Hara didn’t ask why his grandpa adopted a fey, or brought it along for their annual family vacation; It just felt like Woodwick belonged. Hara loved fey, just like his grandfather. In fact, Hara wanted to be his grandfather someday; A decorated fey specialist. Better yet conserve these creatures of myth. Fey were beautiful and misunderstood; they deserved to live and be loved.

Hara studied hard in magic school, to gather all the fascinating knowledge he would need to be a professor someday.  The thought of filling his grandpa’s position, as head of fey studies in a magic forest academy, sounded wonderful. No sooner had Hara gone into a specialty secondary program, his grandfather retired; and returned to the Northlands to live in the family beach house. Thus, leaving his position open. When Hara heard this, he took a weekend off to stay at the cabin; Which was a short drive from the small local institute. The cabin sat in the middle of an abandoned beach, off the range trail along the coast, like it wasn’t supposed to be there. The Northlands had many coasts, islands, and ocean views to choose from; yet this one belonged just to Hara’s family. It was a nice place to retire, and not too far from anywhere.

Now that Grandfather was home, Hara wanted to see if he was in good health; and talk about his studies. When Hara entered the cabin, the same chimes rang, and wind blew. Grandpa Firepot was sitting in a rocking chair covered in a blanket and holding a cup of black coffee; He looked into the setting sun. This beach house felt frozen in time, as if it and the beach were enchanted.

“Grandpa you shouldn’t have the window open, we’ll catch a chill” Hara said, dropping his bags. He walked over and closed the French patio doors.

“Oh, Hara! I was enjoying the ocean of the Northlands. We’re known for our ocean fey are we not? I may have been hoping to hear or see a maiden of the sea… But since you’re here, how’s my favourite only grandson?” Firepot said.

“I’m great! I just got into a fey studies program at the local school. I want to work at Pepperidge, in your position. Helping fey conservation and teaching; It’s all so wonderful, I can’t wait to share what I’ve learned about the wonderful world of magic. By the way, why did you retire so early? I thought you loved your job.” Hara asked. “Not that I’m not happy your home again.”

“Ah, come for the wisdom of an elder? Why I would love to help you get ahead,” Firepot smiled. Then he looked back out the windows. “Honestly, I have been working that job over thirty years. I love it, but I’m old and homesick. Your parents offered me the cabin and support. This way I get to be close to my family, in a place I love as much as my job. I still have one problem with retiring though.”

“You have a problem? I can visit each weekend? If you’d have me of course. School help or not.”

“Coming each weekend is not a matter of choice my boy. You will visit me, help me, and study with me.”

“you’re stalling grandpa. You wouldn’t have mentioned that something was bothering you if you didn’t think I could help.”

“Ah yes. Well, do you remember Woodwick? The boy I adopted?” Firepot sighed. Hara nodded slowly. “He is now a professor at the academy, and has been for about a decade. I’m very proud. But I don’t know what will happen if I’ not there. So if you’re going to fill my position in a few years, which you will no doubt, you need to know he’s-“

“A fountain nymph?” Hara cut in.” Possibly the last one? Don’t worry, I figured it out. The secret is safe with me!”

“How? When?”

“He looked like a naiad, and I did a little reading. Figured it out when you first brought him here for vacation,” Hara said. He pulled up a bean bag chair and sat next to his grandfather, to look out the window with him. There was a selkie falling out of her fur, while collecting sea shells.

“Well, each man to his own I suppose…. speaking of which, last I ran into a selkie she said I was a mage. Do you know what this means?” Hara asked

“You’re even more impressive than I had imagined? A mage, someone born with a natural ability and affinity for magic the fey say. Which explains a lot,” Firepot said. He drank some coffee while intently watching the selkie; she had been joined by some of her sisters. “Don’t tell anyone that you’re a mage though. Mages are an old form of magic; the type people say makes men walk unharmed through fire, make lakes flat, speak to fey, craft legendary swords, and sing entire armies to sleep. People fear that type of magic. Particularly the Grand West. I will admit, it will give you an advantage in school and with fey. There were a few journals about magic, dated to the time of mages, at the academy. Some excellent, informative, yet occasionally morbid, reads I must say.” Firepot sighed. Hara was now also gazing at the bob of selkies; Trying to figure out why his grandfather was staring at the dark haired one so intently.

“There are a lot of selkies by this beach house…. To be honest, the idea of you lusting after them with that gaze, and being my grandpa, makes me uncomfortable….” Hara whispered.

“Oh. No worries, I’m actually looking for a specific one; I’m hopeing she’ll still return after all these years. Don’t tell your mother. I’m scared the sea might call to her too. It would break your father too. I’m fond of him; he loves my girl, and gave me you.” Firepot said still staring at the frolicking selkies.

“I don’t believe you; Mother’s strange at times, but those people saying I’m a sea babe were bullies.” Hara affirmed. Then he realized his grandfather might be serious. It explained why the cabin was so oddly placed, and why his mother still looked twenty-five. Hara decided to change the subject.

“Anyway, I wonder if I end up working at Pepperidge Academy, and see Woodwick, if he’ll remember me.” Hara said. He looked over to his grandfather for a response; Firepot was smiling wildly and nodding. Firepot spent his life studying the minds and behaviour of fey, and he was certain of one thing: Fey don’t forget. That would require them to have a sense of time.