#voon

Come one, come all! A showcase of disaster gays at your service! 

 ..oh and also magic

Us: Cannibalism.

This is a micro prompt I wrote featuring Ghenha. Canonically, she’s a foul-mouthed dwarf who lives in Illthdar. For this, we turned her into a deb for @guardians-of-las-vyxen‘s spau story. The idea is that, as a dwarf, she’s “deficient”, so needs to hide that by walking on stilts. The story is a steam punk, so between the tech and the flouncy dresses she just about pulls it off. Voon is another character from Illthdar, who makes clockwork toys as a hobby. In Kerridon, he’s still good with his hands, but helps the resistance movement by crafting parts of their weapons.  Sidenote: Voon has a crush on Ghenha and she’s aromantic asexual, so that’s never gonna happen.

Ghenha hurried through the foggy, cobbled streets of Kerridon, one hand clutching the hood of her cloak to stop it flying back and revealing her identity; there were plenty who would pay to learn the daughter of a high ranking merchant had such a secret.

A firm knock at the door drew Voon from his stool where he was tinkering with one of his latest designs. Reaching to hold the bell with one hand, he opened the door with the other to let his customer in. The girl was a regular, and he was always prepared when she arrived. Miss Frobedan rarely had more than a few minutes to spare before rushing off back home again, but those few minutes were precious jewels to him.

“Have you finished them?” Her voice was mellow, despite the urgency cutting her words.

“Of course,” he replied, closing the door and going to collect what she came for. He passed under the large clockworks, heading to the rear of his workshop to find the artificial legs the petite debutant needed; her mother was adamant Ghenha make a splash in society and being the correct height was part of it. “Here we are, Miss,” Voon said, returning with the legs.

Ghenha craned forward, her corset creaking against the strain, to examine Voon's workmanship. “Bejabbers, that's fine,” she said, her lips curling into a smile. “I'm sure my mother couldn't object to them.” Her sudden frown made Voon tilt his head.

“Something wrong?”

“Not with the legs,” Ghenha said. “Seems wrong to trick men into thinking I'm not what I am.”

Voon gestured for the little woman to draw back her skirts so he could fit the legs, earning a dark look from her. “I need to check the fit,” he explained, as he began to strap them on. “Up you get.”

“Oh fop doodle!” she yelled, taking wobbly steps like a newborn deer. “This doesn't feel right, gaddammit!”

“It would shock your family, Miss Frobedan, to hear your language.” Voon laughed and helped her out, then set about tweaking the workings so the legs moved more naturally. “Remember to put oil on them after every use, else you will be creaking like an old woman.”

Ghenha nodded seriously. “Thank you, Mr Chrysocolla.” She took the wrapped legs and rushed out of the door.

Day 16

1. Shiva’s physiology makes her highly resistant to cold but there's a point where even she starts shivering

2. Ghenha's favourite season is fall cause it's a busy time for harvesting and preparing for winter

adahlen and voon dump

Day 9

1. Shiva can't read or write but has excellent recall with spoken information almost to the point she can repeat a phrase exactly as it was told to her.

2. Ghenha's people descended from the tylwyth teg and originally come from Wales.

Day 8

1. Shiva named her ciralak after another Eidolon she knew, who was a rebel with heart.

2. Ghenha has proportional dwarfism.

Day 13

1. There was no thunderbolt moment of surprise when Shiva realised she loved Tundra

2. Sometimes Ghenha purposely pulls stupid faces at Bear to see how good he can copy her