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(Phalakros) He gives another shy smile.
“Eilander. I have never met someone named Eilander until now. ‘Tis a fascinating name.”
He resumes caressing his feather, though he seems a bit less tense now.
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Eilander: Mama t-told me it was a s-s-strong name when I-I was still with her…like daddy…I never knew daddy…
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(Phalakros) “It indeed sounds like a strong name. And… you are fortunate to have known your mother. I never met either of mine parents. I was raised by a leader of rogues, and… he only knew mine father breifly. Yet, anyway, is there any activities you like? I like to watch the sky occasionally, imagining what the clouds are saying to each other.”
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Eilander: I only knew her for a c-c-couple of months…
blue eyes shift to the ground again
They t-took me away when they found me…
Grows quiet for a few moments, holding his tail
Activities? M-mama told me stories when s-she could…I-I wasn't allowed out of h-hiding…even though they still found me…
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(Phalakros) He looks at Eilander sorrowfully.
“‘Tis a horrible thing that others would harm younglings such as you. There is no reason for such…”
(Lucitius) “Reason does not always exist. Use the past as a guide to become stronger, that you might prevent other younglings from feeling the same pain.”
His rumbling voice was quiet, though he seemed slightly irritated by Phalakros’ words.
(Phalakros) His eyes widened in shock, even horror, at Lucitius’ interruption.
“You are giving advice that you have never used?”
(Lucitius) “I am unique, and mine past cannot be easily replicated.”
(Phalakros) “That means nothing.”
(Lucitius) “Regardless, ‘tis advice he can still use. We all have scars. How we use them is what matters.” He nodded to Eilander.
(Phalakros) “You are a poor example of that.”
(Lucitius) He sighs, then speaks in a barely audible voice.
“You are not.”
He turns away.
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Deimos: Many believe the small are weak. Some seek to protect, others to neglect
had seemingly stepped out from the darkness. Following close behind…
Carol: A bipedal like goat creature with a walking stick and shawl follows close behind. Her ears flick forward, gray growing around the black of her muzzle, body covered in dulling white fur. Though despite the age, her eyes still spark with life
Well now, what have we here?
Deimos: steps to the side for a moment
Madame Carol, Lucitius and Phalakros, and vice-versa
Carol: Oh no need to be so formal, Demmy, Granny Carol is fine
Deimos: An actual bit of color seems to come to his usually pale cheeks. A soft huff comes from him, ears twitching further backwards against his head
Ahem…how is the child if I may ask?
Turns his head, hidden gaze come to look towards where Phalakros sat with little Eilander
Eilander: Small head perks up, looking curiously at the new creature nearby Deimos that called herself 'Carol'
Me: Just poking in here to drop Carol's character profile - Carol
She is a Guasnan, goat-like humanoids/anthros that I created for my world
(Me) You know, I should just take out my undeveloped characters and stick in my series characters. No, I'm not talking about fandom OCss, I'm talking about characters with who I am planning to make a story. Though, Lucitius may not like a lot of them. I will give them all transitions in and pour one in right now. I'll just grabs vacuum get Akuji back now.
(???) Hello! She waves
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(Me) You have some really neat characters, Dragoncita.
(Phalakros) “Greetings, Madame Carol. Th… this is Eilander. I have been talking to him most of the time you were gone.”
He seems unsure how to continue.
(Lucitius) “Greetings.”
He gives a small bow to Carol, then turns to Deimos.
“I agree. Yet, too many seem to neglect, in recent times. I fear the peak of the Protectors has long since passed.”
(Phalakros) He glances at Lucitius warily. He then notices the other newcomer and stares with wide, blank eyes.
(Lucitius) He turns to the newcomer with a cautious gaze, moving to stand between her and Eilander.
(???) I guess I understand that. I don't have the most normal appearance. I'm Delta, by the way.
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Carol: Gives a slight bow of her head towards Phalakros and Lucitius, a smile remaining on her muzzle
Pleasure is all mine dears
Ah, that must be the little one Deimos mentioned; Eilander, such a lovely name
Deimos: Watches a few moments, one ear twitching as the newest addition spoke, introducing themselves as 'Delta', though seems to shift hidden gaze back towards Lucitius
Aye, it does seem that way at times doesn't it?
There are at least still a few trying to look out for others than just themselves, finding them however, is another story
Eilander: listening quietly, the boy's shaking has eased quite a bit now that things seemed to have settled down for the most part. The fidgeting with his tail even eased a bit
F-fal…Felek…Phalakros has been very kind to me…it's…nice…
Seemed to have troubled prouncing the name at first, but finally figured it out
Deimos: Well, that's good then no?
Carol: Her ears swivel forward
Of course it is my boy! A child needs love, care and attention
Ah, my little ones have all but grown up and now have their own kids
My how they grow up fast, and yet still here I am
Chuckles softly to herself
Me: Bows
Thank you
Pleased that I'm managing to use some of my other characters than most of my others which are pretty much all dragons lel
Though I will say, nearly all of my characters are some type of creature
Most of them do have a human or humanoid form
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(Me) Lol. That’s cool, and I can definitely understand, though most of my characters are drāckonians instead of dragons. And I’m pleased to actually introduce Lucitius to others, this rp alone has revealed a bit about him that I have missed!
I do have other characters/races as well (I usually try to keep them humanoid, and almost all of them are shapeshifters, but some of them are questionable just because they’re so unusual), but most of them are so isolated I don’t know what to do with them in an rp.
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(Lucitius) His stern expression at Delta lightens a bit and he turns back to Deimos.
“Indeed, especially the altruistic ones, if any exist. I am not among those, no matter how much I may yearn to be at any time, yet I try to balance mine own needs with that of mine task. Sometimes it works, sometimes not.”
(Phalakros) He warily looks away from Delta and gives Eilander a shy smile. He looks at Deimos and Carol timidly, unsure what to do next.
(Me) Honestly, same here, most of my characters are not humans. A lot of them are very animal-like and a lot of them are very weird. This batch of characters, however, consists of either 2 or 3 main humans, Delta and possibly a ghost. Also, Delta is definitely somewhat altruistic; her best friend, on the other hand, is not.
(Delta) Huh? She's confused by the Old English, as she doesn't know what it is
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(Me) That’s pretty cool, and I do a lot of animal-like creatures too! Don’t mind the spidery ones, they’re just strange. (And don’t mind me, I’m actually still fairly new here and I’ve been deprived of a writer’s group of any kind for so darn long! I’m just really happy right now).
(Lucitius) He turns to Delta and considers her expression for a moment.
“‘Tis… It is my accent that confuses you, aye?”
His gutteral accent slips into a much more melodic tone as he speaks.
(Delta) It must be. And all the mines. Why do you keep saying mine?
(Me) Delta doesn't know what Old English is, she doesn't even know that languages other than English exist. She's lived in a lab for most of her life.
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(Me) That’s rough. Poor Delta.
(Lucitius) “‘Mine’ is ‘my’ in the drāckonian tongue. ‘Tis a guttural language we have.”
He considered her confused look for a long moment, unsure how to explain further.
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Me: I mostly just lurk in the background, though been apart of this site for nearly 3 years now I believe
Only really speak if something interests me, or I start an RP of my own
Deimos: Seems to shrug
All depends I suppose
Carol: has walked over towards Phalakros and Eilander. The creature's ears perk up, swiveling forward, glances back for a moment
Demmy dear, did you grab my basket like I asked?
Deimos: Body stiffens again at being called 'Demmy' in front of so many. Ears lay flat back against his head
I did indeed
Seems to pull a picnic basket out of thin air, moving over, setting it down next to the old Guasnan, then stepping back again. Moves a hand, rubbing the back of his neck
Carol: Clasps her hands, rubbing them together
There, there, here, I made spinach rolls!
We Guasnan aren't really 'meat-eaters', so sorry to you folks who are, but I do promise, these are just as good!
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(Me) Makes sense.
(Lucitius) He turns to Carol.
“I need not eat. Feed the others before me, I beg.”
(Phalakros) He seems about to speak, but hesitates. It was almost like he was afraid to say the wrong thing.
(Lucitius) He notices Phalakros and sighs sorrowfully.
“I believe Phalakros wishes to mention that we, drāckonians, are strictly carnivorous. Yet, Phalakros, here, is a half-breed. There is a chance, despite its small size, that he would be unaffected.”
(Phalakros) He looks at Lucitius, horrified by his idea.
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Carol: Had reached into her basket, seeming to rummage around a bit. One of her ears perks up towards Lucitius
Oh? Drāckonians? You wouldn't be chance like Dragonkin? Sorry if I'm assuming dear.
Deimos: tilts his head towards the side
Doubtful. Dragonkin in our world are the offspring of a dragon and human. Though what with more Dragonkin, both parents can be Dragonkin…well, there was an abundance for awhile, before the war between man and dragon started
Seemingly grimaces
Carol: A frown actually seems to cross the normal cheery appearance of the old creature
Terrible, simply terrible what is happening
Eilander: Still sitting near Phalakros, the child lifts his head though at the mention of food
More f-food?
Carol: Turns to look back to the small draconic child, a sweet smile crossing her muzzle again
Of course little Kirde, I have as much as you want!
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(Lucitius) He chuckles a moment, his eyes gleaming slyly.
“I suppose we could be considered akin. We are shapeshifters, and one of our forms is a dragon. However, we are neither human nor true dragon. The union of those two is truthfully near impossible, given the rarity of true dragons. ’Tis such a pity. I have always been fond of the smell of an enraged female.”
(Phalakros) He looks at Lucitius with a strange look.
“I hope you are not implying something that would enrage Synthia.”
(Lucitius) He starts to laugh.
“No, mine dear Phalakros, I assure you! I have always, and always shall, be faithful to mine beloved Synthia. I simply enjoy being near a female dragon. After all, mine birth form is more akin to them than a drāckonian’s.”
(Phalakros) “Are you a true dragon?”
(Lucitius) He shrugged.
“Aye and no. I honestly know not, yet I am also not a native of the Material Plane. Remember that, Phalakros. Mine birthplace is difficult to define by default, and true dragons are less numerous outside the Material Plane.”
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Deimos: The hidden raise of an eyebrow, though gives a slight shrug
Dragonkin have the ability to take to a dragon form, normally when they reach the 200 year mark. Albeit, they are weaker than their parent dragon, but still a formidable force
Dragons are quite common in our world, coming in all shapes, sizes, and species.
Voice lowers, becoming softer
Little Eilander is a dragon, though currently in human form. Most likely he'll transform back sooner or later here. Extreme emotional stress does tend to do that to young ones…triggering their abilities that they are only learning to control…and unfortunately for our little dragon chick, he does not have any parents, something I'm hoping Madam Carol can remedy…
Carol: Moved over to where Eilander sat with Phalakros, holding out a bread-like roll
Here little Kirde, I have plenty more in my basket
Eilander: Seems hesitant at first, slowly taking the offered roll. Stares at it a few moments, then seems to instantly scarf it down, looking for more
Deimos: Pauses, moving his head, ears perking upwards
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(Lucitius) He turns to Eilander with a thoughtful smile. An appreciative rumbling breifly echoes in his throat.
“A true dragon, from another multiverse. How fascinating. I had not thought of such a defensive ability, though… I think a drāckonian could manage something similar. It would take considerable willpower on their part, and they would have to be over a millenium. A drāckonian youngling begins as a dragon, then after a millenium and a quarter, they shed into their true form and begin their Early Prime. That is in our years though, I cannot recall the human equivalent at this moment.”
He thinks hard for a moment, then gives up with a shrug. He glances at Phalakros.
“I told you, Phalakros, the two of you would get along well. The young ones always recognize a kindred soul.”
(Phalakros) He glances at Lucitius with a timid gaze.
“Yet, I am not a dragon. Mine full form is a bird. And the only stress I had as a Youngling had been from you.”
(Lucitius) A flash of pain appears in his eyes at Phalakros’ words, then he snorts.
“Dragons can have feathers too. Yet, none of that is my point. You two share many things in common. Foul hardships that you escaped, as an example.”
(Phalakros) He sighs.
(Lucitius) “Be not concerned, mine dear Phalakros. I have no doubt that with proper care, Eilander shall grow as strong as you have, and not become the shattered soul I am.”
He continues to watch Eilander, fascinated by the youth.
(Phalakros) He sputters in confusion, then shrugs and turns away, shaking his head. He quietly mutters to himself, “Why must you ramble now?”
(Me) Sorry for the length. I know we’ve been sticking to shorter posts, but I got a little carried away.
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Me: Nah, the longer the better in my opinion
I usually write much more, but that's when I'm properly writing either for a story or RP
Carol: Chuckles softly, setting the basket closer to Eilander
Here, take as many as you want
Eilander: The once hesitant child seems to have changed, now focused primarily on eating the offered food. A soft growl seems to emit from him
Deimos: Lays one ear back
Hm…seems that draconic nature is coming through a bit strong
Though as I said, Eilander is a dragon, and just a chick at that. Takes usually years for one to reach mature growth…except for a few species
Pauses again, thoughtful
Though I'm still curious on how his union of parents came to be…a Fallen Dragon and Holy Dragon…
Carol: Leans forward on her cane, watching the young child devour the contents of the basket, though lifts her head, ears perking up
Is that so? Quite strange indeed, that the gods and goddesses have not sought out the child. Perhaps there is another role he yet to play in our world
Deimos: Gives a shrug
Who knows, I only answer the call of either Goddess of Justice, or the Death God whenever a time arises
Hidden gaze shifts to Phalakros for a moment, then back forward
Interesting, and aye, dragons can indeed have feathers or even fur. The Northern Fur Dragon Clans being prime examples of fur covered dragons.
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(Me) Cool. And yay, another who likes to write long things!
(Lucitius) A large grin appears on his face.
“A fiery one indeed. To be a Generation Watcher when he matures…”
A tall staff made of a unique black wood materializes in his hands, and he leans down against it, watching Eilander.
(Phalakros) He glances at Lucitius in confusion, not understanding the reference. Then he turns to Deimos, his arms shaking. He curls them tighter and takes a deep breath.
“I can understand the different forms of a dragon. I actually know one who has fur. He is one of mine oldest allies, and younger brother of Lucitius. Yet, I am truly a simple bird. Lucitius might not see it as such, yet ‘tis true.”
(Lucitius) He perks up at the mention of his brother, glancing over at Phalakros.
“Mine dear Phalakros, dare not doubt yourself. Look at what you have learned and done while in your full form. ‘Tis much more grand than you might think, mine little bird.”
He starts to laugh and turns away. From his expression and his slight sway, what he was laughing about was something only he knew.
(Me) Just fyi, ‘ally = ‘friend’ to drāckonians. ‘Friend’ is not a word in the drāckonian language, so they call someone an ally or even ‘brother/sister not of blood’ as alternatives.
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Deimos: Both ears perk upwards towards the interaction, growing silent for several moments, though turns his head at a chirrup
Eilander: The boy's form seemed to suddenly shimmer, body shrinking downwards. It doesn't seem to last long before the shimmer disperses, now revealing a small dragon that is partially inside the large basket, body draped over it. The small dragon is pale white, scales soft in appearance. Though now clearly seen the small creature's body is covered in various scars, some which fairly new
Deimos: A low growl seems to come from the male, ears laying flat back against his head
Eilander: Lifts his head out of the basket, currently holding a roll in his muzzle. The heavy metallic collar still attached to his neck unfortunately
Carol: Carefully moves a hand, brushing the collar, which makes the small dragon suddenly drop his roll, dropping to his stomach, tail curling tightly between his legs. A frown crosses the Guasnan's features
Oh dear, I'm sorry my little Kirde, do not fear, I am not wanting to do anything with the contraption that could harm you
Deimos: That collar…still have yet to figure out what the bastards used to create it…whatever they did…I dislike it
Me: Ah, I see I see
Guess I'll add 'Kirde' is Guasnan for basically child or kid
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(Me) Kinda figured. Really neat how you did that.
(Lucitius) His laughter pauses at the sound of Deimos growling. He then turns to Eilander. A strange grunt comes from him at the sight of the collar and scars.
“The cruelty of too many souls. Such beauty tormented by foul deeds. ‘Come to me, mine darling Death.’”
Lucitius sways a moment, seeming to hold desperately onto his staff. A blue tear drops from his eye, then he faints.
(Phalakros) “Lucitius!”
He quickly moves next to him, deliberately not touching Lucitius. He circles Lucitius, worry painted on his face.
“Why? Why now?”
He paces for a moment, then sighs, mumbling to himself.
“Not now. Not now.”
He nudges Lucitius’ side, jumping back.
(Lucitius) He snatches his staff, vanishing with a faint blue silhouette slowly fading from his place. He reappears to the side of Phalakros, farther away from Eilander and the others, mid-spin, claws aimed for Phalakros’ face.
(Phalakros) He yelps, leaning back, Lucitius’ long claws cutting off some of his hair. He stumbles backward, but remains standing. He watches Lucitius warily, ignoring his hair for the moment.
(Lucitius) He retracts his hand, raising his staff in preparation for a swing. He then seems to recognize his surroundings and he gasps in horror, backing away from Phalakros. He leans his forehead on his staff, seeming quite upset with himself.
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Me: Still working on the language my more beast-like creatures speak
Beastian (as I've just been calling it) has a lot of more guttural sounds with 'r'
Deimos: Body seems to instantly bristle, a glow barely seen beneath the blindfold. Instinctively moved, body becoming between Carol and Eilander and the pair that have suddenly become threats in his hidden eyes. Lips curls back, once again revealing his canines, nails seem to grow into curved claws
Eilander: Whimpers at the sudden loud noises, body starting to shake uncontrollably
Carol: Despite her hunched and almost fragile appearance, the goat-like humanoid slowly, carefully reaches down and picks up the young dragon chick, speaking in a soft, hushed tone in a different tongue
Eilander: Once picked up, instantly hides his head into the crook of the Guasnan's arm, body continuing to shake
Deimos: At the yelp of Phalakros, a guttural snarl escapes his maw, body seeming to shake as if threatening to change
Carol: Lifts her head
Deimos…Calm Sil'maat…This place cannot take your true form…none of us can if you change…Sil'maat, please…
Deimos: Hearing the title 'Sil'maat', seems to calm, if only slightly
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(Me) That’s neat. I’ve actually been working on my drāckonian language. It’s a guttural language too, but with a lot of lisping, so they have a lot of K’s, S’s, and Th’s. It’s also a tongue twister, and supposedly unable to be accurately spoken by creatures lacking a forked tongue.
I’ve also been thinking of adding an ‘official’ name that they call themselves, but I can’t think of anything better than drāckonian. The problem: it’s a bit close to draconian, not only a word but also a reptilian creature in DnD and Star Trek (in the old tv series). And, while I’m talking about it, do you have any advice on that? Is it too close, or just far enough away to not be confused?
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(Lucitius) He notices the enraged Deimos, tears streaming from his eyes. In a whisper, he speaks.
“Forgive me, I beg. I have seen too many younglings trapped as he.” He nods to Eilander.
“Too many drāckonians. Too many of mine children.”
He curls against his staff again, swaying side to side.
(Phalakros) “Drāckonians? Children? Great Guardian?”
(Lucitius) He doesn’t look up.
“There is no difference between Lucitius and Great Guardian. They are one and the same within me.”
(Phalakros) He sighs, stepping forward to put a hand on Lucitius’ shoulder. He doesn’t budge when Lucitius flinches.
“Think of it this way. Eilander is free. Yet, if you continue to focus on the similarities of his tragic beginning, you will trap him within himself.”
(Lucitius) He turns his head, still leaning on the staff. He contemplates Phalakros’ words for a while before giving a reply.
“As always, you make your point clear. How I wish mine own mind could do the same. Very well, mine dear Phalakros. Go soothe Eilander for me, I shall stay here, far enough away to temper mineself.”
He sits down, watching from a couple dozen feet away.
(Phalakros) He nods, then cautiously heads toward Deimos and the others. He holds his hands up shakily, hoping to avoid being eaten.
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Me: I see I see
I am unfortunately unsure
I myself have what I've just been calling Dragonians. Dragonians being anthro/humanoid dragons
Unlike the Dragonkin, they are more draconic in appearance, and they do not have the ability to take a dragon form
Though, they are able to mate with humans, but it is an extremely rare occurrence
Deimos: Still seems to remain bristling, fangs remained bared
Carol: Stands up a bit straighter, leaning against a nearby wall, stroking the dragon chick's back carefully. One of her ears swivels forward towards Lucitius
Patience, I have known Deimos for some time…though he is ancient, even compared to me. Even I do not know his full backstory, but he will not harm, less you harm him first, or those he sees as allies
He should calm down in a few moments…hopefully.
I will also admit, I do not know what he is, some worship him as a protector, others as a destroyer. Both are equal though how I see it
Deimos: Snarling quiets down to a low growl, ears laid flat back against his head, though the glow beneath the blindfold seems to slowly start to die down to darkness like the black of the blindfold. Though the movement of Phalakros causes him to hiss slightly
Eilander: Remained with his small head buried in the crook of Carol's arm, body continuing to shake
Carol: Sil'maat, the young man means no harm. His soul is clean, surely you can judge it as so no?
Continues to pet the shaking dragon chick in her arms, humming softly
Deimos: A guttural noise seems to escape the male. Slowly takes a step back, but those hidden eyes remain trained directly on the other, as if daring them to make one wrong movement that could be perceived as a threat
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(Me) Oh well, that’s alright. I actually made a thread about the name dilemma earlier, and hopefully I can get that sorted out. The hardest part will be finding a name that fits, because I’ve been calling the race ‘drāckonian’ for years now and am rather used to it. But, anyway.
(Lucitius) He dismisses his staff, the item fading into nothingness, shifting to a more comfortable sitting position. He watches Deimos closely, waiting for the first sign of trouble. If Deimos tried to hurt Phalakros, he would instead meet Lucitius. Though, that likely wouldn’t happen, considering the timid nature of his dear Phalakros.
(Phalakros) “I assure you, I mean no harm, and likely would not be able to cause any if I wished to. Lucitius has these outbursts sometimes. He can be extremely sensitive about things. We are all fortunate that this is all that happened. ‘Tis much worse when he regresses.”
(Lucitius) He snorts at Phalakros’ words, then sighs, unable to deny what Phalakros had said.
(Phalakros) “Lucitius shall stay over there to avoid any further outbursts. I truly hope Eilander is not too shaken by this.”
He pauses several feet away, not daring to pass Deimos but looking toward Eilander with concern.
Can I just say that I forgot this existed 🤣 glad people enjoyed it whilst I was gone though!
