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SO! Real quick, I wanna clarify. I originally put this as the original upload because it was the first thing I have, but I recently got all of her extra AB details finished and quietly replaced the first upload with the flats version with a color palette to use as reference, so here's the shaded version.
Since I don't have much else to say and all the details are covered in her ref, I'll instead do a tiny little story blurble like I like writing, so credits first!
Fia belongs to me!
Art and Zorgoia species by
Zorgoias/
CorrieZodori
Story mentions:
Veluren (the letter writer) belongs to me.
Chio (the recipient) belongs to
Adenosine and was cameo'd with permission.
To Chio:
Gosh, where do I even start with this? I guess mention how, ever since my trip to the Zorgoia homeworld ended with a power-copying Spireborn named Cyphin copying my teleportation magics, I've been seeing a lot more Zorgoia of all shapes and sizes and subspecies pop up on my planet. I know Zephyr told me once a while ago Zorgoia are invasive and - he believes, are magically drawn to each other even over distances of planets or even entire galaxies so I figured it was inevitable. This one though...
It was another night in my cave - sleeping not so peacefully since all my friends were away and even my kobolds were out on errand in local towns for the night. I tend to have bad dreams when I'm alone in my cave, of what I don't particularly want to disclose in a letter that others might read - personal business and trauma you understand. Anyway, I was in the middle of a bad dream when I feel this... presence sweeping over me, this cool and soft presence like a horrible heat was being blown away into a cool spring day as my nightmare faded back to a happier place in my memories. Because I have a lot of ties to spiritual magic and other things related to the mind and soul, I knew immediately something strange was happening and asked who was there. With a soft and inviting chuckle, a figure appeared in my dreams, a - for lack of better descriptors - rather beautiful Spireborn Zorgoia with purple and blue fur, walking with an elegant stride I was unused to from the other Spireborn I've chanced to meet, every step left a trails of stars in her wake like an afterimage that quickly faded away. I was taken by her, I admit, and I thought she may have been a shift in dreams.
That was until she spoke, and all at once my dream became completely lucid. She spoke in a somewhat deep yet silken smooth voice chastising my nightmares for tormenting me, and then introduced herself as Fia, Weaver of Dreams. I knew right away there was something... different about her, her magic didn't have the same scent or sensation or anything I recognized from the Spireborn or other Zorgoia I met, but her title told me enough. I was so curious, I wanted to sit and ask her questions right then and there, but she leaned down and pressed a massive (I didn't realize until then how small I was, it must have been the anxieties gripping me in the nightmare) talon against my lips and shushed me like a mother consoling a child. She saw how stressed I still was and before I knew it, she had gently picked me up with those massive arms and cradled me next to her chest, whispering soft words of affection and comfort - words of love even though she didn't know me at all - which made my guard drop entirely. I stayed like that cuddling her until the dream faded from lucidity and returned to the same shifting nature that dreams usually had, though what I remember of the drifting images, she never stopped comforting me.
I woke up the next day expecting my dream to be just that, a dream of a mysterious giant Zorgoia comforting me. I was taken aback when I walked into the main room of my aerie cave to find her sitting there relaxing casually and I knew she was real, and she was looking rather pleased with herself. Before I could say a thing, she patted at her belly inviting me to continue cuddling her as we spoke, saying she owed me some questions. Her fur felt like soft silk and her body radiated the warmth of being in a blanket, I genuinely couldn't help myself but wiggle into her arms and relax against her even though I had just woken up from a good night's sleep. Her fur smelled like lavender and her voice was just so soothing, it was like she was a walking bed looking for people to sleep on her. And then the questions began.
By her accounts, she actually wasn't brought to my planet by Cyphin - that immediately told me she was likely a Successor to a retired god or a completely new god who had been called to my world to find a pantheon. When I asked why she came into my dream she told me fairly bluntly that when people dream good dreams, they give off an energy that only she seems able to perceive and interact with. She described this good dream energy as more filling than any meal you could ever eat, more nutritious than the mana from the Spire, and fills her with every positive emotion the dreamer feels in that sleep, so with her power over dreams, she goes into nightmares to make them right - with my immense magical presence - she teased, my dreams were one of the most filling meals she had ever had. The other part was that, well, she's just a natural cuddler, especially to tinier beings who she looks at with a desire to protect with all her heart assuming they're good individuals.
Every moment of my interaction with her gave her these feelings of her being nothing but someone who wanted to make people happy, soft and comfortable, giving out sensations that felt like a mother's warmth and touch to chase away every bad thought in the world. But I noticed that beneath it there was a bit of playfulness to her words too, like if I gave her a sign however subtle, things may have changed to her teasing me alongside the comfort, or asking what I'd like her to do to me. She explained that when she's giving good dreams to someone she likes or has a good sense about, she'll do just about anything they ask - with exceptions of things that her just mentioning made me snarl at - confirming I most certainly wasn't one of those she disliked.
Then came the interesting part. When I asked her what Pantheon she was part of, she looked quizzically at me and asked what I meant, and then I realized her name didn't fit ANY god on my planet, nor any figures from any mythology of Earth (the next most likely place) or any of the other planets she's been from. I was puzzled by that, honestly. She also seemed to balk at the idea of a title of God, apparently even she seemed to be a rather staunch follower of the Spire of Veldram. This was the second point of curiosity - gods can't reject or deny being gods and still remain gods, at best they descend to demigods.
I spent more hours with her and time talking and having- err, hanging - out with her and asking her questions of irrelevant importance before she stretched out, pat me on the head, sat me down and asked if I would mind seeing her again. She seemed like good company, so I said of course, and with a smile she distorted into a cloud of sparkling mist and let the wind carry her high up, before reforming, stretching out her wings and gliding across the sky leaving trails of stardust in her wake. And then came the last words she said to me - acknowledging my part on the cosmic pecking order (I apologize I have to be vague, I'm ready to tell you that secret but it needs to be done in person) - something she should not have known without being told, even if she was a god. And then it hit me, and I almost had a panic attack, the only reason I didn't was because every bit of her sweetness was sincere, but I effectively just had a cuddle session with one of the highest order of beings in the universe.
Fia, I have full reason to believe, is either an incarnation of or is a child of a Primal Aspect, the beings that champion universal musts and reality itself. Things like the personification of Death, Nyx the goddess of night and Darkness, and Chronus the god of time are among this highest of high pantheons. And from everything clicking together, I surmised Fia is likely either an avatar of or daughter of Nyx, making her a goddess adjacent to the aspect of night which would explain why her realm is dreams. After the terrifying realization settled down a little bit I realized I likely had nothing to fear from spending time with her how I did, since she initiated and enjoyed it, but I think I might need to be on better behavior when she visits again.
Oh and uh... not to cause worry or anything, but in my dreams she mentioned see flitting visages of my friends and people I care about, and expressed interest in meeting them - you including I should think. So the next time you visit Vakkert Sedd (I don't THINK she has any way of reaching Charybdis unless Cyphin helps her) be a bit mindful of your dreams because she might visit you.
- Vel
(PS. There's a little bit more to touch on but I'm sending it a second sealed letter... kinda spicy as my encounters with Zorgoia have a tendency to end, y'know?)
Since I don't have much else to say and all the details are covered in her ref, I'll instead do a tiny little story blurble like I like writing, so credits first!
Fia belongs to me!
Art and Zorgoia species by
Zorgoias/
CorrieZodoriStory mentions:
Veluren (the letter writer) belongs to me.
Chio (the recipient) belongs to
Adenosine and was cameo'd with permission.To Chio:
Gosh, where do I even start with this? I guess mention how, ever since my trip to the Zorgoia homeworld ended with a power-copying Spireborn named Cyphin copying my teleportation magics, I've been seeing a lot more Zorgoia of all shapes and sizes and subspecies pop up on my planet. I know Zephyr told me once a while ago Zorgoia are invasive and - he believes, are magically drawn to each other even over distances of planets or even entire galaxies so I figured it was inevitable. This one though...
It was another night in my cave - sleeping not so peacefully since all my friends were away and even my kobolds were out on errand in local towns for the night. I tend to have bad dreams when I'm alone in my cave, of what I don't particularly want to disclose in a letter that others might read - personal business and trauma you understand. Anyway, I was in the middle of a bad dream when I feel this... presence sweeping over me, this cool and soft presence like a horrible heat was being blown away into a cool spring day as my nightmare faded back to a happier place in my memories. Because I have a lot of ties to spiritual magic and other things related to the mind and soul, I knew immediately something strange was happening and asked who was there. With a soft and inviting chuckle, a figure appeared in my dreams, a - for lack of better descriptors - rather beautiful Spireborn Zorgoia with purple and blue fur, walking with an elegant stride I was unused to from the other Spireborn I've chanced to meet, every step left a trails of stars in her wake like an afterimage that quickly faded away. I was taken by her, I admit, and I thought she may have been a shift in dreams.
That was until she spoke, and all at once my dream became completely lucid. She spoke in a somewhat deep yet silken smooth voice chastising my nightmares for tormenting me, and then introduced herself as Fia, Weaver of Dreams. I knew right away there was something... different about her, her magic didn't have the same scent or sensation or anything I recognized from the Spireborn or other Zorgoia I met, but her title told me enough. I was so curious, I wanted to sit and ask her questions right then and there, but she leaned down and pressed a massive (I didn't realize until then how small I was, it must have been the anxieties gripping me in the nightmare) talon against my lips and shushed me like a mother consoling a child. She saw how stressed I still was and before I knew it, she had gently picked me up with those massive arms and cradled me next to her chest, whispering soft words of affection and comfort - words of love even though she didn't know me at all - which made my guard drop entirely. I stayed like that cuddling her until the dream faded from lucidity and returned to the same shifting nature that dreams usually had, though what I remember of the drifting images, she never stopped comforting me.
I woke up the next day expecting my dream to be just that, a dream of a mysterious giant Zorgoia comforting me. I was taken aback when I walked into the main room of my aerie cave to find her sitting there relaxing casually and I knew she was real, and she was looking rather pleased with herself. Before I could say a thing, she patted at her belly inviting me to continue cuddling her as we spoke, saying she owed me some questions. Her fur felt like soft silk and her body radiated the warmth of being in a blanket, I genuinely couldn't help myself but wiggle into her arms and relax against her even though I had just woken up from a good night's sleep. Her fur smelled like lavender and her voice was just so soothing, it was like she was a walking bed looking for people to sleep on her. And then the questions began.
By her accounts, she actually wasn't brought to my planet by Cyphin - that immediately told me she was likely a Successor to a retired god or a completely new god who had been called to my world to find a pantheon. When I asked why she came into my dream she told me fairly bluntly that when people dream good dreams, they give off an energy that only she seems able to perceive and interact with. She described this good dream energy as more filling than any meal you could ever eat, more nutritious than the mana from the Spire, and fills her with every positive emotion the dreamer feels in that sleep, so with her power over dreams, she goes into nightmares to make them right - with my immense magical presence - she teased, my dreams were one of the most filling meals she had ever had. The other part was that, well, she's just a natural cuddler, especially to tinier beings who she looks at with a desire to protect with all her heart assuming they're good individuals.
Every moment of my interaction with her gave her these feelings of her being nothing but someone who wanted to make people happy, soft and comfortable, giving out sensations that felt like a mother's warmth and touch to chase away every bad thought in the world. But I noticed that beneath it there was a bit of playfulness to her words too, like if I gave her a sign however subtle, things may have changed to her teasing me alongside the comfort, or asking what I'd like her to do to me. She explained that when she's giving good dreams to someone she likes or has a good sense about, she'll do just about anything they ask - with exceptions of things that her just mentioning made me snarl at - confirming I most certainly wasn't one of those she disliked.
Then came the interesting part. When I asked her what Pantheon she was part of, she looked quizzically at me and asked what I meant, and then I realized her name didn't fit ANY god on my planet, nor any figures from any mythology of Earth (the next most likely place) or any of the other planets she's been from. I was puzzled by that, honestly. She also seemed to balk at the idea of a title of God, apparently even she seemed to be a rather staunch follower of the Spire of Veldram. This was the second point of curiosity - gods can't reject or deny being gods and still remain gods, at best they descend to demigods.
I spent more hours with her and time talking and having- err, hanging - out with her and asking her questions of irrelevant importance before she stretched out, pat me on the head, sat me down and asked if I would mind seeing her again. She seemed like good company, so I said of course, and with a smile she distorted into a cloud of sparkling mist and let the wind carry her high up, before reforming, stretching out her wings and gliding across the sky leaving trails of stardust in her wake. And then came the last words she said to me - acknowledging my part on the cosmic pecking order (I apologize I have to be vague, I'm ready to tell you that secret but it needs to be done in person) - something she should not have known without being told, even if she was a god. And then it hit me, and I almost had a panic attack, the only reason I didn't was because every bit of her sweetness was sincere, but I effectively just had a cuddle session with one of the highest order of beings in the universe.
Fia, I have full reason to believe, is either an incarnation of or is a child of a Primal Aspect, the beings that champion universal musts and reality itself. Things like the personification of Death, Nyx the goddess of night and Darkness, and Chronus the god of time are among this highest of high pantheons. And from everything clicking together, I surmised Fia is likely either an avatar of or daughter of Nyx, making her a goddess adjacent to the aspect of night which would explain why her realm is dreams. After the terrifying realization settled down a little bit I realized I likely had nothing to fear from spending time with her how I did, since she initiated and enjoyed it, but I think I might need to be on better behavior when she visits again.
Oh and uh... not to cause worry or anything, but in my dreams she mentioned see flitting visages of my friends and people I care about, and expressed interest in meeting them - you including I should think. So the next time you visit Vakkert Sedd (I don't THINK she has any way of reaching Charybdis unless Cyphin helps her) be a bit mindful of your dreams because she might visit you.
- Vel
(PS. There's a little bit more to touch on but I'm sending it a second sealed letter... kinda spicy as my encounters with Zorgoia have a tendency to end, y'know?)
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