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"Ohmygosh, Kalabash, TWO uploads in ONE day?"

I know, I know. Don't lose your mind over this, as my photographic mini-series was much faster to put together than drawing something from scratch

This cute little pupper belongs to my original species called "grifflings". They are commonly owned by aristocracy in some parts of the world I created.

You might remember my very jank drawing called "The Countess" - she is the Fifilena's owner.

Lore shenanigans below.

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"Dear Count,

It is my pleasure to inform you that Her Ladyship finally made up her mind in regard to which pet she wants.

I must admit, I wasn't convinced Faliimontis was the best place to search for one (on the account that nearly every creature here is either blind or very slimy), but it just so happened that the kingdom's market was thriving today due to some local festivity, and many exotic traders opened stalls for the duration of three moons.

Her Ladyship was delighted by Faerie dragons, but they proved too difficult to handle, given they deemed Her Ladyship's wig to be a splendid nesting place and nearly set it on fire twice in a very short amount of time She attempted to hold them.

Raccoon foxes were next in line, but Her Ladyship quickly changed her mind after hearing they have very specific... territorial needs. Considering the cost of renovating Summer's Palace, along with the prices of all imported furniture You assembled for Her Ladyship's enjoyment, She was rightfully concerned.

After raccoon foxes, Her Ladyship perused a variety of exotic birds, but wouldn't settle for any on the account of them being "too noisy" and "defecating everywhere".

I was about to suggest that we return to the carriage, and seek a companion for Her Ladyship elsewhere - but I was interrupted by a strange whimpering sound, which was coming from a rather large basket held by an incredibly strange-looking man. This man looked permanently surprised, and spoke a language I've never heard before; I am actually not convinced he was saying real words on the account of the bizarre guttural and throatal sounds he produced upon opening his mouth.

Between me trying to explain our business, and Her Ladyship wildly gesturing, and pointing at the basket, the man finally figured out we are interested in his goods.

He gurgled at us in his strange speech, and opened the flap of the basket, which was full of, what seemed to be at the time, cotton balls dyed the slightest tint of pink.

Her Ladyship carefully poked one of them with her finger, and the ball wiggled a little and made a baby-like sound, revealing two beady eyes and a tiny snout, reminiscent of that of a lamb.

I have never seen Her Ladyship so enamoured of anything - and I accompany her whenever she goes shopping!

Despite my bewilderment, I managed to compose myself and started inquiring about the price by showing the man different amount of coins. This proved entirely pointless, as the man furrowed his eyebrows and gurgled at me angrily whenever I added to the already existing stack; the same went for different types of jewels, finest cloth bales, and other goods we acquired earlier this day for Her Ladyship.

Her Ladyship looked more and more upset as the trader was turning down all of our offers; I myself was at the wits' end - and I don't know how this all would end if it weren't for a young Elven ambassador who happened to pass through the market at that exact moment.

He gracefully placed himself in between me and the strange man, introduced himself as Faewyn, and proceeded to translate the guttural noises to me and Her Ladyship.

The pup turned out to be a female "griffling"; The trader assured us (through Faewyn's mellow voice) that it will not grow to be bigger than a cat, and that it has a gentle disposition; it requires to be brushed every day as its' wooly coat has tendency to get matted; it also needs to be walked twice a day in order to "do its' business" (what an unusual colloquialism!).

Unfortunately, it also seems that I've deeply offended the trader by attempting to pay him, as his religion only allows to trade well-beloved goods of sentimental value, and only with the intended recipient of the "gift".

Her Ladyship pursed her lips, and after what felt like an eternity under the scrutinising eye of the trader, she decidedly took off her favourite pair of shoes, and handed them to the trader, who accepted the offer with a satisfied grunt; thus, our business was concluded".

- a letter from Secretary Rastiis Pregox to Count Molazzo

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Characters/world ©Kalabash92

Description

"Ohmygosh, Kalabash, TWO uploads in ONE day?"

I know, I know. Don't lose your mind over this, as my photographic mini-series was much faster to put together than drawing something from scratch

This cute little pupper belongs to my original species called "grifflings". They are commonly owned by aristocracy in some parts of the world I created.

You might remember my very jank drawing called "The Countess" - she is the Fifilena's owner.

Lore shenanigans below.

--

"Dear Count,

It is my pleasure to inform you that Her Ladyship finally made up her mind in regard to which pet she wants.

I must admit, I wasn't convinced Faliimontis was the best place to search for one (on the account that nearly every creature here is either blind or very slimy), but it just so happened that the kingdom's market was thriving today due to some local festivity, and many exotic traders opened stalls for the duration of three moons.

Her Ladyship was delighted by Faerie dragons, but they proved too difficult to handle, given they deemed Her Ladyship's wig to be a splendid nesting place and nearly set it on fire twice in a very short amount of time She attempted to hold them.

Raccoon foxes were next in line, but Her Ladyship quickly changed her mind after hearing they have very specific... territorial needs. Considering the cost of renovating Summer's Palace, along with the prices of all imported furniture You assembled for Her Ladyship's enjoyment, She was rightfully concerned.

After raccoon foxes, Her Ladyship perused a variety of exotic birds, but wouldn't settle for any on the account of them being "too noisy" and "defecating everywhere".

I was about to suggest that we return to the carriage, and seek a companion for Her Ladyship elsewhere - but I was interrupted by a strange whimpering sound, which was coming from a rather large basket held by an incredibly strange-looking man. This man looked permanently surprised, and spoke a language I've never heard before; I am actually not convinced he was saying real words on the account of the bizarre guttural and throatal sounds he produced upon opening his mouth.

Between me trying to explain our business, and Her Ladyship wildly gesturing, and pointing at the basket, the man finally figured out we are interested in his goods.

He gurgled at us in his strange speech, and opened the flap of the basket, which was full of, what seemed to be at the time, cotton balls dyed the slightest tint of pink.

Her Ladyship carefully poked one of them with her finger, and the ball wiggled a little and made a baby-like sound, revealing two beady eyes and a tiny snout, reminiscent of that of a lamb.

I have never seen Her Ladyship so enamoured of anything - and I accompany her whenever she goes shopping!

Despite my bewilderment, I managed to compose myself and started inquiring about the price by showing the man different amount of coins. This proved entirely pointless, as the man furrowed his eyebrows and gurgled at me angrily whenever I added to the already existing stack; the same went for different types of jewels, finest cloth bales, and other goods we acquired earlier this day for Her Ladyship.

Her Ladyship looked more and more upset as the trader was turning down all of our offers; I myself was at the wits' end - and I don't know how this all would end if it weren't for a young Elven ambassador who happened to pass through the market at that exact moment.

He gracefully placed himself in between me and the strange man, introduced himself as Faewyn, and proceeded to translate the guttural noises to me and Her Ladyship.

The pup turned out to be a female "griffling"; The trader assured us (through Faewyn's mellow voice) that it will not grow to be bigger than a cat, and that it has a gentle disposition; it requires to be brushed every day as its' wooly coat has tendency to get matted; it also needs to be walked twice a day in order to "do its' business" (what an unusual colloquialism!).

Unfortunately, it also seems that I've deeply offended the trader by attempting to pay him, as his religion only allows to trade well-beloved goods of sentimental value, and only with the intended recipient of the "gift".

Her Ladyship pursed her lips, and after what felt like an eternity under the scrutinising eye of the trader, she decidedly took off her favourite pair of shoes, and handed them to the trader, who accepted the offer with a satisfied grunt; thus, our business was concluded".

- a letter from Secretary Rastiis Pregox to Count Molazzo

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Characters/world ©Kalabash92