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@wildfaewhump I finished my fae ✨

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omgggggg they’re so CUTE!!! and wow that dappled light rendering is

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Mother of wishes.

Origin of fae. 

Rumors exist, whispered over teacups, hushed in tavern shadows, rumors about a great beast deep in the woods. 

A beast with the face of a mother. A beast with no face at all.

Taker of children and bearer of changelings.  

Whenever I think about fae I think about changelings and I wanted to incorporate that into my fantasy world: 

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Mother of wishes.

Origin of fae. 

Rumors exist, whispered over teacups, hushed in tavern shadows, rumors about a great beast deep in the woods. 

A beast with the face of a mother. A beast with no face at all.

Taker of children and bearer of changelings.  

Whenever I think about fae I think about changelings and I wanted to incorporate that into my fantasy world: 

So the mother of wishes was born! 

She is an ancient being, holding the universe inside her belly. 

Centuries past, she found a crying child, abandoned in the woods and asked: “What is it that you wish for, little one?” 

When the child answered, “For the world to make sense. For sounds not to hurt and for starlight to keep tasting like honey. For the freedom to move my body in ways that make sense.”, she smiled and swallowed the child whole. 

That night she laid an egg, hatching the very first fae, and in doing so granting the child’s wish. Its new body now matched the magic its old one had held. 

The child’s parents, who had sent it into the woods to perish, nearly died of fear when they saw its face high up in the trees. Back in the village they told their tale with bulging eyes. Hands shaking as they declared their babe had been stolen and replaced with a monster. It hadn’t ever been their fault they’d raised such a strange child. 

Thus the myth of changelings came to be. 

The ancient one kept finding children in the woods. All of them, crying. All of them, she granted their wish.

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