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||Issue: 773 | 17th day of Running, Y19
|Soup Faerie Appreciation DayThey both owed much to faeries, which was why they were drawn to Faerieland. They wanted their future children raised in a place where such goodness was in evidence everywhere you looked. They knew they were making the right choice. Now, there was only one thing left to do.
They went to say goodbye.|
|Home Is Where The Heart Beats QuickThe Haunted Woods is the kind of place you grow up hearing stories about.
Elders pass down tales of ghosts and friends who never returned to wide eyed children who in turn butcher it a hundred different ways whispered among friends. When he was younger, it was ingrained in him that lying was the coward’s way out, but evidently that didn’t extend to adults who didn’t want you wandering off in the dark.|
|Old FriendShe hadn’t seen Ilere in at least three centuries.
Granted, Fyora was never obligated to visit all faeries for Thanksgiving dinner or anything, but even if she was she had a sinking feeling that Ilere wouldn’t want to see her anyway.|
|The Runaway Child Who Actually Helped OutWhile her three sisters were squabbling, Walda ran out the door in search of chocolate. No scorching blaze would ever stop her from getting the sweet, sugary taste. She arrived in Sakhmet and made her way through the crowd until she reached the Food Stall. She put her small amount of pocket money down on the table and asked the Shopkeeper, "Do you have any chocolate?"|
|Illusen's Day OffShe only ever got one day off a year. That would be Jhudora day, on which she had to watch Neopians celebrate her arch-nemesis. That wasn’t entirely why she didn’t give out quests, but it seemed to her to be a good a day as any other to get a well-deserved vacation. |
|The Forgotten HollowThe bundle of frilly lace and silk fell on her bed in a crumpled mess, but Qihirri ignored it, moving along to the dresser. Her petpet whined at her feet, pacing and twisting around her ankles as if he were a Kadoatie rather than the Doglefox he… once was.|
|To: the Dearest Sister of Mine, JhudoraDearest sister of mine,
Hope this letter finds you in the best of health. Gentle remember that my special day is coming soon, and I’m looking forward to receiving my present from you!
Lots of Love,
Illusen (P.S. Hope you like my gift to you last month on your special day)|
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"Illusen's Day Off" by sparktater
Poor Illusen had to deal with a lot of this- angry pets who had just missed out on their window for quest items, sending them back to the beginning. It wasn’t uncommon to get aggressive pets and even owners as a result. She had been threatened several times and with violence more than once. It made her long standing feud with Jhudora look like a playground disagreement!
Whilst on the whole she loved giving out faerie quests in her home of Meridell, she couldn’t deny it also presented its own problems. She looked over towards the Acara who was still standing by the door, now being screamed at by his furious owner who did indeed miss 1.5 million NP from her shop till. The Acara cheekily suggested being painted with said paint brush, only to be dragged away by the arm back home.
Illusen sighed. She had been living here giving out quests for 15 years, night and day. She hated to refuse a pet, even if they woke her up at 3am! She only ever got one day off a year. That would be Jhudora day, on which she had to watch Neopians celebrate her arch-nemesis. That wasn’t entirely why she didn’t give out quests, but it seemed to her to be a good a day as any other to get a well-deserved vacation. The true reason why, she had actually totally forgotten, along with why she hated Jhudora in the first place.
|The Top 5 Rarest Plushies |
I have attempted to create a list as accurate as possible, subject to the least amount of change and opinionative dispute. This is the Top 5 Rarest Plushies of Neopia!
|Do You Believe In Magic: Part One|
It was that the end of one of these eight hour shifts that Elwin now found himself stalking slowly home from. The day had been relatively standard, all things considered. Classes had been rote, lunch had been minimal, and stories had been written, but there had been…an incident.
|Return to Lynwood: Part Four|
A few of Isengrim’s thanes let out low growls at the Kougra, which Suhel cut short with a motion of her paw. Pharazon stared hard at the woman, his blue eyes narrowing.
Although Lexora looked like she wanted to pass out, she finally said, “C-Caradoc?! I thought I’d never see you again! When you left for the Woods and never came back—we all assumed the worst!”