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Issue: 1009 | 31st day of Hunting, Y26 |
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 | The Queen's Gratitude"Queen Fyora breathed a sigh of relief as she sat down at her desk in her office. Finally, back in her chambers after a long day filled with meetings, she was free to handle..."
by black_skull725 |  | Faeries Land"Xenia, a young Wocky witch, swung the end of her broom back and forth as she flew over the Faerieland woods on her way to the castle. Below, a tall tree that was cascading rainbows from its clouds distracted her...Collab with joanna_lewis
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"The Statue" by cyanlaststar888
Queenly duties take Fyora across Faerieland every day from morning until night. Physically, being made of pure magic, she can’t feel tired. Mentally, though, she is exhausted. Rebuilding the city, holding back the wraiths, bestowing quests upon Neopets, all while managing the rarities within the Hidden Tower, takes its toll. This day begins in the garden, where she is meeting Brynn for a status report on security threats to the kingdom. When Fyora arrives to the courtyard, pages are already setting up a table, filling it with paper and quills and tea. The Queen takes a moment to enjoy the gardens, smelling the jewel blossoms and snap Draiks. Farther away along the grounds, she hears the songflowers singing. Without even realising it, Fyora begins to wander down the cobblestone path through the expansive grounds. She passes the elaborate fountain, then the greenhouse, then the hedge maze. When she was younger, when Faerieland was still in the clouds, she would walk to the edge of the gardens and stare out at the vast expanse of Neopia below. Now, all she can see is the sheer face of the crater surrounding the garden on all sides. And the statue, of course. The one of the angry-looking Xweetox, poised mid-run, arms outstretched.
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 An Audience with the Queen
Sylvie crept through streets and narrow alleyways, darting from nook to nook, carefully avoiding the watchful eyes of any potential witnesses.
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 Fyora's Cooking Class
Fyora sighed as she pulled out her burned cookies. She looked down sadly at yet another failed recipe. Why was cooking and baking so hard for her?
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