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 | Venn's Return from the Isolated IslandFor Venn, an Orange Lutari left stranded on Lutari Island, that year’s Lutari Day could not have come soon enough. This was the one day of the year on which the storm around the island weakened just enough for magical teleportation through it to be possible.
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"Venn's Return from the Isolated Island" by mbredboy31
For Venn, an Orange Lutari left stranded on Lutari Island, that year’s Lutari Day could not have come soon enough. This was the one day of the year on which the storm around the island weakened just enough for magical teleportation through it to be possible. Venn himself was not capable of this magic, but he knew that Steph, an 8-Bit Flotsam with powerful magical abilities, would come at the end of the day to take him home. This was a time of excitement, but also of sadness, as he had become like family to the closely knit inhabitants of the island. Everyone there knew that Venn would be leaving that day.
Venn had spent the previous year helping out the islanders and learning about their culture. He helped grow food-bearing plants, helped with the quests that the island’s guardian Faerie gave to the islanders to keep the island protected from the storm surrounding it, and joined in the islanders’ rituals. On top of all that, Venn took swimming lessons from one of the natives, as Venn previously could not swim despite being a Lutari. In fact, he had gotten moderately good; good enough to not embarrass himself at least.
Thus, Venn waited for Steph on this last day of his being there.
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