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Julian had arrived at the Nook skinny and malnourished. While a majority of the Wynglings who showed up at the Nook we're due to parents giving them up voluntarily, Julian was apart of the minority who showed up because of other reasons. His parents had died and there had been no one to take him in.
Alma’s heart had sunk when she heard of what had happened. Julian, being a descendant from a long line or Royal officials, had been on his way to Wynsiph with his parents on important business. The wagon that the family had taken had tipped off of a ravine and only at the last minute had Julian's mother tossed him from the cart, saving her only child from deaths cruel touch. Julian had been scratched up and understandably petrified when Russel found him hobbling towards town while on his usual patrol around the towns perimeter. After hours of coaxing, Julian had managed to give Russel enough clues and landmarks to point out where his parents cart had fallen off of the cliff. Upon handing Julian off to Alma later that evening, Russell had informed her that his parents could have survived, but due to not receiving treatment quickly enough, they had died due to their injuries leaving the small ribbon tailed boy orphaned.
Julian didn’t have to be told that his parents had died to have put two and two together. He was old enough to understand what it meant when Alma showed him to his new room, but young enough to have sobbed uncontrollably when Alma had accompanied him to the funeral.
Going from having everything that a small boy could ask for to absolutely nothing left Julian angry, confused and utterly empty. He had no appetite, and continued to lose weight, all while avoiding the children around him.
He was bitter with them, though it wasn’t their fault. How was it fair that although they had been given up, their parents were still alive? His parents had still wanted him and had loved him unconditionally, and yet they had been cruelly ripped away from him as if none of that affection had ever even mattered. It wasn’t fair. It would NEVER be fair.
But if it had never happened, he would have never met her.

Arlo had been a little bit younger when she lost her parents to illness. They had been a happy couple, singing songs every night while playing guitar and building forts outside out of flowers for their young daughter. Arlo’s parents, Marley and Angie, had been considered some of the strangest and yet the most accepting people in town, and many of their friends had celebrated when the news of their pregnancy was announced. It hadn’t been long after Arlo had begun to walk and talk that sickness had struck their tiny household. Arlo had contracted the illness but was the only one of the three to get any better. Angie had struggled to take all three of them to the ER, but after a week of intense medical care, only Arlo had been lucky enough to leave. Alma had accompanied her to the funeral as well, but Arlo didn’t cry. Her mother used to brag about how little she had cried, and if not crying could make her mother happy in life, then little Arlo suspected that it would do the same in death. She would be strong for her mother, and continue to make those around her happy just like her parents had done while alive.
Many of her parents friends wanted to take her, but lack of money or room had prevented them from helping. They still send her care packages occasionally however, and sometimes pictures of her parents to let her know that the town still cared. Two lives had been lost unforgivingly, and the town wanted their only daughter to understand she had been loved.
Despite feeling broken, Arlo showed kindness to those around her as a way to forget how she was feeling, and often pulled quiet gro’s off to the side to join her in weaving crowns and baskets to get their minds off of whatever was making them feel bad.

When news got around that a new Wyngling had arrived at the Nook, no one had batted an eye. It wasn’t until word got out that he had only arrived because of an accident that people began to notice he was there. Arlo had been able to find him pretty quickly, the small yellowish boy with the curly locks and the ribbon tail. He looked pitiful as he lay on a pillow in the corner of the room, his eyes closed and his face scrunched up in a hard expression. Arlo moved closer to him, intending to begin a conversation, but she stopped once she noticed that he had been sleeping. She watched as his breathing quickened in his sleep and a tear rolled down his cheek. He was having a bad dream.
Arlo curled up beside him, not to fall asleep, but to make sure that he would wake up okay. At the very least she needed to stay to make sure that she could wake him if his dream got to be too bad. She pulled a small blanket over to him and placed it over his shaking form, and then used her paw to brush his sweaty bangs from his eyes. He was burning up, and his cheeks we're flushed. Fearing the worst due to her past, Arlo quickly fetched Alma, who took him back to his room to be properly cared for.

It was weeks before Arlo and Julian had crossed paths again. He was still quiet and reclusive, and he still had dark bags below his eyes, but his body was beginning to thicken again and he seemed a little less physically miserable than before. Arlo offered the boy a smile as she walked past him, and though he didn’t return it she was still able to catch the curiosity that flashed over his eyes as they walked their separate ways.
In the end it was Julian who came to Arlo looking for a friend. He had followed her out to the field beside the Nook one day and walked as she quietly picked flowers and placed them in a lazily made grass basket. When Arlo had noticed him, she simply ushered him over and instructed him on what to do, and he had began without question.
Day after day, the two met in the same spot and collected flowers for Arlo to make more crowns, or to weave into handmade baskets, and Julian had helped her until he had slowly began to learn how to weave on his own.

Their friendship began quietly, but eventually the two found solid ground within each other. Both had lost their parents in tragic ways, and both we're looking for an anchor to help them grieve.

And both of them had found it.

Lowkey forgot to post this before the actual story page
Im going to be putting their story pieces in order in a journal page most likely though
Mostly because Im probably going to be posting a lot of story stuff for these two out of order other than the comic pages
Hopefully it wont be that difficult though lmfao

Also I feel the need to clarify that I dont mean for this to sound like Julian is related to the King at all
He is just related to a family in Antova with a lot of power in the kingdom, due to their relations with the king (Royal guards)
So im not trying to play him off as a prince or anything lmao
I just dont know the termology for what I wanted him to be right now, so look forward to the justification later lmao

UPGRADES

+ Pupils (For both)
-

5/ 702

Julian and Arlo are mine
Wyngro

Description

Julian had arrived at the Nook skinny and malnourished. While a majority of the Wynglings who showed up at the Nook we're due to parents giving them up voluntarily, Julian was apart of the minority who showed up because of other reasons. His parents had died and there had been no one to take him in.
Alma’s heart had sunk when she heard of what had happened. Julian, being a descendant from a long line or Royal officials, had been on his way to Wynsiph with his parents on important business. The wagon that the family had taken had tipped off of a ravine and only at the last minute had Julian's mother tossed him from the cart, saving her only child from deaths cruel touch. Julian had been scratched up and understandably petrified when Russel found him hobbling towards town while on his usual patrol around the towns perimeter. After hours of coaxing, Julian had managed to give Russel enough clues and landmarks to point out where his parents cart had fallen off of the cliff. Upon handing Julian off to Alma later that evening, Russell had informed her that his parents could have survived, but due to not receiving treatment quickly enough, they had died due to their injuries leaving the small ribbon tailed boy orphaned.
Julian didn’t have to be told that his parents had died to have put two and two together. He was old enough to understand what it meant when Alma showed him to his new room, but young enough to have sobbed uncontrollably when Alma had accompanied him to the funeral.
Going from having everything that a small boy could ask for to absolutely nothing left Julian angry, confused and utterly empty. He had no appetite, and continued to lose weight, all while avoiding the children around him.
He was bitter with them, though it wasn’t their fault. How was it fair that although they had been given up, their parents were still alive? His parents had still wanted him and had loved him unconditionally, and yet they had been cruelly ripped away from him as if none of that affection had ever even mattered. It wasn’t fair. It would NEVER be fair.
But if it had never happened, he would have never met her.

Arlo had been a little bit younger when she lost her parents to illness. They had been a happy couple, singing songs every night while playing guitar and building forts outside out of flowers for their young daughter. Arlo’s parents, Marley and Angie, had been considered some of the strangest and yet the most accepting people in town, and many of their friends had celebrated when the news of their pregnancy was announced. It hadn’t been long after Arlo had begun to walk and talk that sickness had struck their tiny household. Arlo had contracted the illness but was the only one of the three to get any better. Angie had struggled to take all three of them to the ER, but after a week of intense medical care, only Arlo had been lucky enough to leave. Alma had accompanied her to the funeral as well, but Arlo didn’t cry. Her mother used to brag about how little she had cried, and if not crying could make her mother happy in life, then little Arlo suspected that it would do the same in death. She would be strong for her mother, and continue to make those around her happy just like her parents had done while alive.
Many of her parents friends wanted to take her, but lack of money or room had prevented them from helping. They still send her care packages occasionally however, and sometimes pictures of her parents to let her know that the town still cared. Two lives had been lost unforgivingly, and the town wanted their only daughter to understand she had been loved.
Despite feeling broken, Arlo showed kindness to those around her as a way to forget how she was feeling, and often pulled quiet gro’s off to the side to join her in weaving crowns and baskets to get their minds off of whatever was making them feel bad.

When news got around that a new Wyngling had arrived at the Nook, no one had batted an eye. It wasn’t until word got out that he had only arrived because of an accident that people began to notice he was there. Arlo had been able to find him pretty quickly, the small yellowish boy with the curly locks and the ribbon tail. He looked pitiful as he lay on a pillow in the corner of the room, his eyes closed and his face scrunched up in a hard expression. Arlo moved closer to him, intending to begin a conversation, but she stopped once she noticed that he had been sleeping. She watched as his breathing quickened in his sleep and a tear rolled down his cheek. He was having a bad dream.
Arlo curled up beside him, not to fall asleep, but to make sure that he would wake up okay. At the very least she needed to stay to make sure that she could wake him if his dream got to be too bad. She pulled a small blanket over to him and placed it over his shaking form, and then used her paw to brush his sweaty bangs from his eyes. He was burning up, and his cheeks we're flushed. Fearing the worst due to her past, Arlo quickly fetched Alma, who took him back to his room to be properly cared for.

It was weeks before Arlo and Julian had crossed paths again. He was still quiet and reclusive, and he still had dark bags below his eyes, but his body was beginning to thicken again and he seemed a little less physically miserable than before. Arlo offered the boy a smile as she walked past him, and though he didn’t return it she was still able to catch the curiosity that flashed over his eyes as they walked their separate ways.
In the end it was Julian who came to Arlo looking for a friend. He had followed her out to the field beside the Nook one day and walked as she quietly picked flowers and placed them in a lazily made grass basket. When Arlo had noticed him, she simply ushered him over and instructed him on what to do, and he had began without question.
Day after day, the two met in the same spot and collected flowers for Arlo to make more crowns, or to weave into handmade baskets, and Julian had helped her until he had slowly began to learn how to weave on his own.

Their friendship began quietly, but eventually the two found solid ground within each other. Both had lost their parents in tragic ways, and both we're looking for an anchor to help them grieve.

And both of them had found it.

Lowkey forgot to post this before the actual story page
Im going to be putting their story pieces in order in a journal page most likely though
Mostly because Im probably going to be posting a lot of story stuff for these two out of order other than the comic pages
Hopefully it wont be that difficult though lmfao

Also I feel the need to clarify that I dont mean for this to sound like Julian is related to the King at all
He is just related to a family in Antova with a lot of power in the kingdom, due to their relations with the king (Royal guards)
So im not trying to play him off as a prince or anything lmao
I just dont know the termology for what I wanted him to be right now, so look forward to the justification later lmao

UPGRADES

+ Pupils (For both)
-

5/ 702

Julian and Arlo are mine
Wyngro