Nylah ✨ Joni

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A duo of writers working on their debut MM Romantasy novel~ 🌙 Nylah Neptune 🌙 ☀️ Joni Chance ☀️ The Falconer's Prince: Dev Edit (59%) https://scribingstardust.wordpress.com/

Picture of the two main characters from The Falconer's Prince set to the song Back to Friends
Video of Nylah writing on her laptop to the audio from The Princess Bride "alright let's see where were we? Oh yes the pit of despair"
Two images of Prince Indra from The Falconer's Prince with the audio saying "I'm sorry I hurt your feelings when I called you stupid. I thought you already knew."
Emotional damage that was given to the MCs in The Falconer's Prince
Art of Indra and Tazzire from the Falconer's Prince set to this conversation: "In fact, between my brains and your brawn, we make a pretty good team." "We do, but I have both brains and brawn." "True, but I have the personality and the winning smile." "Ha ha" "Was that a laugh? Did I make you laugh, Tazzire?"
"Convincing you to read our Romantasy WIP with the first paragraph" on art of two men. The one on the left has shoulder length dark hair, blue eyes, and plenty of gold jewelry. The one on the right is taller, has shoulder length blond hair, and red eyes.
"He was always in the dark" on a hand reaching out into blue light "Until" on transition darkness "He showed him the light" on a different hand reaching out into golden light
A tan cat resting her chin on a wooden table.
Samune started at the base of the mountains and spread out from there, the population boom too fast for the local craftsmen to keep up with. They passed by houses and shops that were fully wood and gave off the impression they were built in a day and could be taken down in less. The closer they traveled to the mountains, the more stone was included in building designs, providing much needed stability to the structures. The rock here was lined deep orange and gray, nothing like the pale whites and yellows of the palace.
A familiar high-pitched voice pulled him from his thoughts. Tazzire raised his gloved hand eagerly. Flitting down from her roost, the large hawk settled herself on the leather covering of Tazzire’s hand. She was a deep brown on her outer feathers with the inner feathers a mesmerizing pattern of white and black lines. A large orange eye inspected his face and the white stripe of feathers on her crown raised as if in question. “Hello there. Ready to take on the day too, then? Best go check on the old geezer before he starts shouting.”
Prince Indra turned to Tazzire with his nose upturned. “This is the place your friend recommended? Clearly he wants us to be killed.” Tazzire snorted and gave Prince Indra a little push. “Come on now, it’s just a bar. I’m sure you’ll feel different after we get a few beers in you. Unclench that prestigious ass of yours and let’s get in there.” He left the Prince spluttering and red-faced as he pushed open the wooden door. A wall of thick smoke and sound enveloped his senses. Boisterous laughter, clanks of metal mugs on tables, and the shuffles of cards.
Physical copy of The Darkness Outside Us by Eliot Schrefer
His bedroom was dark when he entered it, the bay window revealing no moon and barely any stars. Wisps of clouds painted the sky almost as an afterthought. With each step across the room, Indra undid buckles and clasps, stripping away belts and cuffs and jewelry until the light blue river of linen hung loosely over his shoulders, the matching sarouel much more comfortable without the jewel embedded belts around his waist.
Tazzire shifted, his leg brushing against Indra’s knee. His mouth opened wider as if to speak, but the touch was enough to jerk Indra back to his feet, grabbing the salve lid on the way. He took an unsteady step backwards. The new angle of him looking down at the other man was enough to restart his brain and allow him to find his station again.
A travel brochure of the fictional city of Prasthana, which is the capital of Astralicia in our WIP The Falconer's Prince. The brochure includes how to contact us, images of stone architecture, and an image of a golden statue with wings meant to be the sun goddess the people of Astralicia worship.
AITA for doing what I can to be King? I (22M) am the youngest prince, so of course when my mother the Queen (48F) gives me a fighting chance to be King, I'm going to take it. I brought along this bird brained former soldier (26M) that knows the area. He probably left it for a reason, but what does that matter? Now he's yelling at me for learning about these dumb rocks that "started a war" or whatever. Like dude chill. I'm just trying to get whatever edge I can.