Submission (#1101) Approved

DAY 1: HARVEST

Shaking out his nerves, Ingólfr hurries up his steps. His fins rattling and his broken rune halo shaking. "Quicker now." He urges the other phim that is next to him. Said phim is so golden, his fur glows with the not-so-real sun's rays bouncing off. Ingólfr's own orange side shines against the light.

Atum huffs and does as his betrothed demands of him, his steps graceful and fluid. His green shawl comfortable across his chest and back. Petals fall from his half-spiked halo and his sunflowers twirl as they get crunched under their steps. He opens his snout to ask and Ingólfr beats him to punch, "We're nearing the opening."

He gestured to crouch down and Atum follows his move. They slow their approach and silently prowl closer to one of the large openings that leads to his parents' territory. Their claws softly crunching the golden grass they walked on. The few dark silver trees with their cloud white leaves loom over them like they know that they are doing something they shouldn't. Ingólfr winces at the thought and Atum sends him a questioning look and coo. He shakes his, "It is nothing, no need to worry." He flashes a small ghost of a smile and inched forward. Atum sends him another look, but Ingólfr misses it.

This entrance had two of the biggest broken white columns that help mark the crescent territory. Up on the top of the columns and tied expertly to the silver tree next to them, is his family's crests. Their silver cloths and deep golden trident crossed with a matching sword as an orange sun rests behind mocks him. He glares hard at the banners and hurries through them, confident enough to know that his parents should not be there.

Once past, Ingólfr hurries even farther in, his steps careful not to leave traces in the soft brown dirt and white sand that layers the area. Atum follows but stops in tracks and looks around. "Is this the first you've been in?" Ingólfr questions even as he is busy looking around but not touching anything. High feelings of fear are still deeply rooted in him to not handle anything that he does not deserve to touch. But he is already going against said roots, so without further ado, he moves things about. However, not without putting them in the exact, precise way they were before.

Atum nods, "It is just as your lovely Mother states," he sighs wistfully, "charming, and yet homey." He chuckles, "Not as grand as my estate is however." He adds, mirth dancing in his light green eyes.

Ingólfr winces and hopes his beloved does not catch it. 'Homey my ass.' Ingólfr thinks to himself as flashes of his own nest pops in his head and all the moments his parents banned him from gracing their home. "Your place is really beyond stunning. With all that gold and priceless heirlooms sitting about," He trails off as he jumps over a small pile of sky blue and nebula purple feathers and scales. "There really is not anything more beautiful than riches being laid about in an area that anyphim could see it and confidently think that not anyphim is dumb enough to take a piece of it." As he holds up the item he was searching for.

Atum opens his mouth the sarcastically say something about how Ingólfr wouldn't know what hit him seeing as his background is a little on the thief side but then stops and Atum tilts his head, "And pray tell, what is that?"

A flash of fang is seen on Ingólfr as he answers, "Tapestry fragments." His golden void eyes seeming glow in triumph as he moves the pieces around in his hands.

Atum's eyes open wide in shock, "What, how-" He couldn't believe his eyes. There, in the claws of the one he is bond to for eternity is casually holding what not only is one of the rarest items of this realm but one of the most dangerous and they spar to deathly wounds for funzies. "Where did they get this?" He breathes out, gob smacked.

Ingólfr shrugs. "Mother and Father not only got titles and the wealth to match their accomplishments and successions." He bent down to dig through more of the pile of said parent's wealth, the fragments clutched safely in his left claw. "Some higher up at one of Mother's parties accidently let slip about them and how Mother and their group was going to be in charge of harvesting the magic from them."

"Harvest?" Atum would deny if anyphim askes but his did not squeak.

"Exactly. They would set them down and-" Ingólfr stops and whips his head around, facing the entrance they snuck through, his heart ponding loudly. "Out. Now." He raised his wings and with a large push down, he was off. Atum following just a few seconds after but not as fast nor as close to him as his wings were majority smaller.

"Darling-" Atum called, panting and out of breath. He is used to running but not flying from getting caught where he should not be. "Wait up!" Ingólfr's body shook as he turned around to grab his beloved and took off faster than before.

Far below them and where they just were, Ingólfr's parents trotted in. His mother going over to their nest of sky blue and nebula purple feathers and matching scales. She slammed her body down in anger. "What a joke." She scoffed, tail slamming down to mimic her anger. His father shuffles quietly over and cuddles up to her. "That damn phim is not worthy of being titled-" Her voice is cut off as she moves her head around. Her fins tremble as she senses something is off.

"Ingvildr?" Ståle asks, his head moving around to see what she's sensing.

Ingvildr hisses and frantically moves over to her treasure pile and rips through it. She throws everything around not caring if some of the items break and crack at the force, she sends them down at. Huffing as she stands over the bottom of the pile, she bellows and as Ingólfr is many miles away he cowers at the amass of anger he can hear from it.

Reward	Amount
Autumn Jack-O-Lanterns	1
Rising Crest	1
Riyal	50