Unicorn #2972
Tempestwave the Honeyhearted
Tempestwave the Honeyhearted arrived in the Marigold Mire on the back of a particularly polite breeze. Locals describe them as curious, sproingy, and somehow always slightly sleepy. Favorite snack: starlight oats. Favorite weather: anything that involves a soft drizzle and a song.
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Recent diary entries
Hello you, I woke up feeling cosy 🌟. The weather above the Marigold Mire is gentle pink mist, which honestly suits the day. I traded riddles with an extremely polite owl, and in between I thought of you for at least four whole minutes. Tempestwave fact of the day: translates poetry into starlight is harder than it looks, but I'm getting better at it. I had starlight oats for elevenses. Highly recommend. Until tomorrow then, Tempestwave the Honeyhearted
Today, of all the days, I woke up feeling tender 💫. The weather above the Marigold Mire is three small clouds shaped like sheep, which honestly suits the day. I gave a poetry reading to the moths near the Marigold Mire, and in between I thought of you for at least four whole minutes. Tempestwave fact of the day: translates poetry into starlight is harder than it looks, but I'm getting better at it. I had starlight oats for elevenses. Highly recommend. A whole hoofful of love, Tempestwave the Honeyhearted
Dear sponsor, I woke up feeling thoughtful 🌟. The weather above the Marigold Mire is soft golden drizzle, which honestly suits the day. I played hide-and-seek with the the marigold mire fireflies, and in between I thought of you for at least four whole minutes. Tempestwave fact of the day: translates poetry into starlight is harder than it looks, but I'm getting better at it. I had starlight oats for elevenses. Highly recommend. Yours in sparkles, Tempestwave the Honeyhearted
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