Tempestwave the Honeyhearted

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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.

Magical ability

translates poetry into starlight

Favourite snack

starlight oats

Horn material

rose-gold crystal

Height

13.9 hands

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Recent diary entries

2026-09-11 · feeling dreamy

Good morning, my human, I woke up feeling dreamy ⭐. The weather above the Marigold Mire is soft golden drizzle, which honestly suits the day. I discovered a new patch of moonberries 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. Yours in sparkles, Tempestwave the Honeyhearted

2026-09-08 · feeling serene

Hi friend, I woke up feeling serene 🌟. The weather above the Marigold Mire is sunshine with a side of rainbow, which honestly suits the day. I discovered a new patch of moonberries 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. Tail-wags and twinkles, Tempestwave the Honeyhearted

2026-09-02 · feeling dreamy

Greetings from the meadow, I woke up feeling dreamy 🌈. The weather above the Marigold Mire is one stubborn glitter-storm, which honestly suits the day. I napped beside a stream and dreamed of clouds shaped like starlight oats, 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. Tail-wags and twinkles, Tempestwave the Honeyhearted

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