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Fawn · thirteen creatures
The Tenders
They keep you safe by tending everyone else first.
Soft wet-folds, rounded and organic, reaching and offering postures, many gentle hands, mirror-surfaces, edges that blur into the background. Blush, rose, warm honey, mother-of-pearl. The garden, the hearth, the shallows where forms merge.
When this tribe settles
The creature keeps its warmth but regains its own outline. It stops dissolving into others.