The Peridoctus is an ancient bestiary containing the mysteries and origins of the Peridot species. This recently discovered thousands-year-old book bears signs of age and neglect and is in the process of being restored by members of the PKS. Check back monthly as we share updates on our progress.
You are about to embark upon a journey that started thousands of years ago, when a magical species known as Peridots graced this Earth. Where they came from, no one knows. To speculate is to pursue a fool’s errand, for their kinship and kindness are all that matter. Rumors of their existence predate those of the unicorn and pixy, and like the unicorn and pixy, the Peridot is thought of as nothing more than fantasy.
PERIDOT INTRODUCTION TO A NEW WORLD … AND HUMAN
A long, long time ago, before there was the world we know today, there was a simple land with simple trees and simple birds. to capture one’s thoughts. There was little to this world, except for rocks, dirt, and grass…
PERIDOT AND HUMAN LEARN ABOUT WHIMSY
The Purple One and the human grew closer with each passing hour, day, and night. A week had gone by and Kee was noticeably older and bigger. “Soon, it can help me with bigger tasks,” thought the human…
After much tending, day in and day out, the Purple One grew from a young adult to a fully grown one. The human took pride in the Peridot’s increasing sense of responsibility. It could live on its own, and in the chance that it would…
Origins of the Peridot Keeper Society
Several months passed since Kee, the Purple One, said goodbye to its bearded friend. Sadness spread from one human to the next, but lasted briefly. Humans understood they were no different from the bearded man. One day – perhaps one day soon – their Peridot would leave them as well. No one could break the forceful pull of the Peridot’s animal instinct. Every human agreed, at least to themselves, that once a Peridot leaves their care, it may be gone but never is it forgotten. Happy moments are just a memory away.
The Role Not Traveled
Olo, our friend with the yellow body and white limbs, inspired the annoyance of many. A mischievous sort, Olo drummed up tricks and ruses that frustrated humans and Peridots alike. Sure, there was laughter from humans—or more so, the occasional guffaw. Maybe a titter or two. A weekly chuckle perhaps. But seldom a chorus of giggles or chortles. Those who laughed were never the object of the trick. Once they were, they never laughed with Olo again.
The Little Differences
Vida sported six pronged feathers in the proximity of what would be a Peridot’s tail. The plumage was sprawling and aquatic. Their colors possessed a certain depth of blue, only to be matched by the depth of blue of Vida’s caboose. Their ears and hind legs were turquoise and lithe. Their chest and front legs were white as snow … which, at the time of their birth, Vida had yet to see. Their face was a mixture of blue and gray, maudlin colors that did not reflect Vida’s mood or spirit. This was a vibrant, plucky companion. No human keeper had seen such a unique Peridot, for up to that point, diversity of the species remained confined to a few colors, a few tails, and a few ruffles around one’s head. Vida’s magnetism charmed many a human, some of whom hoped that their next Peridot would be as beautiful as, if not more so than, Vida.
Everyone admired Vida for their selflessness, and other Peridots strived to be like them. But when Vida became a teenager, the idolatry came to an end. While their gesture to create “Little Kingdoms for One and All” impacted Peridots and their keepers profoundly, Vida stumbled through life just like every other Peridot. They were no less clumsy, no less awkward, no less unknowing, and no less in need of companionship.
Lost & Found
No one had seen anything like it. Peridots had now traveled the earth for dozens of years, expanded the reaches of their original land, made friends with thousands of humans. Yet no one – be it a human or Peridot – had ever come across anything like Anza.
A Faraway Land
After years away, the Purple One returned to visit the campgrounds which they once called home. The campgrounds comprised more humans than Kee remembered. More Peridots too. Lots more. The grounds themselves were now home to two schools, a Tawnis’s sanatorium (a veritable herald’s square with a primitively fashioned stage) and a cobbler’s shop, where humans would barter rare fruits and veg for sturdier sandals. Huts were aplenty and sheltered families of up to four people and two Peridots. Snug, yes. And cozy. To Kee, this was no mere village, but a little world, where everyone had a purpose and a place and somewhere to make friends.
To Those Who Wait
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