Ｓｋｙ

“𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘬𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘥𝘴… 𝘍𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘰𝘮.” #DNDRP | #FantasyRP | #ᴇʟᴜᴠᴇɪɴ

[Ｓｋｙ @bucerus]

— 𝐓𝐢𝐞𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐝

Shy | Awkward | Talented | Constant nervous wreck | Wanderer | 4’10” | Gentle | Prefers peaceful resolutions

#DNDRP | #FantasyRP | #ᴇʟᴜᴠᴇɪɴ

[Ｓｋｙ @bucerus]

@CrimsxnRite “I’m used to them.” She reached up and felt the tip of either, ensuring no fabric tore and stayed behind up there. “But they can still be a nuisance.”

[Ｓｋｙ @bucerus]

@CrimsxnRite Not being able to see through the fabric blocking her eyes, the Tiefling looked in the general direction of Anna’s voice. “Well — yeah.”

[Ｓｋｙ @bucerus]

@CrimsxnRite The flailing stops, and Sky drops her arms to her sides. The vest is halfway over her head, with her right horn poking through the fabric by a few inches. “Or smaller horns.”

[ᴡᴏʟꜰꜱʙᴀɴᴇ @admalefic]

— 𝐖𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫

Cursed with Lycanthropy | Spiteful | Feral | Unsteady and Unpredictable | Impulsive | 5’2” | Paranoid | Untrusting | Recluse

#TESRP | #ᴇʟᴜᴠᴇɪɴ

[Ｓｋｙ @bucerus]

Donatos. “How deep does the water get?”

[Ｓｋｙ @bucerus]

From the tree to the lake itself, Sky surveyed the area. More than once she glanced to the tree line surrounding the lake. It could be the safest place in the world, but it did not hurt to be just a little paranoid.

Satisfied with what she saw, her attention shifted up to —

[Donatos Coilbone @DragoPally]

Eventually, the trees would part into what appeared to be a green rounded mirror of the midday sky. The water perfectly still but for the ripples from a few ducks on the far end.

Interrupting the green by the shore was a lone tree, shade providing branches and leaves hanging—

[Ｓｋｙ @bucerus]

And the whole time Sky was glancing between the one carrying her, and the direction of their destination. She did not make any attempts to stir up a conversation. For a bard, she was awfully shy.

[Donatos Coilbone @DragoPally]

Given that his usually carry weight, arms and armor and gear included was 147 pounds or thereabouts, carrying her was practically child’s play.

In no time, the two were out plaza, through the city gates and moving towards the woods, and the lake.

[Ｓｋｙ @bucerus]

And upon being lifted there was a small yelp from the Tiefling, but she quickly settled in. She was probably light enough to where she didn’t even feel her.

[Donatos Coilbone @DragoPally]

He doesn’t mind in the least.

He’ll be scooping her up into a princess carry now. Luckily for them, the sun will be at his back as they leave the city.

[Ｓｋｙ @bucerus]

She… Supposes she could go.

But only if she’s carried. She has short legs, and if she has to walk she��ll only slow down the trip.

[Donatos Coilbone @DragoPally]

Not too far, honestly, he could probably comfortably carry her the distance.

It’s maybe fifteen minutes outside of town? And the latter few minutes of that are moving under the shade of the woods themselves.

[Ｓｋｙ @bucerus]

Well —

How far is it..? Normally she would decline, but it’s too hot out to turn down an opportunity to cool off.

[Donatos Coilbone @DragoPally]

As someone born with both horns, and ear frills, he gets it.

But, she is quite cute, nonetheless.

Incidentally, she never did answer as to whether she wanted to join him for a swim in the lake.

[Ｓｋｙ @bucerus]

Occasionally people compliment her horns, but she hates them. They get in the way.

[Donatos Coilbone @DragoPally]

Maybe not vertically, but height isn’t everything. He’s sure she’s got some attractive attributes.

[Ｓｋｙ @bucerus]

No fair. She at well growing up, and she got nothing out of it.

[Donatos Coilbone @DragoPally]

He eats all his food groups.

And also was born a Dragonborn. They’re just built different.

[Ｓｋｙ @bucerus]

How the frick can somebody be so tall

[Donatos Coilbone @DragoPally]

She could always stand in his shadow, if she likes.

He also knows a lovely lake in the nearby woods if she’d like to cool off.

[ᴡᴏʟꜰꜱʙᴀɴᴇ @admalefic]

— 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫

Stormcloak Deserter | Mercenary | Vengeful | Not the brightest | 6’2” | Blunt | Cold | Jaded | Last of her Clan | Predictably suspicious of strangers

#TESRP | #FantasyRP | #ᴇʟᴜᴠᴇɪɴ

[Ｓｋｙ @bucerus]

her size — was picked up as she sat down on the edge of the stage. Following a brief study of the crowd before her, the Tiefling hurriedly glanced down to her wine before beginning to sip it.

[Ｓｋｙ @bucerus]

The surprise of somebody speaking to her nearly had her jump from her seat, though she was fortunate to catch herself and not lose where she was in the music. She had glanced up just in time to catch the Huntress turning away, but in her surprise she had not found the ability —

[𝘏𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘈𝘯𝘯𝘢𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘩 𝘙𝘩𝘶𝘢𝘯 @CrimsxnRite]

The Huntress was a reserved and quiet woman but she gave a soft smile at the Tiefling and placed the glass near her feet "For your beautiful playing. You deserve something to get through this too" Said Annabeth as she started to walk back to her client. Downing her glass of wine-

[Ｓｋｙ @bucerus]

to utter her thanks. Crimson irises glanced to the glass on the floor, and then her focus returned to the music.

When her employer had signaled for the music to stop, Sky complied promptly and got down from her seat. The glass of wine — which was more than enough for somebody —

[Ｓｋｙ @bucerus]

being the case, she did not see when Annabeth had taken the time to look her over. Additionally, the Tiefling remained entirely oblivious as the other approached the edge of the stage.

[Ｓｋｙ @bucerus]

While not dressed as extravagantly as the dancing nobles, Sky had donned the nicest clothes she possessed: a ruffled white blouse and black pants. For shoes she had to resort to her everyday black leather boots, but she had been sure to clean and polish them as best she could. —

[𝘏𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘈𝘯𝘯𝘢𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘩 𝘙𝘩𝘶𝘢𝘯 @CrimsxnRite]

Starter for: @bucerus

Title: Bloody ballads
Annabeth was not here to dance, she was not here to party with these nobles. The Blood-Hunter was here to protect one of them. Sir Aaron of Cloakwood. Unlike all the guests who wore fine gowns and silk suits Annabeth wore her half-

[Ｓｋｙ @bucerus]

That night she had brought with her none of her own instruments. Instead a golden harp with silver strings had been set on the stage for her.

She was not once for socializing. For most of the time she played she kept her gaze lowered, avoiding eye-contact with the crows. That —