“The Knight-Commander and First Enchanter have been so thoroughly breathing down my neck that it’s a blessing they are not watching over my shoulder as I pen this.
Write soon – I miss your levity amongst all this chaos.
With love,
𝒞𝒽𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓈𝑒”
“Bethany,
I assure you, Mother is getting along just fine. Perhaps a little too fine, if you ask me. She’s amassed quite the collection of noble acquaintances. They are all as vacant as the rest of Hightown, as to be expected. But Mother is happy, so who am I to complain?”
//Been getting followed by so many amazing looking DA accounts lately! 😍 I’m sure I’ll have my muse back for Cherise...eventually. Thanks for the follows in the meantime ❤️
//Thanks for all the follows, everyone! Cherise is one of my favorite Hawkes so I’m thrilled to bring her into RP.
I’m not new to RP, and I’m always for looking for people to write with, so throw anything you’d like at me or send me a DM to plot!
@forkedroadinn *At last she picks up her tankard and takes a hearty sip, a faint foam moustache framing her smiling lips.* And what can I call you, then? Besides “innkeeper” or “hey, you”, because I’m sure you‘ve had enough of that already.
*She’s made a make-shift archery range in the Hawke estate — armour racks outfitted with old clothes from Lothering, stuffed with straw to give them dimension.
She stands on the second floor overlooking her targets, arrow nocked and bowstring pulled taut.*
@forkedroadinn Ooh, best not let my dwarf friend hear that. He’ll run your supply dry. Though I suppose that /is/ how business works. *Her hand returns to her coin pouch, and she procures the three gold to set down on the counter.* We’ll start with the rooms, thank you.