And to 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝙙𝙞𝙚, please 𝙩𝙧𝙮 to 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙
That for 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝙙𝙞𝙚, 𝘸𝘦 𝙩𝙧𝙮 the best 𝘸𝘦 𝙘𝙖𝙣
With 𝘰𝘶𝘳 one foot in the 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙚
While the other one's 𝙠𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣' its way right down to 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥
She'd stood before the professor could finish her request. Maybe it earned her a few stares, maybe her rep plummetted more than it already hasーit mattered little. A few chores is no tall task. Except .. teacher made mention of @ruinwielder to accompany her, wherever is he?
@ashendivinity ( The steam from the cup melts the scrunch on her nose, its scent breathing life back into her lungs )
Many thanks.
( Palms wrap casually around the body )
The morn yet wake our friends yet here you are. Why?
𝑉𝑒𝑟𝑦 well articulated! You've a knack for diplomacy, it seems. Shame that the good people of Fodlan's a long way from radical thought; then perhaps we wouldn't be this knee deep in a continent-wide conflict they themselves orchestrated.
[A nod. It was the burden of being on the outside.]
Language is having a barrier formed by words. But grasping it’s understanding does not always mean that others will have willingness to understand you. There is a barrier we have with words, but there is a second one… with —
( The mess hall, made messier despite recent renovations, had planks and bolts pushed in a lone corner. Some Gwyneira thinks she could kick them at his face for the petty transgression of commanding her sit still. But she discards the thought as quickly as it came )
Why would anyone break a poor, [he looks at the one next to gwyn,] innocent, [he checks the two across from her as well] chair?
Well, it might be here somewhere, but I'm too hungry to keep looking. And no, actually. There was no real reason, beside... childish rebellion, I --
@blaiddydbearer It is certainly a most rigorous process; tall are the demands and taller our duties. Especially nowadays where it is insufficient to bear heirs. I cannot fault you for taking your time.
.. Except seeking Sylvain for aid. I shudder to think you'd share similar tastes with him.
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ᅠᅠ𝐈𝐈.ᅠᅠMORROW to the GARREG MACH BATTLE
— she who bears the minor crest of charon sails a late return to fodlan, crown heavy and shoulders laden, in pursuit of wishful respite in the guise of a generous sovereign until home beckons depart
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