/ hie alab.... there would be moments where sickness would interfere with her duty, but she was so very determined. a chronically ill woman being able to still make big achievements is very special to us π₯Ί..
/ our salt cellar's hair used to be black when she was younger, but it would lighten during the years as her illness fought the sun's warmth ... her hair being black again only in the realm of the dead would be so π₯Ή,,, I feel she is also so pale for these reasons
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βͺ βambushed..β, she mumbles with a grim expression. yes.. the sole surviving knight of kala namak knew of that now. β«
I am pleased you evaded him. is this cookie known for.. this?
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"I had been ambushed," she explains softly, eyes fluttering closed.
"Butter Roll Cookie... he wanted a sample of me, so he cut my hair while I was fighting him."
Her facial markings faintly light up.
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you would be correct. but this would seemingly be the will of lord commander, not.. a mere extension.
βͺ she rests the back of her hand against divine milk's forehead. β«
.. she is native to the faeriewood. so I do believe she finds comfort in her home.
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