« her usual location— another letter is left ‘pon her desk. ❝Uɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴏғ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇᴀʀ ᴡɪᴛɴᴇss, ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴇғᴜʟ ʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ sᴛᴀʀs ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟs sʜɪɴᴇ ʙʀɪɢʜᴛ. »
« her ears, followed by the distinct smell of burning wood despite being a few dozen yalms away. Eventually her journey would have her arrive at the at the source—a campfire; and 'twas at there she saw was graced with the sight of a familiar form resting in »
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« solitude upon the one of many crystals that surrounded them. Alabaster eyes fell upon the rogue as her hands found themselves placed onto her hips, approaching the male until she was a but a few fulms away. "I hope you did not wait overlong."
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When his gaze meets her translucent eyes of white, he once again remembers what she has sacrificed for the Scions. He ponders still, on what magic she has called ‘pon to not stumble blindly on the ground she trod upon— for her feet to not fail her. Thancred worries oftentimes »
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« for her. But he shan’t admit that— but he has... Obliquely, in the exquisite loops of his words. To aver one’s fancy, is to admit their care. However... Considering how ʟᴏɴɢ they have known one and another, ‘twould be a given that care would be had. But this...? ‘Twas no »
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« longer just care. ‘Tis far more than reverence. Whatever it might be, this feeling that coils in his heart— that whispers from the back of his mind, it could rattle the stars and level mountains. He observes her closely, seeking a twist of lips— whether it be the the smile »
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« that was hardly wonted or, the further press of lips together, in a frown. He does not know what he desires to find. Y’Shtola as always, remains ever the enigma that he seeks to unravel and fathom. Lips unfurl into a smile. ‘Tis as if the sun has made its home in the curve »
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« of his lips. Though ‘twas genuine, there was temerity too. Genuine, for he did not anticipate that she would grace him with her divine presence. For that, ‘tis gladness that fills his heart. Sʜᴇ ɪs sᴏ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪғᴜʟ, is the thought he grasps among the maelstrom of his mind »
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« that is never ending. Temerity, for he is not who he is without cheek. ❝‘Twas not long. I have only just arrived a moment ago. I was glad to wait, for short as I have, for you are worth the wait in all your elegance.❞ ‘Twas a lie. ‘Tis been quite some time since he has »
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« arrived. But he shall not tell her that. A another sigh is born, this time insouciant. His eyes flutter to a close, a moment of silence he takes before he speaks once more. ❝You must be wondering why I have called you here, yes? I vow I will keep this short for you, for »
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