Demented_Delila

Discord: You got it Skin/s and Bid/s: Floral Fox - 400 @1tzHyper

Discord: You got it Skins and Bids: Floral Fox - 350 @1tzHyper

Discord: You got it babe Skin/s and bid/s: Floral Fox - 300 @1tzHyper

Discord: You have it, babe Skin/s and bid/s: Floral Fox - 200 A Summer's Day Stroll - 120 @Isolde

Luisa Klaire, the mother of the Bride, gently shook her husband awake from his napping on the lounge beside her after the letter is brought to her. "At last... now what to get them as a wedding gift...?"

Dele Seregon , in speaking to her eldest daughter, felt the phrase "nani the ****?" in her soul, long before she ever understood the words. She just smiles and nods along to her daughter's antics, sipping tea, and maintaining mild confusion as to why "Humanism" is a thing when there's hundreds of years of Elven Blood on the hands of men...

Luisa Klaire's glasses glint in the low light of her bedroom in the dusk as she pushes them up her nose. Brandt's handwriting had always been messier then her own, even since they were children. Her gaze drifts across the page and what meager smile she had prior slipped away. Her lips furrow into a thin line and her honey brown hues could not help but gaze across the letter thrice more, before carefully pulling it to her chest. To hear of her older brother's death shook her to her core, the aging woman sitting down slowly at the desk she shared with her husband, the letter laid be

Fi’Maehr In Pursuit of New Knowledge Published 361 ES This newspaper was written on the part of several elves within Haense, in order to both familiarize our valah lliran with our habits and provide information to new elves entering the city. It should be expected Fi’Maehr will be posted every one to three elvish weeks, given time for the collection and articulation of information. Drink of the Year This year’s “Drink of the Year” has been declared a superbly rare vintage, the Curonic Mead at Wittenbach’s Warehaus, originally from F. Vintners and made in the

"...The **** is a Zannite?"

Fi’Maehr In Pursuit of New Knowledge Published 359 ES This newspaper was written on the part of several elves within Haense, in order to both familiarize our valah lliran with our habits and provide information to new elves entering the city. It should be expected Fi’Maehr will be posted every one to three elvish weeks, given time for the collection and articulation of information. Notable Mali in Haense Tarathiel Asul’onn of the Lily, Kastellen Steward of Karosgrad This edition’s notable mali is the well known Tarathiel Asul’onn, proprie

Dele Seregon pauses a moment, squinting at the name "Lothar Alimar" "...Huh, ain't that kind of funny- I could've... sworn- Ah. ****." She then went to find a certain Kharajyr.

Fi’Maehr In Pursuit of New Knowledge Published 358 ES This newspaper was written on the part of several elves within Haense, in order to both familiarize our valah lliran with our habits and provide information to new elves entering the city. It should be expected Fi’Maehr will be posted every two to three elvish weeks, to provide ample time for the writing and collection of articles. Notable Mali in Haense Renae Arvellon the Surgeon General This notable mali came to the scene as Surgeon General in the aftermath of the late Eleanor Barclay nee Am

Dele Seregon eyed the missive as her daughter showed it to her, shaking her head and very promptly shredding it. These shredded pieces are fed into the fire of their stove. "This does not concern you, Alyssa." @Orlesian

Dele eyed the notice left on the board, squinting. The mali'aheral genuinely wasn't sure what to make of this aside from confusion. Haense will be interesting to say the least. Luisa on the other hand ecstastically claps about this, moving along to go purchase a few so her son could have them for his collection!

7th of the Deep Cold, 6 SA Even the curious eye had known Dele’s presence was a peculiar one. Her early days marked by the Diarchy’s empowerment, and her later ones cloaked in mystery as to where she’d been. The sunny days of the mali’thill’s era in Laureh’thilln were ones of adventure, strife, and isolation. It seemed that this was much the same fate when she set foot in Karinah’siol. Her heart knew passing tides, fleeting and fractured by time spent under the heel of watchful eyes and knives in every corner. It yearned for freedom untouched in near a century, yearned