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craneia

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  • Birthday 01/05/2004

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  1. Clan Val'taelu's current Tyuth'szyr'mo holds her title with pride, sea-green gaze cast out over a vast expanse of sea. Ashen hands set something into dampened sand, watching as her offering to their Ancestors is taken by the tide.
  2. A druid bloodied and battered returns to her home, a candle lit for the fallen - no matter how short a time spent alongside the Knight. It only felt right to thank the departed for such a sacrifice. A prayer in ancient elven is muttered, alongside a few words in common; 'It was an honor to fight alongside you.'
  3. A reclusive 'ker packs her things... which are few in number. Most importantly, her fishing rod. Off to sandier shores, she hopes.
  4. go live your life my friend <3
  5. A pallid shepherd wakes, rubbing blear from her eyes. Along the deck of a ship, she paces, repeating the words obsessively. As the last of them slip into the night, a sifted thought finds its way onto her tongue; Al’Kfurl’sek shai, urk’lakzut... davu badurz-thismi? What to do now?
  6. A forlorn daughter weeps - news of her mother's passing just hardly reaching her hideout, sickly white peaks engulfed in eternal darkness.
  7. "Hm..." Hums a pale vasoyev, frail and sickly in her smaller stature. Setting the missive down atop her desk, the woman wraps herself in a thick shawl as she rises from her seated position - heading down the hall. A sigh is released from her crimson colored lips as she ducks into a darkened room, keeping quiet. Heavy footsteps are heard, and the front door creaks open. Those footsteps come to a halt just behind her, and the dame's anxieties ease as she leans back against the armored man. "So this means war?" Her voice is barely audible. The man gives no reply, only wraps his arms around her. The shepherd's pale gaze remains glued to that sleeping figure buried beneath layers of thick fur blankets. As his chest rises and falls, she cannot help but notice the striking resemblance he bears to his father.
  8. A tired vasoyev sets a pot of tea atop her stove - stoking the fire beneath it, somewhere deep underground. She paces as she waits for the sound of the creaky door and the heavy footsteps that always follow.
  9. Tired eyes skim over that missive. With furrowed brows - Nadia sets that letter down on the sofa beside her. A prayer of sorts is uttered from that vasoyevi... "Do nem betray the trust of us all." Perhaps it is a plea.
  10. craneia

    Ruminations

    A wild haired dame looks up from the tomes sprawled around her... briefly taking a break to watch that 'ker pace about, muttering to himself. Silent she stays, observing from atop her perch. Some semblance of a smile splays 'cross her tanned cheeks... soon consumed once more by her studies.
  11. A green eyed 'ame watches as her home by the sea falls... "Aspects..." The screams of nature ring through the drui's ears as she reads the missive, nodding her dazed head. As the wailing of nature prevents her from sleeping... she can't tear her gaze away from the burning city. "May we prosper."
  12. "Ah... wonderful! Look..." Kodazius nudges his grouchy counterpart - a wide, idiotic grin splayed 'cross his pale face.
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