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Simons Older sister Fleur smiled brightly as she turned to her younger siblings "I will 'elp you with your armor, I hope Mere doesn't mind me not being at her bedside for a while, But let me quickly take zhese Flowers to 'er" she nodded, grabbing recycled items to help create the armor.

Ottavia of Stassion smirked at the missive, crumpling it up and tossing it in the fire for she did not care for Cannonism nor did she ask for penance. Her Son and his Wife had now taken over and it was no longer her responsibility.

Penned by HL Fleur Halcourt cc. 1970 The game of the Hare and the Hound is a game that has been played for centuries among the people of Cannonism. This exciting event beckons both the young and the old to partake in a night of entertainment and strategic prowess. We invite all of Cannondom to the Sovereign state of Hyspia's enchanting landscapes to partake in this age-old tradition of celebrating camaraderie and community. ~-+-~ The game will begin at the gate of the Capital, where a ‘hare’ will be chosen, The remaining members of the group will be designated the ‘hounds’. The Hare will be given a basket of shredded paper and start off the race with a head start. After some time has passed, the hounds will take off to chase after the hare and capture them before they reach the finish line of the race. While there is no prize for the winner, we aim for this game to allow for team building and community bonding! Signed, HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS, Dimitri Otto of Koravia, Soberano-Consort of Hyspia, Duke-Consort of Pacazu, Baron-Consort of Arenisca and Del’mar, Lord of Ladorada, Lord of Niseep, Gereon's Hold, and Ciudad de Plata, Gran Maestre of El Orden de Francisco, Protector of the Hyspian People, Protector of the Farfolk HER LADYSHIP, Fleur Angélique Halcourt Ward to His Royal Highness Dimitri Otto

“God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son.” —John 3:16 <3 Hope you all had a great easter (I'll see all my Orthodox Bro's next month :) )

While the Halcourts were not planning on holding a proper ceremony for her Grandfather, Phoibe's eldest daughter, Fleur still decided to head out into the gardens and gather bouquets of flowers to honor Sir Laurens. The young girl of Nine decided she herself would plan her own little Le beausorti for her grandfather.

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Guinevere I of Velen watched over her family with Pride.

It really do matta

[!] A poem begins to be Penned soon after a long departed Princess returns Those who crown themselves with miters and Pontifical robes Are dry and polluted canals that humans long to drink from Boats remain frozen in their abandoned and void place The waters being a simulacrum of Golden Bulls The bubbling and Refreshing springs they cut from themselves Those who pass by are beginning to recognise there is nothing to drink Only worms and serpents live within the canals. Bushes of berries along the Shoreline with thorns and thistles baked inside and dead man bodies pile on top of one another like firewood waiting to be burnt Behold the crown jewels of those called servants and watchers.

Lucrezia, one of the baroness's daughters sat within a foreign land as she was surrounded by a bunch of new friends. Unsure of what was going on back home.

Yes.

Ottavia I of Pompourelia, Princess of Stassion, Duchess of the Lowlands, Vienne, Lorraine, and Furnestock, Margravine of the Westermarch, Baroness of Renzfeld and Montfort, Lady of Fredericksburg bursted into laughter as she now sat underneath her new liege who had already reaffirmed her titles "Richard! Come look, This is the funniest thing I have seen yet!"