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Frawlic

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About Frawlic

  • Birthday 04/20/2004

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    Comica_l

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    Frogs :)))
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    EST.

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    yep
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    mhm

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  1. Amari scanned over the invitation, a frown caught on her lips as she had to once more miss another friend's nameday. That would not keep her from getting a gift for the next time she saw Esfir though!
  2. ⋆Discord: frawlic ⋆Skin Name(s): Amaya's Scyfling Armor ⋆Bid(s): Buyout
  3. Amari had become accustomed to broken promises. This was one she wished hadn't been. Fingers curled around a book of Frostweavers given to her by the recently passed had been the only thing keeping the girl from breaking down similarly to its worn leather bindings. Amari would not break her promise, not the one she had granted Amaya just the day before. "Ea will behave.... ea will keep Deia safe... ea promise, Dutiful Jewel." Meanwhile, within the confines of her home wept a bard. Another one lost.
  4. The now quiet Lady Bard of Haense, Verdier, paces mindlessly in her abode upon receiving the notice. Was one song enough? Perhaps she should have dedicated so much more to the Queen who had given her a home. Still, she kept to her own promise of silence, knowing others could provide more. Meanwhile, a just shy of teenage years Amari trails after her fathers as they do their work, hoping at some point she can see the Queen to read her the story books she had collected throughout her childhood. She knew no way else of thanking the sickly woman for the advice and aid she had provided.
  5. Amari had never written a response letter so quickly in her life, knowing her fathers would not truly care if she partook in the activities.. as long as there was no actual murder. Eja, ea would love to attend the mystery party! As long as there is nie actual murder.
  6. "Wait, es having two papejs niet normal?" Amari pondered at the idea before shaking her head and returning home.
  7. Amari screamed as the missive reached their door, ripping it from the hands of her fathers and hurriedly wrote an RSVP back, specifically to Svetlana because she didn't know how any of this worked. "EA GET TO WEAR THE DRESS SHE GOT ME!" Verdier meanwhile simply went over the script, excited to perform now that a time and place had been scheduled for Lorena's Lament.
  8. Verdier sat solemn across from Her Majesty, awaiting at the gates for the return of many. She expected loss, but not one like this. In silence her thoughts formed and remembrance of the day she first arrived in Haense lingered in her mind. From tavern bard to court bard in minutes. Amari tugged at her fathers' sleeves (@Koodini@RingAroundRosey) pointing to the paper as she waited for them to break it down for her to understand. Maybe now that the Queen had more time, Amari could ask for a playdate.
  9. Verdier, after many hardships had finally returned to Valdev, baffled by the amount of missives available for her attention and as said to the ones prior, she uttered three words. "What the ****?"
  10. R (Can't write pretty while on my phone, will swoon over you once I'm home)
  11. "It's over...? Finally." Verdier took hold of her lute and headed for the nearest tavern, a smile etching itself onto her visage.
  12. Verdier looked through the sheets of paper, nodding in agreement with Reza before rubbing at her brow. "What if they get mad at us for this one?"
  13. Though it had taken the bard a year to fully believe in her capability, an aging sheet coated in ink sat within her desk. Upon the reorganization of such when it came to her hiding some songs she hoped would never see the light of day, this one had returned to her. Visions of the event it entailed coated her mind and as she sat there, some guilt seemed to fester. Rumors had swept through Haense, and she had witnessed the struggle of a strong woman being swept up within them. Perhaps a pick-me-up wouldn’t hurt. So after all this time, and a few moments of editing, the tune had been figured and it was off to the tavern once more. Hopefully the tune would reach Her Majesty’s ears. Lyrics The winter winds seemed to call out As the Queen took the crown from her head The Lord Marshal readied the brawl now And we all placed our bets in our heads With a word their fists started flyin’ We all wondered when this would end It seemed the stars were cryin’ Whose blood would coat our lands Her pink cloak would waver softly But her hands were hard as stone And with both of them swingin’ together The accuser would draw back his word Though much longer than we all expected Her accuser cried out for an end The Queen she stood successful And gave him a helpin’ hand And the crowd they erupted Another victory for Her Majesty As the white snow danced around her It was quite the sight to see We all gathered in the tavern To celebrate in her name Echoed the music and laughter On another Haeseni day Signed, “Lady Bard of Haense,” Verdier
  14. The bard looks at her hair, then the character list and adds her name to the sign ups without a second thought.
  15. The battle bard had bore witness to the Queen receiving the news, a familiar feeling brewing within her that sent an ache to her bones. Despite her constant need to write a tune or perhaps a poem, something told her that maybe just this once, it wasn't the right thing to do. No ink or paper would be drawn from her desk that night. Verdier pitied them, every last individual involved.
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