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(Pinned to the notice-board at the city entrance is a handwritten flyer, written in a neat, careful hand.) TO ALL IT MAY CONCERN: Greetings. My name is Astrid Thriceblood, eldest daughter of Iduna Thriceblood (by half an hour- screw you Viarrah!), granddaughter of Laurissa Thriceblood, and I turned sixteen years of age this past saint's day. For my entire childhood, I've been dying to study magic and its related disciplines. Finally, I'm old enough to do so, but I've come across a disgusting roadblock in my journey - none of the relevant people I'm close to are free to take me on. Yes, I could wait until they are free, but that would take years, and if I have to wait much longer to start my studies, I might just wither away and die. So I've decided to be proactive, and am posting this flyer. I AM SEEKING A TEACHER IN THE FOLLOWING: (in order of personal interest) Conjuration Transfiguration One of the elemental evocations, I don't particularly care which one Please bird me A.S.A.P if you or someone you know might be able to take me on as an apprentice. Thank you. Regards, Astrid Thriceblood, medic-in-training and aspiring (SOON TO BE NOVICE) mage

Happy TDOV everyone! I love being transgender and I love my transgender friends <3

"You're kidding me- I thought my brother and Wilford were just very affectionate room-mates! Who-ever could have guessed!?" Angelina feigns shock, and wanders off to go hug her brother and (now-officially) brother-in-law to death. On that note, if anybody would like to civil union her terminally single gay self...

last year's top 10 is about accurate :D

Tragically, with her skygod tormented by the awful phenomena known as time-zones, Angelina had been unable to bare witness to the godlike feat her younger brother had performed that day. But she had heard the tale, and pride was not a strong enough word for the emotion she felt towards Atticus. The progress he'd made, from such a timid, unassuming young man in his youth, to one capable of leveling castles - well, she ought to throw him a party, or ten. And in the night following, she picks her way across the river to what remained, and palms a chunk of still-warm slag for a souvenir. And another. And another. Say, do you think there could be a market for genuine Winburgh glass?

Astrid Thriceblood reads over the missive, beaming widely. This sounds excellent. "I wanna be t' court sciencer," she mumbles to herself, already thinking about the usefulness of stink-bombs against grown-ups. With a nefarious little laugh, she scampers off to show her siblings - and hopefully rope them into this, too.

Lady Angelina cackles with glee as she reads over the missive, heart swelling for her brother and his so-called room-mate. And, you know, herself, but that was a bit less relevant considering how her gay ass was chronically single. About time someone had some sense and talked to the church about it. Her cheeks are starting to hurt from how hard she's smiling.

Lady Angelina can't help but weep for the death of her little friend. Sure, at times, he'd been a bit strange, and annoying, and weird, and off-putting - but she was in no place to judge, and really, that had only endeared him more to her. If nothing else, he'd been a courageous, loyal and driven little guy - too much so, clearly, seeing how it had caught up to him. "Rest easy," she sobs, laying a bouquet of flowers down at the door of his Moleton home. "I'll miss you, Gob. Keep kicking ass, wherever you are..."

Lady Angelina grumbles something about Fantasy Sisyphus under her breath with a sigh. "Here we go again..."

I know we only wrote together a handful of times, but you were always a delight to rp with! Sad to see such a talented writer go, but you gotta do what you gotta do. Good luck with your schooling and job, all the best for the future <3

"PEACE! FINALLY, PEACE," Lady Angelina Reinhold crows, slinging a joyous arm around her younger brother in an almost-chokehld, upon his return from the summit. "Now then! How about that bloody vacation you promised me damn-near a decade ago now, hm? I think we've more than earned it." @Hom

Lady Angelina hums-and-hahs to herself as she flicks through the missive, truly unsure how to feel about any of this. All she can hope for is any prolonging of the war came from true necessity, and there'd be no more bloodshed for bloodshed's sake. She was tired of all this.