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I enjoy how you added the detail that 'children are like cement' rather than the usual 'children are like sponges'. It adds a similar sense of direction, but shows that you've done your research. c:

Pm'ed you for that lone spot c:

Name: Ilum Age: 140 Race (If not mali'ker then an interview will be required): Mali'ker Notable Skills: Stonemasonary, Blacksmith and Miner How many will be moving in with you?: No one. Do you accept the laws of Ebonglade and by extension Laureh'lin?: Yes. MC Name: Musicoid Skype: musicoid0

Best Roleplay Experience Ever.

This is the equivalent of a newly attuned druid, give or take a few voices from that. And I enjoy the effort put into this, but it needs to be able to be different than already existing magics.

Step on a lego.

Chalkboard scratching. Moist feeling.

As the rain poured over the group of druids, each took a seat before emitting a glow of their respective auras. Slowly each Brother and Sister brought their power together, seeping into the dead earth. With the cursing of a young elf and the druids' completing their task, each simply took their leave soon after, parting ways. As the once deathly earth, covered with ash and soot was revitalize, the Druids accomplish their quest to heal a portion of the land, leaving only one question to ask from the Melody Druid herself: "Who could have done this...?"

As the blazier within Linandria burned strong, flickering with tiny embers spurting out, but never onto the plant-life surrounding it, the Melody druid and her potential dedicant stood before it. Wendy began her explanation of the Dedicant's Vow, as well as a blood sacrifice to seal Saelian's dedicancy. With a smile and a nod, Wendy, the Melody Druid now recognizes Saelian as her second druidic pupil. (( Please ignore Quinn's input. He didn't mean to interrupt c: )) -Musicoid

Wendy made her way outside of the city walls and into the forest of Linandria through sunset. She took a seat, crossing her legs over with each other as she sat. The river quickly flowed along as she sat besides it. She took a inhale of air before setting her staff on top of her knees, closing her eyes slowly as she did so. “And so it was two. Two wars. Same enemy. Different time.” She began to imagine the thought of herself in the battlefield that she had recently fought in, standing with her grasp on the hilt of her blade, slashing through the skin of an Uruk and blood spurting onto her face. She shuddered as the vision came through her mind, heartbeat increasing, breath becoming more heavier. “Ngh… I can’t let this consume me...I can’t…” She quickly flickered her eyes open as the consternation began to run through, crawling quickly to the river and looking to her reflection. Everything felt so real. Wendy’s eyes were filled with panic as she began to notice the water ripple as the face on her reflection began to furrow its brows, closing its eyes before slowly rising above the water. Her reflection seemed to have a type of mass, she watched as it rose, looking to her with calm eyes. Though Wendy had shown much more fear in her eyes, she sat up, sitting atop her knees and widening her eyes to the reflection in front of her. The reflection stood, her eyes blinked, seemingly calmer than Wendy’s terrified and confused state. The reflection had took a step onto the ground before presenting herself infront of Wendy and placing a hand onto her shoulder. Wendy shook a bit before feeling a motion of tranquility. The reflection smiled lightly before speaking to her in a soft-pitched tone. “With every war, comes a sacrifice. Your sanity isn’t one.” The reflection stood upright, extending her palms out to the sides before emitting two bright glowing palms of blue light. “Wendy. You’re the Melody Druid. You’re a teacher. A significant other. You are Wendy Crimsonveil.” Wendy seemed less distraught as a smile slowly formed onto her face. The reflection closed her eyes, lifting her own head upwards as she began to dissapate into smaller, light blue particles. Each with a sparkle until glimmering back into Wendy as a whole entity. Wendy stood tall as she herself felt much more at peace with herself and less terrified. She then took in a breath before exhaling a soothing tune from her voice “Melody.” She spoke to the forest about her before she herself had woken from a meditation. “I am strong, they are my strength, my will. And I am, the Melody Druid.” Wendy stood, taking her staff and tapping it onto the ground as she made her way back into the city. (( Just getting back to the flow of forum rp, don't mind me c:)) -Musicoid

(Might wanna fix that :p) Wendy walks about, smiling to herself as she senses her aspiring dedicant doing exemplary effort as always.

You've got this!