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Persephone "Eileen" Heddwyn, the Banshee Queen in the North, would stand on the balcony and rest her greyscale digits atop the railing which was blanketed in a high layer of snow. The falling flakes would flutter about her form as her glowing blue eyes would illuminate her figure, which nearly disappeared in the unforgiving blizzard. The witch raised her gaze to the night sky and brought her well pampered right hand to her heart. "We weren't exactly the fondest of friends, Wick, but I'd be lying if I said that our encounter in my swamp, Blackwater , didn't have me a bit nervous. Even though it was your master that took mine from me, I always thought of you as a friend ghost." The witch closed her eyes and turned to make her way back inside the ruins of the abandoned keep, and slowly decended the creeking staircase. A final thought crossed her mind and she'd optimistically chime. "Well, people like us don't usually stay gone for too long... Hopefully, we'll cross paths somewhere less humid this time around.

Nicely written, not bad :)

Proud of you!

I’ll be the queeeeeen!!!! White Castle!!!! +1

Reserved uwu

Elle Laraethryn’s brow slowly arched upwards as she stood and read the missive with her arms crossed loosely and lazily. “I have faith in our Sohaer, as much as tbe next, but seriously? Pick me! Pick me!” She’d mockingly chime before tossing the document into a waste bin.

Reserved..

Skin: Legally Blonde Bid: 125 mina Skin: Kitty Bid: 100 mina

Lexicons are not new to LoTC, @ Kalameet Izalith, and I fully support its reimplementation. +5

H-holy ****? This looks utterly amazing! +10

Princess Estelle Ruric de Frey spits her tea across the starch white tablecloth that covered the dinning room table which she, and her “sister from another mister”, sat at. A symphony of laughter escaped her form as she’d bring her right hand down hard upon the wooden surface with a bang! After a few moments of struggling to collect her composure, and a few supporting snickers from other witch, the witch would finally vocalize her thoughts; “Oh, how pathetic! Not only is a, supposed, ‘official document’ from the Kingdom of Norland published by someone who isn’t King; but, someone who clearly cares more about their calligraphy than the actual strength of their document...” The icy woman handed the paper to her sister witch, seated only an arm’s reach away. She’d take the flier and gloss her shining blue eyes over its contents as, the formerly known, Estelle carried on. “Mind you, Sister, this entire shipwreck was written up because the sorry excuse for my true-family’s home isn’t able to keep out intruders, spare their citizens the torment of said intruders, or enforce their own law! I guess I really should thank the All-Father for this dreaded curse! He wanted to save my great-grand babies the shame and humiliation of begging tea-drinking dagger-ears for money and apologies. She’d roll her eyes as she’d finish, her lips curling into a patronizing grin. The other witch raised a, well manicured, clawed hand to her lips to suppress her laughter.

Hmmmmm?

PERIOD!!!!

((hmmmm... honestly, i applaud you! Gonna put more here, later.))

“There once was a ship that put to sea The name of the ship was the Billy of Tea The winds blew up, her bow dipped down Oh blow, my bully boys, blow (huh) Soon may the Wellerman come To bring us sugar and tea and rum One day, when the tonguing is done We'll take our leave and go.” The Banshee Queen melodically sung the shanty as she’d peer, glowing blue eyes narrowed upon the icy blanket of blue that surrounded her glacial fortress. She’d extend her left hand outward and drag her stiletto’d digits along the rim of a gnarly wicker basket holding a singular orange. Her signature would be present among the rest, scrawled in blood and brine.

Penelope's head would tilt quite aggressively as she read the missive. "So, he's an absolute **** - but.... Ahhh!" she'd toss the flier into the nearby forge before rolling her eyes and getting back to chiseling the Greco sculpture.

(stupid music) The waves caressed the pinkish sands of the beach before retreating back into the massive blanket of blue. A wry looking duo dressed in grey and black rags paired with worn down leather, stood side by side; looking out at the setting sun. The deeper skinned male, decently taller than his female counterpart, looked to his side to glance upon the raven haired woman. A smile slowly danced across his visage, but he didn’t speak. She turned her face and her eyes met with his, and her right brow perked upward. Perplexed by his silence she chose to speak instead. “Don’t patronize me, Versace! You’re going to dread the day you look to a setting sun, but without my company.” The Elven man rolled his eyes before placing a gloved hand on the intersection of his blade’s hilt and his belt’s loop. He’d then avert his gaze slightly upright to admire the melting gradient of color spread across the sky above them. A few more moments passed, and the only sounds were the gulls and the salty breeze. “What if there were really a time, Eileen, when we were no longer together? When, just like everyone else we’ve know, you or I are gone too?” The man asked, the corners of his mouth must’ve grown heavy because they began to weigh down his once cheery demeanor. “I’m sure we’d certainly be gone, together.” The witch scoffed, lightly slapping her open palm against his upper arm. She’d blink a few times before her furrowed brows and concerned eyes fixed themselves onto his face. Before she could, he spoke; “But, what if it wasn’t that way? What if you were here, and I was not? Or, if I were here and you were… somewhere else?” Her pale lips parted, but struggled to form a response. Her dark blue eyes then fell to their feet, the waves shyly kissing their toes. “Well, th-that simply couldn’t be… Because, I would be quite lost without you.” She’d respond, her words trying their best to stand strong, but like a newborn deer, its legs hardly managed to keep them up. “Who would I follow, when I don’t know which way to go? A-and, who would I run to, when I’m just not strong enough?” She’d sheepishly interrogate the man at her side. “Even when we leave this world for the next, I’ll always have your back. A promise is a promise.” He’d tease.