latte

A young Georgiana Wick read over the letter. "I want to have fun" she mused, making quick suspicious glances to a crowd of nobody in particular.

dang

what the wick

i think elves should be at max 4' and be forced to wear potato sacks with no socks

HAHA made me think of this

i rlly thought i was going ivy league

A Mali'aheral of long absence read the missive, grey eyes scanning the content with interest. "What has happened back home?" the Viradiraar wondered, pursing her lips in distaste.

愚蠢的白人

nice

not me, but an ex friend who put it in the microwave. lol

"Crazy that a traditional purist would turn his nation over to another race." remarks April up in her alchemy lab, stained hands marring the missive.

A lari once named April Vallei'onn wandered endlessly, wondering where her first kin had went. She wallows in her path, never knowing her brother's true death.

NOOO WHAT IS THIS

Somewhere deep in the unknown of Almaris, Princess Mariya de Joannes would receive word of her sister's passing. A sister she never knew. Suddenly falling into a guise of grief, the woman set a prayer for the one she never knew.

"What a horribly unfortunate finding." muttered Miss April Viradiraar, squinting.

The Illatian, Giuseppina Falcone sat in silence at the scene of the crime, the scene where her courting partner was brutally murdered, out of seemingly nowhere; at the shop of her family that she held in such high regards. There, did she ponder the day before, the joy she felt running throughout the town with Nikolai, how smitten when they sat down in the little Illatian shop, and the utter dismay and horror when his skull was split open by the Barrow boy. Eventually, did hours turn into days as she held in vigil, selmon offering prayers foreign to the usual Orenian ears. Along with utter grief, did the Illatian pent up immense hatred towards those responsible. But for now, she uttered small words, hoping they would reach towards him, past the language barrier, past the clouds, and into the Seven Skies.

what the ****

"Thank Larihei this isn't about me" a bead of sweat cascaded from her forehead. "Fake news by the way!"