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The stars and the night sky are some wonderful things. To most, they are a mystery that will never be unraveled. I wish I could say I knew of something different. Yet I too see them as a mystery. A beautiful mystery. One that I would seek out the truth of. Yet, that would ruin the beauty of it. Are the stars those long lost from our plain? Those taken away, idly in view as they slumber. Or perhaps those who have not yet explored the lands. Waiting for the perfect time they deem fit to arrive. Perhaps they are nothing. Something we only see, that may not be there. Resting on a canvas of blue and black. Small dots to our eyes. Pretty, pretty things are all they are. That we shall never know the origins of. A cruel fate for those curious. Yet I will never complain. Signed, Mirabella Violet, Court Poet of Haense
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A homely city, full of color and life. Yellows and blacks, all strung up along banners when one looks above. Caws heard from the distance, amongst the rustling trees outside the walls. Many shops of weapons, drinks, and toys, with outliers as well! Shops to speak with spirits, and gain furry companions. Shops that offer clothing, along with many other items. Each with their own charm, all differing. A city that is large, yet somehow quaint. Fires crackling, flickering orange and yellow. People roam, with warm clothes and furs wrapping their shoulders. Men and women of the army wearing gold and black. Beret’s atop their heads. Weapons hanging at their sides, ready to be used. When they party, they party hard. Carrion passed about, songs sung. Piano, bagpipes, and any other instruments. Dances, the Renatian Shuffle, the Ayrian Jig. Lovely, lovely things. That all deserve to be in a lovely, lovely city. A shame, that a certain other human city can’t be the same. Signed, Mirabella Violet, Court Poet of Haense
