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12-24-2015, 11:19 PM
chosen of the moon
She left, away, gone from the edges of the Edge and following in the shadows of those she spotted sneaking away. Though perhaps not sneaking for many left inconspicuously and all faced the same direction. She could hear it too, of course, the slight bells chiming and seeming to have a magic of their own that pulled everyone out. But she didn't know what it meant, had only just arrived and knew not to be so trusting so quick. So instead she crept in the footsteps of the others, unsure of what to do herself. Dagger had separated, lost to the night as she had done as well, and so Cloak departed and slipped beneath the moon.
The walk was not a far distance, everyone crossing a bridge to an isolated part of the land where she could see many already there, and still so many yet to go. Her necklace chains clinked in time with her steps and she could only wish Dagger were there to keep her company on the trek, not knowing a soul she passed.
The lights were nearly blinding, but in beauty and not intensity. The grand tree nestled in the center was a gem in their world, and on that night in particular she felt... happy. Satisfied greatly, her heart swelling in the moment, and a slight raise of the corners of her lips gave her a pretty visage that usually an air of mystery and indifference covered. The turtle waiting by the great roots and speaking in their tongue was a novel sight to behold, but she knew well of the magic that resided in their lands and was not overly surprised.
She kept herself hidden in the darkest corners, skull-painted face shining white in the blackness, wishing only for her counterpart to witness the marvelous happenings around them.
The walk was not a far distance, everyone crossing a bridge to an isolated part of the land where she could see many already there, and still so many yet to go. Her necklace chains clinked in time with her steps and she could only wish Dagger were there to keep her company on the trek, not knowing a soul she passed.
The lights were nearly blinding, but in beauty and not intensity. The grand tree nestled in the center was a gem in their world, and on that night in particular she felt... happy. Satisfied greatly, her heart swelling in the moment, and a slight raise of the corners of her lips gave her a pretty visage that usually an air of mystery and indifference covered. The turtle waiting by the great roots and speaking in their tongue was a novel sight to behold, but she knew well of the magic that resided in their lands and was not overly surprised.
She kept herself hidden in the darkest corners, skull-painted face shining white in the blackness, wishing only for her counterpart to witness the marvelous happenings around them.
merry merry christmas/holidays to everyone. thanks for making this place so great to be <333
robb stark
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