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✿             " pi . . . ranha . . . but why would a snowman want us ?? " martel proposed , missing the point of yuri's humor . the punctuation nearly floats over her head in an unsatisfied flurry of pragmatism . " i don't think we would taste very good . . . and i don't think snowmen eat people . they're so . . . squishy . "

"cute...? i wouldn't go that far." if anything, the small army of snowmen almost resemble monsters he'd fought back on the drifts of zopheir. creepy...

he turns to martel, an impish twinkle in his eye, "could be a trap, y'know. all smiley to lower our guard, then... bam! on us like a pack of cold, cold piranha."

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✿              it won't last for long . even under the best care it soon would rot and return to the earth . but isn't that lovely in its own way ?? not that martel could dig into the intricacies of time's passing with one so young and seemingly unexperienced . being a fool was sometimes the kinder route .

" who knows . . . maybe it will last longer than you expect . you made it with love , after all . i don't know much about phones , but i know a few things about love . "

Giggling and tapping her feet excitedly, she's giving the Appletel to the lady. "I don't think it'll stay forever, BUT maybe it'll stay perfect for a couple of days?" Either way, the look on Martel's face only helps brighten her own.

Martel likes it and that's all that matters!

"I LEARNED on one of those things on our phones!"

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“You may not control all the events that happen to you, but you can decide not to be reduced by them.”

— Maya Angelou

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✿             " don't you think they're is cute ?? " martel waved over towards the collection of snowmen clustered together . someone clearly had a . . . vision behind their creations , " they're gathering . i wonder what they'll do . . . "

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i forgot why i have this

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✿              " hi hunter , hi flapjack , " martel lounged on the floor of her girlfriend's home, bare foot reaching behind to scratch lazily against her calve as she worked on the puzzle on the living space floor. it was far too long and cold of a journey to attempt venturing home to her and kratos' cottage so late , so while corvus ventured out for work , martel stayed behind at her home and relaxed .

" the sun is down , so i thought it would be time for children to come home . ufufufu you're such a responsible one , aren't you ?? "

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✿              " oh , my !! you carved my face into an apple ?? " martel squat down, as if to get to the girl's level , admiring the craftiness of it all . children truly were gifts -- their creativity and perspective unmatched , " how ever did you learn to do such a thing , little artist ?? "

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"Look at what I made!" Little Pandora is running up to Martel with the biggest smile on her face. She presents Martel a....AN APPLE with a cute face on it! Look like it's wearing a flower crown!

"It's YOU!"

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it's been a hot minute, so here is a non-event starter call for the green goddess martel yggdrasill of the tales of series . capping at 3 . expect them to be wintery in flavor ❄️ ☃️ 🌨️

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Charles François Jalabert (French, 1818-1901) Galatée

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✿              long ago were the days since martel travelled entire continents -- now she traverses entire worlds . although , that is not the problem, was it ?? martel transitioned between life and lifelessness , her mana lit up like synapses ... like cracks of a fire .

every time she is reborn . . . comfort holds its hand out ready to reintroduce her to life . its face is always different . sometimes comfort is a bird on a branch . other times it is the smell of wet grass . this time , comfort is a familiar face inviting her home .

wary from existence , martel raises a hand equal to her comfort , thumb running down the bottom lip of her girlfriend . and she smiles : exhausted , but home .

" okay . "

Every eclipse Feniks would go out, soaring through the sky in search of something--or rather, SOMEONE. He would fly high up in the sky and watch the people be brought in through whatever power the Stars carried, and every Eclipse, Feniks would return to Corvus' side with the same news: Martel had not returned and in those news being received there had always been a sense of relief but longing and yearning. Corvus missed Martel and not a day went by when Corvus didn't think about her.

Just like her family, Martel would continue to be someone Corvus thought about in every waking moment and be shown in every dream.

Martel.

This Eclipse, Martel is here. A tidal of emotions rushes through Corvus, but she holds herself together. Just like last time when Martel had vanished and reappeared, she did not look good. She looked sickly.

Corvus approaches, breath exhaled from parted lips, and places her hands upon Martel's face. Her thumb grazes the sides of Martel's face, and she gives the half-elf a light peck on the cheek.

"Martel. Let's go home."

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hi!! i'd like to reapp martel yggdrasill from the tales of series. her app is found in the menu or /app. she was also previously housed in the kharlan cottage in mistwood, is it possible to place her back there?? thank you!!

Welcome to brrscenic Isola Radiale, Martel!

You will be housed in your Kharlan cottage in mistwood & You will retain everything you had in your previous stay 

Enjoy your stay!

-- Orion.

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Vibes°

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As Tales of Symphonia was my first Tales game and the only game I've beaten like five times completely... it holds a special place in my heart. I really love the cast and I was a walking strategy guide for it back in the GameCube days.

I had all the unlockable outfits carried over into NG+ (gotta collect those swimsuits baby) and honestly. I just. Really like this game. I haven't played it in a while but I have it on PS3 and now I long to hook it up and play it (sorry to my many other Tales games I haven't beaten once on PS3......).

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✿              the dream . the elves had a superstition : if you sleep with your window open and allow a draft , the spirit of wind -- sylph -- would deliver you a message or premonition by way of dream . perhaps that was where she went wrong . she had kept her window open so that she could breathe .

" i suppose that i . . . " thumb nail worked to crack through stale crust , " i don't really remember the dream itself very well . i only remember waking up and feeling . . . a little upset . "

a half truth. but she felt conflicted . the dream had manifested itself into a strange , string of half memories and half lies that left her feeling the worst bout of grief she'd felt since , well -- martel leans back into corvus' thigh , head resting heavy against pant leg . she contemplated , considering what to say .

in return, he rejected the world. tried to take the seed to derris-kharlan and leave everyone else to die. they had no choice but to strike him down to stop him… but he lived on in his crystal. they tried one last time to reach out their hands to him, but he . . .

" because for a moment after i woke up , i began to think . . . maybe mithos and i are more alike than we ever thought . perhaps . . . i could also give up a lot if it might bring him back . and i had to stop myself and consider how mad that sounds of me . after everything is said and done , i should feel ashamed -- i do feel ashamed of myself . but i still . . . miss him so much . "

"You're okay." Corvus voices softly. She knew something was up the moment she had seen Martel. The half elf didn't have to say anything to convey that something was bothering her. It was written all over her face (at least in Corvus' eyes) and it was all over her aura as well.

The woman's expression soften and she leans close to Martel, her hand still on her partner's shoulder. "We can stay here. We don't have to go to the market." The market wasn't going anywhere after all.

"....Would you like to talk about your dream?"

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✿              hands worked to tear small pieces of bread apart , throwing them at the base of a tree outside of the cottage . she had to keep herself busy . most importantly though , she had to keep to herself before she was caught by the wrong person . after all , it was dangerous sharing a home with somebody who could read every like on your face , especially when their stories write uncomfortable truths .

and she was wise enough to avoid confrontation all together by slipping out of the house by her window instead of the door . this feeling stirring inside . . . is a dangerous one . or , at least , it can be .

apparently the yggdrasills don't grieve . . . well .

within the confines of her mind , martel locks herself into a half-trance . only her fingers move , eyes glazed over and peaceful . . . until corvus touches her and brings her back to reality . the lack of mana signature throws her off , startling her .

" oh , i'm sorry , " martel looks up , fingers still prying apart her bread , " i forgot that we were supposed to go to market this morning . i'm not . . . sure if i can make it today . " or rather , she wasn't sure if her mind could leave this spot . " i had a horrible dream last night . "

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✿              " spirits , more than twenty pies . . . that is quite the accomplishment . you should feel proud of yourself for all your hard work . have you at least been able to enjoy the flavor of your creations ?? "

"Well...I could be more excited. I think I've already made over 20 apple pies this week alone."

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✿              " it does , doesn't it ?? " martel enthused . " if there is a will , then there is a always a way . i'm sure we can make it happen . . . "

it is true , martel's gald is tight and the cost would tear a debt into her pocket even with the recent work they've done . . . but that never stopped them from being resourceful .

" actually-- we can , " martel's fingers twitch , silently calculating numbers on their budget . mithos is growing and needs new winter boots , but . . . she doesn't . nor does she need a cloak , she can simply make one with market sacks . and if they only purchased one quilt for now . . .

" do you remember that orchard on route to the fooji mountains ?? there is a field hand whose mother i helped cure of infection in the spring . i am sure they'd be able to help us secure some real fresh apples . and i can find us some sugar in market . "

she glosses over that last part . shortages made sugar a rare luxury --the average half-elf would have to spend months worth of their wages to procure a mere cup of sugar . but . . . only a few tablespoons would make a drastic difference in taste , so didn't she owe it to mithos to give him a treat to remember ?

heavens knew the boy was forced to sacrifice enough under her wing .

There is little time of contemplation in this instance, after all, apple pie sounded rather good. He couldn't say he had been eating so well for a while.

"Apple pie?-- Apple pie sounds nice actually! Do you think we will be making some? It's been a while since we've made anything so grand."

After all, they had always lived off the land back then, so very rarely were they able to enjoy anything like this. But... Mithos looks shyly off to the side when it registers that he had seemed a little too eager... maybe he had let himself get a little too hungry? He was struggling to begin eating regularly again.