#ˈ ⚘ *̳ 𝔦𝔵 . ﹚ — dialogue .

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█ ▌ prompt ( ... ) ↷ @elerondo , accepting . ❛ in the face of overwhelming odds , we must stand united . ❜

the beauty of rivendell is one nimue has only heard tales of ; an elven kingdom deep in the foothills of the misty mountains . none of the paintings quite do it justice , nor do they manage to capture the power &. regality with which rivendell's lord carries himself . nimue stands before him feeling small , yet her chin is held high ; fey queen bearing caladfwlch at her hip . ❛ ❛ then we agree , my lord . ❜ ❜ gesture is cast towards the group of fey clinging to her heel , nimue wary of what generosity might be offered . ( the fey have so little left to lose , &. you've come to plead for their survival . you must have some level of trust in the elves , to have come all this way . ) ❛ ❛ i seek food &. lodgings for my people ( ... ) what remains of them , lord elrond . ❜ ❜ one might hear the grief laden within nimue's tone , voice nearly cracking under the weight of her words .

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so few words still manage to 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐩 nimue's interest , brow furrowing to a small degree . ( what is that supposed to mean ? ) she silently 𝑚𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑠 the statement over in her mind a few ᵐᵒᵐᵉᶰᵗˢ longer , 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 the way it tastes . not quite the biting 𝖎𝖗𝖔𝖓 of sinister intent , yet still settling on her palate as ᵃᶰᵒᵗʰᵉʳ reason to be 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑦 . gaze breaks from the strap of brown leather she mindlessly fumbles with , eyes finding klaus with her 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭 , unyielding stare . ❛ ❛ i've only heard the 𝔩𝔢𝔤𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔰 . druid legends , mostly . ❜ ❜ some spoke of the 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡 gods' veins running with ˡᶤᶠᵉ - giving water , or of the aasimar & their blood of 𝑙𝑖𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑑 gold . with tamer stories peppered in amongst the ʳᵉᵛᵉˡʳʸ , nimue has never been quite sure what to believe ( ... ) not that it mattered , as she'd never found herself in the 𝔠𝔢𝔩𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔞𝔩 - hunting business . ❛ ❛ my mother said that wherever mielikki's blood touched the ground , it transformed the 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗 soil into 𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒆 earth . ❜ ❜

ㅤㅤ❛ divine blood flows differently. ❜ though currently in a discussion about the gods, he can't pinpoint where the statement is born from, so unsure of what is in his own mind. the sentiment came from deep within, and had been impossible for him to hold back. it's disturbing, how often his mind does not feel like his own. his gaze drifts over to @wulfbluds, wondering briefly how he's perceived by this group. quite frankly, it's nothing short of divine intervention that he hasn't been made to leave yet, so unusual his behaviors and mannerisms.

[wulfbluds]

█ ▌ call ( ... ) ↷ @2kiras . ↳ ( hiccup ) ⋆｡˚꩜ still accepting .

❛ ❛ i thought i would've ( ... ) i don't know , clicked with one by now . a dragon . ❜ ❜ there's a lament in nimue's soft tone , fingers continuing to dismantle the flower she idly toys with . the brilliant sun beams down upon berk , its warm embrace swallowing the pair where they sit upon the grassy cliffside . ( from up here , the village seems so small . the height nearly makes you dizzy — &. you find yourself with a newfound respect for the rider . ) ❛ ❛ but now i'm not so sure it will happen at all . ❜ ❜

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❛ harsh justice is still justice . ❜ ↳ @satellitewar ( din ) ⋆｡˚꩜ still accepting .

a piece of WISDOM she knows is true , yet the glistening ichor that clings to her sword , her face ( ... ) is there truly honor in so much spilt blood ? gaze can't meet mando's , whether it be shame or guilt that nails her sights to the bloody hillside . [ breath caves your lungs , lips parting ( ... ) you can TASTE the crimson metal . it's nauseating , this sensation of dread that permeates to every corner of your being . ] ❛ ❛ justice tempered by mercy is the truest form , ❜ ❜ it's a recited phrase fallen from nimue's lips in her agitated state , one her mother had once uttered with such conviction — stored away in her memory as a fleeting comfort . but what MERCY would the caravan of soldiers have shown them ? what mercy had their kind shown hers ? pillaging , kidnapping & ruthlessly slaughtering fey in their own land ; [ your rage has not been quelled by their blood . the sword in your hands cries for more . not for justice , but for REVENGE . it yearns to lay waste to all who have drawn fey blood . there is no room for mercy in this war . ] eyes squeeze tightly closed , nimue's frantic rocking coming to a sharp halt . fingers loosen their grip upon the sword , letting it clatter onto the rocks ; a shedding of skin . ❛ ❛ their blood is on my hands , but i've reckoned with my gods . ❜ ❜ nimue's tone is shaky despite her best efforts to appear collected , eyes turning upwards to spectate mando . the pair had viciously carved through the caravan ( ... ) only after the paladins had thrown the first blow , yet nonetheless . with blood soaking her cloak , his boots , the ground below — it's impossible to fully detach herself . ❛ ❛ i hope you have , too . ❜ ❜

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⋆｡˚ ꩜ ( ... ) @2wanlake , liked for a 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐓 starter . | 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐧 — the QUEEN of CUPS [ ↟ ] UPRIGHT ⋆｡ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭 : ( compassion , calm , comfort )

𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔰 have passed since nimue took refuge beside the lake , & the tension in her frame has ˢˡᵒʷˡʸ waned ( ... ) 𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 else having wandered ᵗʰᶤˢ far from the path in the time since she'd become settled . though remaining 𝑣𝑖𝑔𝑖𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑡 & watchful , her attention has often drifted to the various creatures passing through . squirrels , the occasional 𝒅𝒐𝒆 — & a beautiful 𝔰𝔴𝔞𝔫 that had been drifting in the water , sometimes going ᵒᵘᵗ of sight only to 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 the next hour . few words are uttered throughout the day , nimue merely offering a tender ' 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑦 , 𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑛'𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 ? ' to the bird . as 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 recedes behind the mountains , a small fire is set ablaze at the lake's edge — its ʰᵃˡᵒ of light glistening off of the water . the fey girl sits with elbows propped upon knees , hilt of 𝔢𝔵𝔠𝔞𝔩𝔦𝔟𝔲𝔯 turning over in her hands ( ... ) nimue appears 𝐿𝑂𝑆𝑇 in the intricate & ancient runes engraved there . a faint splashing abruptly ᵗᵉᵃʳˢ her attention towards the lake's bank , eyes 𝐩𝐞𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 through the shadow of night for a glimpse of what had interrupted the still surface . ❛ ❛ hello ? who's out there ? ❜ ❜

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⋆｡˚ ꩜ ( ... ) @palespawn , liked for a 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐓 starter . | 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐧 — the TWO of SWORDS [ ⤈ ] REVERSED ⋆｡ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭 : ( lesser of two evils , no right choice , confusion )

here , the river flows home . the trees bow & bend in greeting , & all is peacefully still — quiet . this land appears mercifully untouched by the absolute , goblins , the red paladins . [ because that is where your mind lingers in every spare moment ( ... ) the village , BEFORE . you live here in your sleep , amidst the winding trees & your joyful fey kin . head tilts backwards , face turned to the sky — brilliant sunlight kissing speckled features . ] darkness like spilt black ink , washing across the landscape until only the truth remains ; back sore from the hard ground , stars littering the murky sky above . everything stinks of DECAY , here — the bog itself emanating the reek of death . ethel's doing , one could presume . in the onslaught of sensory attacks , it takes nimue a moment to realize why she'd been roused . the sight of bone white hair ; & as she blinks away the sleep from her eyes , clarity ascends ( ... ) [ astarion , standing above you . though it's difficult to make out the rogue's intent , you don't like the look in his eyes . whether he lusts for VIOLENCE or caladfwlch tucked possessively within your bedroll , your fingers close around the hilt of the ancient sword . ] blade gleams under dim firelight , torn free as nimue bolts into an upright position & angles caladfwlch towards the elf . ❛ ❛ come any closer , & i will wake the others . ❜ ❜

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█ ▌ prompt ( ... ) ↷ @klaeus , ❛ try to stay quiet . is the wound deep ? ❜

gasping , air expelled with a low groan of pain . she's trembling terribly , blood pearling upon her lower lip — more decorates her pale features , beads of goblin blood stippling nimue's cheeks like macabre freckles . fingers scramble to pull apart her tattered pant leg , fabric already soaked through with crimson viscera . as klaus rushes to hover close - by , the pair concealed by a wall crawling with ivy , nimue glances fretfully at her companion . trust is something earned . though her wariness of his intent sits at the forefront of her mind , nimue won't refuse his help . ❛ ❛ deep enough , ❜ ❜ her low voice quivers , despite the resolute edge to her tone . the wound throbs , &. nimue can hardly think straight ; ( stay quiet , stay quiet ) — a litany she repeats to herself as each breath steadily begins to calm . tattered fabric , once blue under all that ichor , is peeled away from her thigh to reveal a garish gash . the crude nature of goblin weapons is told clearly with a glance at the wound . ❛ ❛ i need a tourniquet ( ... ) a belt , strap , something — QUICKLY . ❜ ❜

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❛ never lie to me . never betray me . ❜ ↳ @selfoe ⋆｡˚꩜ still accepting .

intensity behind his words is not lost upon nimue , whose scrying gaze seeks to dissect his thoughts . she cannot pinpoint where this urgency takes root ( ... ) what deep fear or desperation had spilt the sentiment from shepherd's lips . behind furrowed brows does nimue WEIGH her response , holding it upon her tongue before letting it spill forth . ❛ ❛ i would not . will not . ❜ ❜ & it tastes like truth . ❛ ❛ you've made an ally of me . we fight together . ❜ ❜ [ shepherd has been your sword & shield on numerous occasions in these recent weeks , a blessing you don't take lightly . you would live to see his generosity REPAID in kind . ] ❛ ❛ i swear it . ❜ ❜

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⋆｡˚ ꩜ ( ... ) @selfoe , liked for a 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐓 starter . | 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐧 — the FOUR OF SWORDS [ ↟ ] UPRIGHT ⋆｡ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭 : ( rest , restoration , contemplation )

every 𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐄 of energy & strength that nimue has 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑒𝑑 is spent keeping herself ᵘᵖʳᶤᵍʰᵗ , the day's travels weighing 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐲 upon weary bones . despite their adamant burning , her eyes remain ᴀʟᴇʀᴛ ( ... ) watchful , yet lacking the 𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 for ˢᵘˢᵖᶤᶜᶤᵒᶰ . there's something about her present company ( ... ) 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 in shepherd that allows the 𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔢 to take root ; knowing 𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔰 isn't the only intuition she can rely on . their corner is shrouded in 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝��𝐰𝐬 , dim candlelight allowing the travelers to blend in seamlessly against the back wall . hood of her cloak pools 'round nimue's slumped shoulders ; very few among these patrons are 𝐒𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 enough to retain their 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚜 , anyways . [ this , you consider a small blessing . ] ❛ ❛ you should eat . ❜ ❜ spoken in a 𝑙𝑜𝑤 tone , just loud enough to be 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝 over the remaining patrons . reaching up , nimue pushes a plate of cooked vegetables towards him — & then the 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 . ❛ ❛ we ʰᵃᵛᵉ the coin for more . ❜ ❜

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⋆｡˚ ꩜ ( ... ) @dogsrot , liked for a 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐓 starter . | 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐧 — the MOON [ ↡ ] REVERSED ⋆｡ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭 : ( confusion , fear , misinterpretation )

the earth 𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒏𝒔 in heavy mist , sky ᵇˡᵃᶰᵏ of any stars ; this vast emptiness , like a 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐃 sea . the only other presence is one of flickering amber , reaching out to nimue from the sᴛɪʟʟ water . it speaks with the voice of a hundred souls braided together into one , form crafted from 𝑔𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔 particles of ˡᶤᵍʰᵗ . nimue is heedless to the muddying of her skirts as knees press into the damp riverbank , appearing 𝑎𝑏𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡 from her body ( ... ) 𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐃 by her quiet commune . ( you are on the right path , nimue . you must steel your heart — for the trials ahead demand great sacrifice . vigilance must be your closest ally . guard your trust well . ) the spirit 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐢𝐥𝐬 , then ( ... ) as if bitten . in mere seconds , the amber hue 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 ; starlight returning to the sky , nimue's own ʳᵉᶠˡᵉᶜᵗᶤᵒᶰ once again peering up from the water ; just as a 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 figure appears over her shoulder — face obstructed by darkness . heart 𝑠𝑒𝑖𝑧𝑒𝑠 within her chest , ᴀᴅᴅʟᴇᴅ mind resorting to the worst — nimue whipping around only to realize her sword remains by the campfire . ᴰᴬᶻᴱᴰ & 𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 , mere seconds pass before her fingers wrap around a heavy stone — holding it up with clear intent to aim . before the rock can leave her hand , light falls upon the figure's features in 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 the right way ; a flood of relief settling upon the fey girl . ❛ ❛ by the 𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐬 , fenrir ! ❜ ❜ the 𝑡𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 in her chest subsides , though heart ᶜᵒᶰᵗᶤᶰᵘᵉˢ its frantic pounding - mossy rock lain back into the riverbed with a ˢʰᵃʳᵖ ' clack ' . [ the spirit's 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 lingers within your mind , their warnings coming on much like a 𝒇𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 . ] ❛ ❛ i nearly threw this at your head ! what are you doing out here ? ❜ ❜

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⋆｡˚ ꩜ ( ... ) @roseguided , liked for a 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐓 starter . | 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐧 — the SEVEN OF CUPS [ ↟ ] UPRIGHT ⋆｡ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭 : ( searching for purpose , choices , daydreaming )

the ᵖᵃˢᵗ few days have 𝑠𝑙𝑖𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑑 by in a haze — not necessarily quickly nor too slow ( ... ) nimue simply 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 through each moment entirely ᴘʀᴇᴏᴄᴄᴜᴘɪᴇᴅ . there's little to be done , the fey left to wander the palace grounds with mind far away , seemingly 𝑢𝑛𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑐𝘩𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 . thoughts ˡᶤᶰᵍᵉʳ upon the land 𝑩𝑬𝒀𝑶𝑵𝑫 these grounds , nimue knowing of her own duties that beckon . [ you've turned the notion over in your mind time & ᴛɪᴍᴇ again — 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔 you must leave . knowing you have not fulfilled your role , even when this 𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 heart yearns so 𝑑𝑒𝑒𝑝𝑙𝑦 to stay . ] it's a 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 thing , when nimue returns to earth ; finding herself standing ʲᵘˢᵗ outside of helaena's bedchambers , as if drawn there by some 𝔲𝔫𝔰𝔢𝔢𝔫 force . she almost turns to leave ( ... ) 𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 if she can bear helaena ʷᶤᵗᶰᵉˢˢᶤᶰᵍ this conflict . [ would it be any better to slip out under the 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭 of night ? no . helaena deserves the truth . ] gently does a fist rap upon the bedchamber door , nimue trying to be ᶜᵒᶰˢᶜᶤᵒᵘˢ of the late hour .

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with eyes of 𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐒 glass , nimue ˡᶤᶰᵍᵉʳˢ near the entrance to let herself take in the scene . it smells of a strange amalgamation ; herbs , poppies , smoke . eyes comb through the 𝔯𝔞𝔴 ingredients scattered about , 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐠 a few as ones her mother would keep on hand . nimue steps further into the chamber , cumbersome exhaustion 𝑎𝑙𝑙 but forgotten . it comes as ⲛⲟ surprise to learn that the woman had spent 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 cultivating her 𝔠𝔯𝔞𝔣𝔱 ( ... ) she seems well invested . brows ᶠᵘʳʳᵒʷ at the mention of a curse , gaze flitting towards the other woman . nimue had figured the uncanny 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 was a symptom of her long travels , body ᵇᵉʷᵃᶤˡᶤᶰᵍ her treatment of it . ❛ ❛ no one has enlightened me of any curse , no . ❜ ❜ crossing towards the center of the room so that she might lower her voice , nimue ᵘˢᵉˢ the perspective to take a 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒓 look at what ingredients lay splayed across the tables . ❛ ❛ though ᶤᶰ honesty , i 𝘩𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑛'𝑡 been told very much at all . ❜ ❜

𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐗𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐖𝐋, the mush inside was a deep red color. lumps of other ingredients not combined make it look more than unappetizing for whomever she intended to give it to. beside the rounded table, to which is filled with open books, tools, & ingredients, is a burning hearth with a jug of water boiling away. to the others question, the witch allows herself a small grin noting the way the woman standing in her laboratory seems to be in awe. alys glances up from the mashing bowl to observe nimue. ( alys herself could feel a certain energy radiating off the young woman. different from her own, but similar in some ways. magic resides in her veins. . newer magic she's willing to bet. could nimue feel her own magic, it's old feeling ? alys rivers has always been here about this haunted, cursed castle. )

@wulfbluds said, " HOW DID YOU LEARN TO DO ALL THIS ? "

a small chuckle as an answer is given: ❛ na wi-out practice, ❜ says alys, green eyes unwavering from the other as she stands. hands cleaned off on her apron, the mashing bowl picked up & carried with before being set down again. turning away, she checks the boiling of the water as she continues, ❛ one coudna get as good at makin' healers potions as a'm wi-out practice. it took some years gettin' used-ta, but luckily a'm a quick study. ❜ jug of water is taken & poured into a awaiting mug, eyes returning to nimue: ❛ havin' trouble sleepin' ? it is not uncommon here. have ya heard 'bouts t'curse on this place ? ❜

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⋆｡˚ ꩜ ( ... ) @dogsrot , liked .

heels 𝐃𝐈𝐆 into the dirt of the grassy hillside , sword protruding from the earth at nimue's feet . it stands tall , 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐝 , silver gleaming under the fire ( ... ) steel whispering in her mind , no one 𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒 among the swell is 𝙳𝙸𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚄𝙸𝚂𝙷𝙰𝙱𝙻𝙴 . gaze lifts as fenrir's figure casts a shadow against the flickering campfire , his approach ᵐᵉᵗ with a steely resolve . [ some part of you still doubts whether you can 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 him ( ... ) if his 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 are honest , or if fenrir merely waits in silence for an ᵒᵖᵖᵒʳᵗᵘᶰᶤᵗʸ to strike . your faith can be put in 𝑛𝑜 𝑜𝑛𝑒 but yourself while you tote this 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 cargo . is that truly you talking , ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰ ? ] ❛ ❛ no sign of 𝔱𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔟𝔩𝔢 ? ❜ ❜

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⋆｡˚ ꩜ ( ... ) @rhindon , liked .

❛ ❛ there are 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 things i ᶜᵃᶰᶰᵒᵗ explain here . ❜ ❜ nimue's fingers idly 𝔪𝔢𝔡𝔡𝔩𝔢 with the sheath of her sword , gaze darting from one set of eyes to another before 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 returning to the high king . she can place her 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐓 in peter's reputation , but there are simply 𝑡𝑜𝑜 many ears in one room to feel secure . ❛ ❛ may we 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑘 privately ? it is of 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆 importance , & my message is ᵐᵉᵃᶰᵗ for your ears alone . ❜ ❜

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⋆｡˚ ꩜ ( ... ) @roseguided [ 𝑎𝑙𝑦𝑠 ] , liked .

❛ ❛ i 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 got an 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛 . ❜ ❜ gaze ᶜᵃˢᵗ over her shoulder , gazing at alys with eyes that reflect the 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆 fire under the hearth . [ in the ᴰᴱᑦᴬᴰᴱˢ that have passed since you last laid eyes on her , few things have changed . ] ❛ ❛ — 𝖓𝖔𝖙 one that made 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎 , anyways . what 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 you here ? what ᵏᵉᵉᵖˢ you from leaving , going ᵃᶰʸʷʰᵉʳᵉ else ? ❜ ❜

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⋆｡˚ ꩜ ( ... ) @bloomifys [ 𝑒𝑙𝑠𝑎 ] , liked .

❛ ❛ it's ᶰᵒᵗ much of a 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 , is it ? ❜ ❜ nimue asks 𝑠𝑜𝑓𝑡𝑙𝑦 , barely a murmur upon shallow breath . [ within these walls of yours that you defend so 𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐲 , there's a burgeoning 𝔡𝔢𝔰𝔦𝔯𝔢 to loosen your grip ; to let your defenses ᶠᵃˡᵗᵉʳ . ] ❛ ❛ always being 𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐓 ( ... ) about everything , & 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 . ❜ ❜