#neely brodwyne

[wolfhollow]

What does your heart look like?

Neely Brodwyne

an open door, a burning hearth

Your chest is wide open, and your heart is a home. Others are welcomed in readily and asked to stay. You are comfort and love, everything you were never given but so desperately want to provide for others. You have built this welcoming hearth with your own two hands and won’t see anyone else left out in the cold. Be careful to not burn yourself out trying to keep everyone else warm.

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Arden Baen

a compass that doesn’t waver

You are someone who is certain of what you want. Maybe you always have been, or maybe you made a discovery that you haven’t been able to tear your eyes away from. Your heart is set and certain. You fight endlessly for your goals. Above all else, you know who you are and what you are trying to achieve. Just be careful not to tear yourself or others apart in pursuit of your ideals.

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Quiz Here

Thank you to @ondragonwings / @witchlightdesigns for the tag!

Tagging: @porxienapper (Lou / Haddy your choice), @mischiefwife (Attie), @just-the-mage (Noelle), @violetlypurple (Rokka), @tinfoil-balloon (Ruin me with Dagi pls)

[wolfhollow]

H) What trait do you admire most? and 8) What were they told to stop/start doing most often as a child?

For neely!

H) What trait do you admire most?

Neely has the sort of confidence I'd love to have for myself. They are unashamed of who they are and have a devil-may-care approach to what others think.

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8) What wee they told to stop/start doing most often as a child?

Gonna answer this with a ficlet, as is my habit. Thank you for the prompt @tinfoil-balloon !

Dry leaves crunched under their feet as the children ran through the gate, slamming it behind them with a clatter of aged wood. From the house behind them Danielle could hear their mother bawling out a rough reprimand for their treatment of the old gate, but they were already two strides into the woods by the time she stuck her head out the window to really tell them off.

Danielle heard the dry brush rattle as Dierdre stumbled in the undergrowth, her short legs catching on the brambles despite Danielle's efforts to squash them down for her. She burbled a protest, her tiny, off-key voice whining as she stopped in her tracks, "D'neely!"

Danielle turned about, watching as Dierdre's hands flew in frustrated, choppy motions. "I'm too little, Neely, help!"

Crossing the distance between them Neely signed as they spoke, their fingers steadier than their sister's. "Want a ride? I'll carry you!" They were rewarded by Dee's eager nod and they quickly turned and crouched down as she clambered onto their back. It only took a moment for her to get settled and then they were off again.

The woods were still around them, the birdsong of summer long gone now as the chill of autumn settled over the Silverpine. A few scraps of rusty red leaves clung between the evergreen boughs of the pines, and Neely used them to navigate their way down the little deer trail. After a half an hour or so of walking and checking their favorite spots they felt a small hand touch their cheek. Peering over their shoulder, they saw Dee pointing urgently to their right, and they followed her gesturing finger to a lone, scrubby maple where a beautiful butter colored fungus blossomed from the crook of its limbs.

"Gawh, that's a big one!" They mumbled to themself as Dee wriggled off their back and ran up to the tree. At nearly seven she was still tiny, another of the fever's gifts, and even now the low growing mushroom was out of her reach.

Her frustration was palpable as she whirled back, signing with unrestrained eagerness, "I want to get it. I saw it, it's mine!"

"Ok!" Neely laughed as they fished the old pocket knife out and snapped the blade open. It was hardly sharp, but they still placed it in Dee's hands with careful attention to how she held it in her small fingers. "Y'don't have to push hard with these, just a little and they'll pop right off, ok?"

Their signing was returned with a nod and a brisk one-handed sign from Dee, "I know, I know!"

That settled they lifted her up, their arms wrapped around her waist as she reached for the mushroom. For a moment they were worried the knife was too big for her after all, but with a grunt she persevered until the mushroom popped off and the pair of them nearly fell back onto tbe ground. Catching themself Neely lowered her to the ground, where Dee dropped the knife in her excitement over her prize.

"Careful!" They bent to pick it up out of the dirt, brushing the blade and wooden handle off with care. "This was Darrins."

"Sorry," she signed back, awkward with the mushroom gripped in her arms.

"S'ok," they ruffled her hair and held out the gleaner's sack to her. "Mum will like that one, now let's find a couple more!"

[wolfhollow]

Neely Brodwyne (she/they) Aww hell yeah, got my enby worgen monk ready to go.

[wolfhollow]

Worgen Monk!

Worgen Monks, this is not a drill. An excuse for me to make a shitty Gilnean that wears a beanie and punches people who piss them off. Maybe does some fucky mist shit, I haven't made up my mind.

Danielle "Neely" Brodwyne (she/they)