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[wordslikesilver]

Wearepaladin ask for your Redeemer:

It’s been twenty plus years, but one of the worst foes you fought against back in the day is back, but appears to have not only survived but is trying to reform. They even show up in your temple one day, see you, but you’re not sure if you’re recognized or not. They never approach the Paladin directly, but exist in the peripheral. How, if at all, does the Paladin approach them.

@wearepaladin Tysm for this amazing prompt! I couldn't stop typing as soon as I started, this was great <3

Dame Shvana Peacepainter turned and faced the opening door of the sanctum. She'd gladly face anyone who entered their doors and greet them as warmly as she could. Being an Ifrit woman, warmth was never challenging for her. Being old admittedly made her cranky sometimes, but the gentleness her strength allowed her to approach life with still came as naturally as ever. She watched as a man in simple clothing entered the room softly, if the door hadn't creaked, she probably wouldn't have noticed, but that's why she liked to leave the door creaky.

His face was remarkably blank. Not even bored, just kind of absent of emotion. She really wasn't one to judge at this point, with everyone she'd met and made friends with in her life. The man stood and assessed the room then smoothly turned and closed the door firmly behind himself, hand flat against its surface, before turning back to the paladin who stood before him, wearing her simple prayer robes. He saw before him an older woman that appeared almost aflame from within, whose skin was as black as obsidian and hair like glowing golden ashes. He discerned quickly she was a Brightsoul. The room was filled with light, her light, radiating out from her as if she eclipsed its source from all sides.

"Are... are you..." the words were heavy in his mouth, like he wasn't very dextrous with his tongue. Yet. "Are you... The Eclipse of Sarenrae?"

"I am, weary traveller. How may I assist you today?" Shvana stood with her arms at her sides, fingers laced in front, her horns adding to the regalness she stood with so casually.

"I thought perhaps..." the man took a moment to set his jaw using his hand. "I thought perhaps I'd take you up on that offer of bread and tea, now that I'm back."

With that, his form turned fluid and the colours of his form fading into silver. He seemed like a blank slate of a humanoid. Smooth face, smooth body. He fell to a knee, his liquid form trembling under its own weight for just a moment before it held still again, stabilizing a touch more now that no disguise needed to be held. His frame was terribly, terribly thin, more wiry than a Mezlan should normally be. But that's to be expected when it takes twenty long years to pull oneself back together.

"My old friend," Shvana strode to his side with a beaming smile and knelt at his side, laying a hand on his shifting form. "I prayed I would see you again."

Healing energies flowed down her hand into his body and he gladly accepted, finding his second wind, able now to stand after taking her hand. His face was blank but she could feel his surprise underneath his flowing surface. They certainly hadn't parted as amicably as she had made it sound. Together, they slowly walked to a bench at the far end of the room and sat down gently, settling into the softness of the cushions.

"Why," was all he could ask.

"I promised, didn't I?" she said with a soft smile.

"Why promise, then."

"You seemed... like it's been a long time, I suppose," she began softly. "Since the last time that you got to break bread at a table. Share a cup of tea with someone and just, be."

She thought about the look in his eyes as she cried out to him, years ago, that his war was over, he could stop. Whatever world he was from was gone. He could find peace now, if he wanted to. She remembered him using her face and the expression that told her he couldn't. There wasn't a world he could fathom where he could stop. A remnant of a bygone era, a soldier with orders from a long dead general, a mission to kill priests and frame neighbouring countries to breed instability, all for a people who didn't exist anymore. But he was a good soldier and when he awoke centuries later, reformed after countless years from a death he'd never remember happening, he followed the last orders he'd ever received, as perfectly as he did back then.

"We give up our need for food and water, sleep too, when we decide to become... this," he replied. "Did you know that, back then?"

"Sounds miserable," she added with a soft chuckle. "My wife told me, after our first battle. She's a librarian. Most brilliant woman I've ever met. Told her what I couldn't believe I'd seen and she plopped a big heavy tome in front of me, knowing right away the book I needed. Read the bit about how you were probably a soldier. I've heard enough confessions to know at least a bit of what you were probably going through. I just couldn't stop... thinking about it. How afraid you probably were, under the surface. I couldn't help myself I guess."

He looked at her then, when she said he must've been afraid. He thought back to the woman in dark plate armour that shone like the dawn who carried a greatshield and an axe. The way she stood so valiantly between him and his quarry, stopping him so soundly from slipping by with a blade of liquid metal. He'd never met a person whose guard felt so focused and filled with purpose. He remembered feeling the softest note of admiration back then.

"So, big sap that I am, I decided I'd invite you to tea and fresh bread, if you liked. Even with the knife at my throat," she laughed, and then went very quiet. "Why let go of my hand?"

The waterfall. Caught in the rushing waters, she'd planted her shield and held his hand as they'd both fallen in at the climax of their final skirmish. Right at the edge of the falls, she held him tight and wouldn't budge, not for anything in the world. She'd finally shown him he wasn't when he thought he was anymore, that the war he was made for was over. But then, that war was his entire life. She took that from him. He'd have to learn how to live as a person again after being carved away at until he was just a weapon, one with as little feeling as necessary left to shape his humanity around. A weapon that hadn't been beat to a ploughshare when it was time to set down the swords. And now, he knew it. She couldn't live with herself if she abandoned him like that. He didn't ask for her saving. She could've slain him, for the killing crimes he'd committed. But no, she couldn't have. She's just never been the type to leave well enough alone, after all. When he let go of her hand and slipped down the falls, scattered by the onslaught of the current, her heart shattered in a way she'd never felt before.

"It was the sunset," he said after some silence. "It had been a long time since I got to see one like that. And I was tired, my lady. I was very, very tired. A part of me hoped, if I scattered far enough apart in the current, maybe this time it would... stick. Another part wondered if I'd get to taste some good food again, wherever I woke up. I watched that sun set and just. Hoped whatever came next was as pretty as that last view I got. Prayed for it, I guess. I'm sure you wouldn't know anything about a feeling like that though." Her laughter was bright and filled the room.

They chatted more as they stood and shuffled to the kitchen. She was adamant that the kitchen of the temple be well stocked and earlier that morning, she'd baked a special new kind of bread with a fruit her wife had brought for her one day. Something called a Bonono? She couldn't quite remember what it was called but it was something silly like that. The bread tasted divine, of course. The temple smelled gorgeously for the rest of the day and she'd snuck at least three pieces for herself over the course of the day. After buttering a slice for herself and her guest, she readied a hot cup of tea for the both of them. She loved the sweeter fruit teas, they'd always reminded her so warmly of her beloved. When both cups were full, she brought them to the table and set one at each place and the buttered fruit-bread on humble wood plates she'd definitely never accidentally scorched a fingerprint into once or twice over the years.

"After you, and I hope you enjoy. It's my wife's recipe, she's the real cook, I just copy whatever she shows me," said Shvana.

"Speaking of copies, may I perhaps borrow your mouth for a moment?" the blank faced silver man requested politely, then looked down in some degree of shame for a moment. "It's been a long time and... I don't remember very well what mine looked like, I think."

"I'd never refuse a friend something as sweet as that."

He paused a moment while looking at her, then shifted into a perfect copy of her, clothes and all, without the glow of her Brightsoul. Carefully, he lifted the bread and took a bite, then sipped from his tea. Setting them down, he sat in silence, chewing slowly, then swallowing as deliberately as he could. It was a pleasant sound, she had to admit. She liked seeing people be well fed. Even when they were wearing her face to do it. He paused, staring at the table, then silver fluid dripped from his chin suddenly onto the table, and quite quickly at that.

"Oh Goddess, are you well? What's happening, is this some sort of bad reaction to the bread?" Shvana began panicking slightly but he held up his hand and smiled.

"All is well, my lady. Worry not about the food, I can't taste it in the slightest and it's gone down pleasantly," he explained. "I think... I think this just might be how my body cries."

She remembered him once take on the form of a crying child, the snotty tears rolling down his cheeks looking like nothing more than just that, despite being a mere simulacrum he'd made for the sake of subterfuge. She knew back then the tears weren't real when he shifted calmly back into his regular form upon being found out. She made it clear to him in future she'd kill him on the spot if he ever tried involving children again and as far as she knew, he'd respected that threat for all it was worth.

"I'm... crying. I didn't know my body could still... why am I crying?" his bewilderment was palpable as the drops fell onto obsidian black hands and slowly absorbed back into himself.

Shvana sat beside him and let her warmth pour idly into the room as it always did, happy to observe and let him understand himself at his own pace. She was just glad she could give him company while he did so.

"If you'd like, we can continue again tomorrow while I ready a bed for you in the temple to rest in tonight," she offered gently.

"No, no I..." he trailed off a bit and stared at the tea and smiled, understanding now what simple things he could still get back, in due time. "I think I'd like to finish my tea and bread, if that's alright."

"Then that is what we shall do, my old friend," she replied and took a sip of tea that tasted as sweet as her wife.

The night was long and kind. Beautiful stars filled the sky and the reminisced about how that was how she'd shown him the truth of when he truly was. Together, the loaf of bread was finished and the tea had been delightful. There were no more tears, but she could tell he savoured every bite with reverence, grounding himself as the food entered his body. By the time they'd caught up with each other and shared their stories, dawn was softening the sky. They watched together as the sun rose on the temple and he felt a quiet ache that told him things were going to be alright, somehow. That indeed, one day he'd learn to live again as a man.

[vulgaren]

В такива филми се вкарва, че вече наричам путката ѝ "Малък градски театър зад анала"

[kalungcantikshvana]

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[shvana]

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[ashirhonda]

#yogaeverydamnday Day 3 #adhomukhashvanasana Adho= downward Mukha= face Shvana= dog Addresses 9 muscle groups This is a great pose that helps with beginning inversion poses. Inversion poses naturally move the diaphragm up making the exhale of abdominal muscles pretty deep. Be aware of how your shoulders feel since it is being internally rotated. Which can feel like pinching in the shoulders. #Namaste #breatheinbreatheout #psmb #chesterfieldmo #wellnessjourney #massagetherapy #westcountystl #stlmo #yogachallenge #fitmom #pitfam #40isthenew20 #postpartumbody #weightlossjourney #newbornmom #yoga #anatomy (at Prolong Symmetry) https://www.instagram.com/p/BtbUEItDwlN/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1xitzf6w020l8

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Shvana Kalung Etnik Salima Tosca - Kalung Salima adalah kalung dengan dari logam dengan model Etnik yang menggambarkan kebudayaan di Sumatra.Kalung ini bernuasnsa etnik yang sangat cocok digunakan dengan baju daerah atau dengan atasan polos dan kain-kain Indonesia untuk digunakan dalam acara pesta.Dapat digunakan baik dengan kemeja, blazer, ataupun kaos.Gunakan dengan kemeja atau blazer untuk mendapatkan tampilan professional.Atau gunakan dengan celana jeans untuk tampilan casual yang modis. Model : Kalung Etnik, 4 layer dengan tekstur cantik. Bahan : Resin, Alloy Panjang Kalung 58 x 65 Cm Lebar Kalung 11 Cm Kata kunci pencarian : Shvana Kalung Etnik shared with pixbuf.com

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[kalungkekinian-blog]

Kalung Makalai adalah kalung 3 layer dengan Tesktur di tiap layer yang sangat cantik.Kalung ini bernuansa etnik yang sangat cocok digunakan dengan baju daerah atau dengan atasan polos dan kain-kain Indonesia untuk digunakan dalam acara pesta.Dapat digunakan baik dengan kemeja, blazer, ataupun kaos.Gunakan dengan kemeja atau blazer untuk mendapatkan tampilan professional.Atau gunakan dengan celana jeans untuk tampilan casual yang modis. Model : Kalung Etnik, 3 layer dengan tekstur cantik. Bahan : Resin, Alloy Panjang Kalung 52 x 59 CmLebar Kalung 13 Cm  Kata kunci pencarian : Shvana Kalung Etnik

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[kalungcantikshvana]

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[shvana]

I succeeded: Finally I was able to configure my GitHub  actions, it is simple but it works correctly, in this repository use lengage C, for more details I will leave the attached link: https://github.com/Shvana/C-RoadMap  

[english-tibetan-dictionary]

shvana

shwa na ma mched - Shvana Sisters [RY]

shva na ma mched bzhi - Four Shvana Sisters [RY]

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