#wc: 284

[party-pri3st]

The stables are a bit of a walk from Pandreo's typical haunts around the monastery, but there are some early mornings where he finds himself drawn there. There aren't many reminders of home in Garreg Mach; no sprawling sands, no alligator skewer vendors, and a strict air of starched propriety replacing the lax nature of Solm. Sometimes, Prince Fogado would lend Pandreo a horse so they could ride out to a party that was out of their normal radius. Pandreo has never ridden a horse without his Prince riding one at his side, and it was normally Fogado who encouraged Pandreo whenever his usual laid-back demeanor bloomed into panic. No, you're not doing anything wrong, they just have to get used to you. 

Pandreo appreciates the various animals of the monastery. They're pure, easy to read, hard to disappoint.

He hears - and smells - the horses before he sees them, glancing beyond the stable gates as he passes. Pandreo had spent most of his life having never seen a pegasus - not until joining the Divine One's army - and now he lives among them. It's nice to appreciate them outside of a battle;maybe one will let him touch their feathers, if he's careful.

There's a young woman hauling a bucket of water inside the gate, her back turned, her focus elsewhere. Her cornflower-colored hair is coiled round her head in a somewhat-messy braid, and she wears an academy uniform. Pandreo wonders if it's normal for a single student to be attending all of the horses, but he figures that if his nostalgia has brought him here, he may as well make himself useful.

"Hey - " he calls, a little too loud, "anything I can help with?"

easier with wings

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[ywnzn]

hydrangea love ☆ start over ¹⁸

☆ ex!park wonbin x fem!reader x jung sungchan

☆ synopsis. yn, owner of a well-known perfume brand, releases a new series inspired by a heartbreak. unaware that the model promoting the series is the one who caused the heartbreak.

☆ wc. 284 / not proofread

due to taesan’s mishap with wonbin’s contract, yn felt like she wanted the ground to swallow her whole; she didn’t think she had it in her to continue working with wonbin after their last conversation.

the two successfully managed to avoid each other during meetings and past shoots. yet due to the next concept being only known by yn. they were forced to be together on set. though thankfully, the shoot went on peacefully.

wonbin approached the girl with a slight smile, handing her a bottle of water, they were currently in a flower field for wonbin’s photoshoot for the next part of the series.

“nice work,” yn commented after thanking him. which earned her a hum from him. “it’s all thanks to your ideas,” the boy shrugged.

“wonbin i-“

“i’m sorry..”

their gazes met as they both spoke at the same time, wonbin awkwardly nodded; asking her to continue.

“i… i just wanted to say sorry for lashing out at you a few weeks ago… i realized that i never really gave you the chance to explain..”

wonbin sighed and turned in his seat to face her. “i’m sorry too, for everything i said. and also for what i did back then,”

yn gave him a subtle nod and an understanding smile before he continued: “do you think we could start over?”

“start… over?” yn tilted her head in confusion at his suggestion, earning a panicked laugh from wonbin.

“i mean, like, we could start over by being friends? not necessarily start over with dating...” he rubbed the back of his nape as he explained. yn nodded again, but before she could give him a reply her phone vibrated with a text notification.

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[seivsite]

includes: nagi seishiro x gn!reader. i am not a big marvel / dc (?) fan so forgive me for any inaccuracies, made this bc i saw spidey nagi art and my brain did a SHIJWSI — wc: 284

Spiderman Nagi, who unintentionally saves your life when an accident occurs in your city, only asks if you are injured before leaving you.

Spiderman Nagi discovers that you went to the same school as him and asks Reo for any information about you, driven by curiosity ever since the previous encounter ( he found you quite good looking ).

Unbeknownst to Spiderman Nagi, he couldn’t fathom that you would discover his identity in just a week. He learns that your reasoning was deduced from his signature catchphrase, “Too much of a hassle.”

Spiderman Nagi fails to realise that he has fallen in love with you until Reo points it out, revealing that he never acts towards you the way he does with others.

Finally gathering the courage, Spiderman Nagi plans to confess his feelings to you. However, before he can, you beat him to it by kissing him after he sustains severe injuries from fighting a villain.

Like a scene from a movie, Spiderman Nagi kisses you upside down every time he passes by, creating a romantic atmosphere.

At 2 am, Spiderman Nagi knocks on your window just because he misses you and craves your comforting hugs and kisses.

Spiderman Nagi would do anything to save you and ensure your safety, even if it means you have to forget about him, a sacrifice he is willing to make.

Observing you from afar, Spiderman Nagi sees you engaged in conversation with Reo, understanding that he shouldn’t disrupt your peace for the sake of your safety, a bittersweet display of his love.

In hopes that you will remember him and the bond you shared, Spiderman Nagi leaves small trinkets in your room, longing for a return to the way things used to be.

NOTES. the art that started it all, kinda rushed lol, thank u for reading!

TAG LIST. @rintosei @m8bius

LIKES AND REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED! ‹3

[madlyney]

Meeting of Fate

Issei Matsukawa x gn!reader (timeskip) Wc: 284 words

Just thinking about how when you were sitting on a subway, subconsciously scrolling through your phone as you waited for your destination, the train stopped at a station and opened the door. A young man walked in through the automatic doors of the vehicle. You looked up from your phone and you both locked eyes for a couple of seconds before he looked away, looking for a vacant seat. You furrowed your brows, wondering why he seemed so familiar. As if you both shared a bond wayyyyy back in high school. As if you both shared a few almost intimate moments. As if he was your first ever love. That’s when it hit you.

Issei Matsukawa.

You glanced up to the guy again, only to find him staring back at you. Shocked, the both of you looked away again, feeling awkward even though he was probably a couple feet away from you. The both of you had lost contact after graduating when you had gotten a new phone. It had been nearly a decade since you both last saw each other. 

You contemplated going up to him, but you were worried that he’d be mad at your loss of connection. Just then, the train halted for another stop at a station. Issei got up and passed by you, his gaze stuck on the floor, not daring to make eye contact with you as he approached the doors. You mentally cursed yourself and got up from your seat.

“Issei,” you called out, your voice almost breathless. Thankfully, the subway barely had any passengers, so you didn't feel pressured.

Issei paused and turned back. “y/n, you remembered me,” he said, his tone mixed with multiple emotions–which relief played a big role in.

Mad’s note: i was planning on making issei js walk out the door, so both the reader and him missed the chance to talk again, but oh well! (ignore how bad the banner looked i couldn't find one online so i had to make one myself…)

[braidlottie]

sugar mommy!lottie + aerophobia ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ fluff/hc, soft!mommy!lottie, reader has aerophobia (scared of flying), lottie has her own jet, no plane crash au, wc: 284

posting blurbs to keep me active >>>

“you ready, honey?” lottie sat down next to you, buckling her seatbelt. you nodded hesitantly, looking out the window. you were excited about your trip with lottie, she was taking you to greece for vacation, since she finally had some free time with you.

“nervous?” she noticed you fiddling with your shirt sleeves anxiously. she frowned when you avoided her gaze. “sweetheart.. it’s okay. it’s super safe. i’ve never had a problem with this flight, mommy’s been flying with these pilots for years.” she reassured you, pulling your head in for a kiss.

lottie showed you all the different movies you could watch, telling you it was going to be quite a long flight. it took 10 hours to get to greece from jersey.

the flight attendant came back and brought you some juice and a couple of snacks to calm you down. everything was going well until it was time to takeoff. the plane’s engine was loud, you could feel it rumbling in your chest. you whined, tears pooling in your eyes.

“you’re fine, baby, remember? mommy’s right here.” her hand wrapped around you. “once we’re up in the air, we can watch a movie, whichever one you want.”

lottie watched you lean in closer to her, clinging onto her arm. you closed your eyes, burying your face into her shoulder. you felt a couple of bumps of turbulence, the plane steadying shortly after.

when it’s safe she unbuckles your seatbelt, and lets you snuggle up with her, laying your head on her chest. she keeps her promise, letting you decide on the movie. once you do, the two of you share earbuds, wrapping up in a blanket and enjoying the smooth flight.

taglist: @antlerbf @deerlottie @theyellowjacketschewtoy @girltwinklater @kessellluvr @lotties-ashwagandha 

[lilquokka04]

🧡Sub Skz Kinktober List🧡

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1st slapping ☆ hyunjin

Wc-130

2nd handkink ☆ han

Wc-1748

3rd pet play ☆chan

Wc- 232

6th threesome (2 subs) ☆ innie and felix

Wc-171

7th lactation ☆ changbin

Wc-177

8th choking ☆ seungmin

Wc-162

9th footjob ☆ leeknow

Wc-516

12th watching ☆ hyunlix

Wc- 814

13th restraints ☆ ?

Wc-370

14th toys they like ot8 ☆

Wc-754

15th humiliation ☆ innie

Wc-214

16th cum play ☆ hyunjin

Wc-155

18th recording ?

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19th manhandling ☆ han

Wc-194

22nd somno ☆ seungmin

Wc-284

23rd skz as soft subs ot8 ☆

Wc-570

24th mirrors ☆ felix

Wc-618

25th marking ☆ leeknow

Wc-785

26th mutual masturbation ☆ bin

Wc-430

30th bladder control ☆ chan

Wc-1758

31st crying ?

Wc-

[fanfaire]

SNEZHNAYA'S HARBINGERS NEVER APPROACHED without reason. she'd been warned this time and time again, and it'd sat like a stone in the back of her mind even since her dethroning. she still couldn't understand why the knave continued to find her after everything that'd happened. or. . . why they continued to run into each other, she supposed.

" fate, " she said, and the thought makes the former archon shudder ; she couldn't think of a more terrifying one if that was the case. to extricate herself from the gilded stage, only to exit into a spider's web. no, she shouldn't think of it so deeply. how ridiculous. it could only be coincidence.

"oh. . . "

. . . as before, she's at a loss for how to respond to the other's needle-like prying, threatening to snake under and hollow her out from the inside. thoughts swarm in a bid to decipher what she could be after. was there information she was looking for from her answer? she swears truly this time, she doesn't know anything. but the flurry of noise today is counterbalanced by a heavy sluggishness, a different tenor undercutting the chorus. had it only been a day? it couldn't be. . . that realm and its bone-chilling cold had been neverending. suppressing a shiver, she curls in unconsciously upon herself a bit more: conch receding. "i. . . i don't really know what you mean. it's true i was in a strange place earlier. and we met the winter goddess." periphery drifts to the trio of divinity, then away to respect their privacy.

—goddess. ah, wait, she didn't think— because of what she used to be—?

"but i didn't have anything to do with it! really, i had no idea what was happening either."

goddess ashore.

a post-requiem encounter with @fanfaire.

[teyums]

#9 on the smut list with Lo’ak?? 🤭

yall’s choices are so good i think i’m the one being blessed 😩fourth commission for the party <3 wc: 284

Smut Prompt #9 w/Lo’ak

“You take me so well.”

pairing: adult!Lo’ak x fem!na’vi reader

warnings: mdni 🔞

Your back bows from the earth as Lo’ak ruts into you, a merciless pace set from the moment he started.

He’s got your legs thrown over his forearms, your thighs spread for him in a way so tantalizing he swears he could do this forever. His hands keep a bruising hold on your hips as he drags you down to meet his weighted thrusts and you quickly bite your lip to stifle a squeal.

With timing nothing less than perfect, one rough snap of his hips into your sopping heat has you gasping. The air is knocked from your lungs in seconds and you let your head lull back, soft blades of grass tickling the skin of your cheek while he fucks you senseless.

You’re a mess beneath him, moaning and begging for something between sweet little whimpers that have his balls tensing. You’re not exactly too sure what you’re pleading for, but you know he’ll give it to you regardless.

Your breasts bounce from the sheer force of how hard he’s drilling into you and the familiar tingle of an orgasm brews in your core, it makes your hands helplessly grasp at the earth beneath you as you try to catch your breath.

Amber eyes trail down your body, lingering on the soft of your curves before they’re glinting with lust at the way the plump lips of your cunt spread around his cock.

“God, baby, look at you… you take me so well.”

And he can’t help but lift a hand to cup your pretty face. The pad of his thumb dragging against your kiss-swollen lips before you’re sucking the digit into your mouth and crying out around it.

Likes + Comments + Reblogs are much appreciated 💗

©teyums 2023

[hauntedaugust]

Yuuta x gn! reader

WC:284

Summary: Yuuta struggles with the realization that he's lost his love for you.

AN: tbh even though Yuuta was on my mind the whole time I was writing this, it doesn't feel very in character for him. So if there's another character you think it fits better let me know and feel free to substitute for them while you read.

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I love you.

A whispered promise of dedication and devotion, spoken over pillows, dinners, fights, and the loud din of crowded train stations.

Spoken casually or as a joke, murmured as a secret or screamed but its meaning is always the same.

And he spoke it with such sincerity. it slipped off his tongue so sweetly he could swear it tasted like honey.

So at what point did it start to disgust him? At what point did the wine that was sweeter from your cup start tasting sour?

And he knew that you knew.

He watched the flicker of doubt cross your face every time the bitter words slipped from his now-forked tongue. And he scrambled to pick up the pieces of his heart that no longer beat for you.

And with every question you asked him, every doubt you voiced, he stood firm in his adamancy that he loves you. And the lie took root so deep in him that he could almost convince himself that it was true.

But the bitter taste never truly left.

And the words that once flowed like honey now poured like blood from his mouth.

And he could only assume that the metallic taste came from the knives he stuck in your back with every lie that fell from his tongue.

But he couldn't lose you.

How could he bear to let you go when all he loved he had lost?

And so he continued to lie, twisting truth to fall into the decadence of your love, all while trying not to choke on the blood in his mouth.

After all, sometimes saying “I love you” is just another way to ensure you'll never be alone.

[piperslovebot]

wc: 284 | sapphic september: day 23 | sapphic september prompts (@sapphic-september) | 023, phone call I sapphic september prompts (@cora-writes-things & @solar-settings): 023, phone call I fandom: that ‘90s show I rating: not rated

[environmental1000studies]

12/4 pollution is cancerous, literally.

Earlier in the semester, I did a mini-research project and presentation on "Cancer Alley" in Louisiana. It's an 85-mile stretch from Baton Rouge to New Orleans along the Mississippi River and has the highest cancer rates in the country. This range has over 200 petrochemical plants along the river, causing water contamination and air pollution, leading to these detrimental consequences on human health. The state government does little to aid residents and work to protect their health by reporting false data on environmental conditions. Along with this, little funding goes toward the health crisis. I wonder what the current guidelines for public health and safety are in this region and what is being done by the residents to raise awareness of the direness of their situation.

There is currently a lawsuit against the St. James Parish Council filed by Inclusive Louisiana, Mt. Triumph Baptist Church, and RISE St. James in 2023, according to this recent article by the Center for Constitutional Rights. On October 7, 2024, groups of resident representatives went in front of the court and argued against the discriminatory practices used by the Parish Council when placing new petrochemical facilities. In recompense, the residents of the primarily-Black 4th and 5th Districts are pushing for a moratorium, a temporary suspension, on building new petrochemical facilities. These communities shoulder heavy burdens within their region. Since 1958, when the first facility was built in St. James Parish, at least 20 out of the total 24 plants are in Districts 4 and 5. Mind-blowing. Even within the overarching disproportionate effects felt along the sub-hundred-mile stretch, we see “sacrifice zones” within a “sacrifice zone,” where communities are impacted significantly more than others that suffer along “Cancer Alley.” 

wc: 284

[1vqio2q-es-stuff-blog]

Syndyk masy upadłości osoby fizycznej nieprowadzącej działalności gospodarczej: Tomasza Chmurzyńskiego w upadłości – ogłasza przetarg pisemny ofertowy na sprzedaż z wolnej ręki w bardzo atrakcyjnej cenie następującej nieruchomości: 1. udział do 1/6 w prawie odrębnej własności lokalu mieszkalnego położnego w Polkowicach przy ul. Skalników 33/4 o pow. użytkowej: 47,60 m2 wraz z pomieszczeniem przynależnym – komórka piwniczna o pow. 2,80 m2, składający się z 2 pokoi, kuchni, łazienki, wc oraz przedpokoju – dla którego to lokalu prowadzona jest przez Sąd Rejonowy w Lubinie, V Wydział Ksiąg Wieczystych księga wieczysta nr: LE1U/00052593/6 – szczegółowo opisany w operacie rzeczoznawcy maj��tkowego Grażyny Kasjan z dnia 4 czerwca 2022 roku - za najwyższe zaoferowane ceny nie niższe niż kwota: 13.367,50 zł. Warunkiem uczestniczenia w przetargu jest złożenie pisemnej oferty w zamkniętej kopercie w dwóch egzemplarzach - jednego na ręce Sędziego komisarza, Sąd Rejonowy Szczecin Centrum, XII Wydział Gospodarczy, ul. Narutowicza 19, 70-231 Szczecin, drugiego na ręce syndyka - Bartosza Stawarskiego, ul. Narutowicza 12, 70-240 Szczecin, z dopiskiem: „sprzedaż udziału w nieruchomości: Tomasz Chmurzyński, sygn. akt XII GUp 13/21 – do dnia 21 lipca 2023 roku do godziny: 15.00, która wina zawierać: a. oświadczenie o chęci zakupu powyżej wymienionych nieruchomości wraz z zaoferowaną ceną zakupu, b. imię i nazwisko, adres zamieszkania, numer telefonu (dotyczy osób fizycznych), a w przypadku podmiotów prowadzących działalność gospodarczą – zaświadczenie o wpisie do ewidencji działalności gospodarczej, c. oznaczenie osoby prawnej, adres, numer telefonu, wyciąg z KRS (dotyczy podmiotów wpisanych do Krajowego Rejestru Sądowego), d. umowa spółki lub statut (dotyczy podmiotów wpisanych do Krajowego Rejestru Sądowego), e. uchwała wspólników spółki kapitałowej, wyrażająca zgodę na nabycie przez spółkę przedmiotu przetargu lub informacja, że zgodnie z umową spółki lub statutem nie jest wymagana, f. dowód wpłaty wadium w wysokości 10% ceny wywoławczej, g. zobowiązanie oferenta do pokrycia wszelkich podatków i opłat, oraz innych kosztów związanych z zawarciem umowy sprzedaży, h. oświadczenie, że oferent zapoznał się ze stanem prawnym i technicznym przedmiotu sprzedaży oraz z regulaminem przetargu, który przyjmuje jako obowiązujący w ramach planowanej sprzedaży oraz, że wyraża zgodę na wyłączenie rękojmi za wady, i. podpisy osób uprawnionych do reprezentacji, W przypadku niedochowania powyższych warunków oferta nie będzie rozpatrywana. Warunki sprzedaży powyższej nieruchomości zawarte są w regulaminie przetargu. Dokumenty, z którymi Oferenci zobowiązani są zapoznać się przed złożeniem oferty dostępne są w biurze syndyka, ul. Narutowicza 12, 70-240 Szczecin (po uprzednim telefonicznym umówieniu się: tel. 888 088 222). Wadium w wysokości 10 % ceny wywoławczej należy wpłacić wyłącznie w formie przelewu bankowego najpóźniej do dnia składania ofert (wadium winno znajdować się już na rachunku bankowym upadłego) na rachunek bankowy prowadzony dla masy upadłości numer: 50 1140 2004 0000 3502 7683 9643. Dodatkowe informacje odnośnie nieruchomości można uzyskać pod numerem telefonu: (888) 088-222 lub e-mail: syndyk.szczecin@wp.pl. Termin oglądania nieruchomości wyznaczono na dzień: 7 lipca 2023 roku w godzinach: 16:00-18:00 - należy telefonicznie potwierdzić chęć oglądnięcia udziału w nieruchomości pod numerem telefonu: 692 484 284.

[mediastudies23]

WGA Officially Calls for Strike

Hours before the contract between the Writers Guild of America and the Alliance of Motion Picture and Television Producers was set to expire, negotiations ended with no solution in sight. WGA then promptly called for a strike to begin on Tuesday, immediately after the contract was up.

Though AMPTP agreed to raise compensation (still significantly less than what was asked for, with WGA demanding a $429M increase over three years and AMPTP only offering $86M), several talking points remained stale--namely the proposals for mandatory staffing and duration of employment. As outlined in my previous blog post, WGA has been calling for revamps within the contract in order to account for the newfound desire to pump out content for streaming platforms over traditional broadcast models. AMPTP has been hesitant to agree to these new terms given the fundamental shift in how shows are being produced, with lower episode counts and longer production lengths. The Guild has also claimed that AMPTP is unwilling to engage with them until they drop these proposals, despite them being the crux of the issue.

So, what happens now? With a strike having been called, late night talk shows are to halt immediately. Other content that has already been filmed may be released regularly over the next few months as production has already wrapped, so audiences may not immediately feel the effects. However, it is unclear at the moment how long the strike will last--if WGA and AMPTP are unable to reach an agreement, networks will have to rely on reruns and unscripted content. Many have predicted an uptick in reality TV as well as lower broadcast ratings, though some are less concerned about the latter given the shift to streaming.

WC: 284

[rafent]

Not even a creature thousands of years wise might prove prophet to devastating future effects. The scant thrill of victory spiraling into chaos on poisonous cue, iron overwhelming the nose and every sense, catch ordered Byleth and Rafal did, unthinkingly, a single arm enough to support Diamant's limp weight. It registered to the point of red; not circumstance, but reality; not their enemy responsible, but the ally who had committed the deed. Pupils dilated, trained on them.

Their sword shining bloody and slick.

"You mad and sectionable fool, what have you done?! What have—"

Whether Rafal would strike or remain still was unclear. His teeth bared at the cobalt-haired professor like an animal on cusp of attack, preylike horror seizing inside. Diamant had not been a man with whom Rafal shared particular closeness, but he knew of him—had known of him. That mortality should again touch the one who once perished at the Fell Heir's hands, he had no right to grieve, but selfish want dictated that he ill desired history to repeat itself.

Amidst wellspring of internal turmoil, he nearly neglected to pursue closure. Lips dared not breathe by comparison as fingers sought for pulse along the side of Diamant's neck. The discovery lurking there immediately shifted his one-armed hold, slinging the unconscious man into new position across his back.

"That blow you dealt aimed to kill. Perhaps it would have, of a lesser man. This one yet breathes." Report and relief condensed in one, eyes flashed hotly at Byleth with an answer meant of every word. He swept past, shoulder bumping shoulder, feet hastening toward the direction of campfire smoke. "You are fortunate for that."

Fortunate was Rafal, indeed.

WC. 284 @heriteur @lycianlynx @ashenprofessor

no healers attack only final destination // week 1 combat team 3

[rkwxnb]

rkevent: rkdec19eval | cf-filming preparations, mentions: @jkookrk @rkjiwvn

From the moment they entered the room and the new evaluations were explained, Naeun could not help but bite back the smile that's consistently trying to escape. Ever since she got signed, they were told to perform and were subjected to all types of assessments. From individual stages to group performances, public basking and pranks. Although for the first time, aside from when she was able to secure a spot as a dancer, Naeun knows she has the advantage for this evaluation.

Mostly because of her background. Not to mention the fact that she literally got signed into KT because she won the spot for their cf to promote a game. She takes their coaches words and practices because even though she has a substantial history in acting it does not mean she wouldn't mess up.

With that said, she goes about looking for her friends to see if they could help each other out. Naeun spots Jungkook as she walks past a practice room, only to find the man rehearsing in a rather unconventional manner. Before she could even great him, she doubt-takes a glance at his direction only to settle with walking back out. Hopefully without the photographer noticing. The teen lets out a small giggle when she feels that she's far enough from him not to have heard her. But with the blaring music around them, it would practically be impossible for that to happen anyways.

Wanting not to make the same mistake again, it was embarrassing for both her and her fellow trainees, she quickly fires up a text to Jiwon. Hoping that the other girl would be able to guide her and aid her with their new assessment.

[talos1engineer-blog]

@concordantknight

Nearly a full month Mikhaila’s been here, and she finds herself no closer to understanding what’s happening here than she was at the very beginning. She’s made connections, allies, she’s found Morgan (and still she doesn’t know how to feel- overjoyed, yes, but conflicted still, discomfort churning in her gut whenever she thinks about them and they’re not in sight- they are typhon in all but mind-)... but there is no information on what this place is, or why it is, she’s found no way to access the main databases and figure out how to be sent home...

It’s frustrating.

Still, there are mysteries aplenty she can figure out. Such as, she thinks as she looks up from where she sits on a low stone wall, who in the world wears full-body stone armor, carved and sculpted to look more like a body proper.

In a manner of speaking. Are there holes in her chest?

Only one way to find out.

She pushes herself off the low wall and approaches. She’s so very tall, and her mask.... face? Is that just her face?... is sculpted with a proud nose, full lips, a sharp delineation of cheekbones down to chin. If that’s just her face, and this is not her armor but her body, then she is a very handsome being.

(It speaks to how much this place has changed her mind in her nearly-a-month here, that she’s even considering that possibility on her own.)

“Good evening,” she says, light, pleasant. “I was wondering if I might walk with you a while. You seem like an interesting sort, and I’m... Well. There’s precious little else to do around here, other than talk to people, right?”