09-04-2018, 08:45 PM
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Brynhild was still under the assumption that her parents would be along any minute to pick her up from this place so nothing here truly mattered. When Warringkingdoms had offered her a place to rest her head, she took the offer, but she made no move to assimilate. The Ascendants, while a place full of kind smiles and powerful magic, was not her home. She wanted so badly to return to where she originated from - or to find her family at least -, but she was all turned around. Bryn couldn't recall which direction her family had been traveling, and the rain storm she had created washed away all scents. That didn't stop the child from returning to the border every day to just sit and wait. Surely they would arrive any moment...
Leaf-green eyes shimmered with electrical sparks as she was yanked back into reality by Bastilleprisoner's call. She had never attended a meeting before. Back home, she was too young to participate in town meetings, so she often remained at home while her parents and eldest siblings joined the assembly. They always carried word back to her, but it seemed this time, she would have to carry word back to them! ... When they made it back, that was.
The witch shifted uncomfortably from where she sat as she listened to Bast speak. Her mind wandered, however, and didn't register anything the Astral Seraph was saying. Adjusting the winged arm bands she wore, the young Valkyrie simply pursed her lips and pretended she knew exactly what was happening.
Brynhild was still under the assumption that her parents would be along any minute to pick her up from this place so nothing here truly mattered. When Warringkingdoms had offered her a place to rest her head, she took the offer, but she made no move to assimilate. The Ascendants, while a place full of kind smiles and powerful magic, was not her home. She wanted so badly to return to where she originated from - or to find her family at least -, but she was all turned around. Bryn couldn't recall which direction her family had been traveling, and the rain storm she had created washed away all scents. That didn't stop the child from returning to the border every day to just sit and wait. Surely they would arrive any moment...
Leaf-green eyes shimmered with electrical sparks as she was yanked back into reality by Bastilleprisoner's call. She had never attended a meeting before. Back home, she was too young to participate in town meetings, so she often remained at home while her parents and eldest siblings joined the assembly. They always carried word back to her, but it seemed this time, she would have to carry word back to them! ... When they made it back, that was.
The witch shifted uncomfortably from where she sat as she listened to Bast speak. Her mind wandered, however, and didn't register anything the Astral Seraph was saying. Adjusting the winged arm bands she wore, the young Valkyrie simply pursed her lips and pretended she knew exactly what was happening.
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[glow=black,10,100]there is an old cliché under your monet, baby[/glow]
[glow=black,1,100]remember the arch of roses right above your couch?