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🐄 Cow Appreciation Day: Let’s Moo-ve with Kindness 🌾

today’s vibe: soft skies, open pastures, & positive energy with cow print on top 🐮

if cows can be calm, cozy, & cute while just existing… so can we 💕

🔁 reblog if you’ve ever:

🐮 wanted to live on a cottagecore farm

🐮 screamed over a baby cow video

🐮 needed a gentle reminder to slow down today

tag yourself:

– grazing in peace

– moo-dy but magical

– the aesthetic cowgirl

Sadara woke with Tureynul's head on her chest, and she couldn't stop the wave of déjà vu from washing over her. The feeling that she had been here before, that she had done this before.

Holding the ring had given her a slight feeling, but it seemed with each successive Dagoth brother she encountered, the feeling grew stronger and kept happening more and more quickly. Had Nerevar really been so close to the family? What other reason would there be...

No, it was simply the familiarity with clients she'd had before.

I am not Nerevar. I am NOT NEREVAR.

There were more than a few men who wanted to humiliate her, or pretend she was a slave, or nearly get caught, or...be touched like this. Even some of the sailors who had no sweethearts who would pay her a little extra to pretend she was theirs. There was every reason to believe this was just...nothing special. Nothing she needed to worry about.

Everything would be fine, she just needed to get done, get the money and the manor house, and be done with it all for good. She just had to get through this without any of them, least of all Dagoth Ur himself, finding out.

The prophecies said Nerevar reborn was supposed to return defeat him, and she feared what would happen if he did discover the ring. He would be furious - would no doubt order her killed. The corprus meant she wouldn't age, there would be no other way to deal with her.