just around the river bend.

❝Messere, you can scale my battlements any day!❞

❝What's nobility like you doing in a dungeon like this?❞

❝I'd rather be beheaded than be denied a date with you.❞

❝Yes, I am indeed a wizard. Watch me make your clothes disappear!❞

❝What a fine set of chalices you have.❞

❝It seems as if my dragon has finally found a nice cave to rest in.❞

❝You wouldn't happen to know where a lonely knight could sheath their sword, would you?❞

❝Is that a knife in your armor? Or are you just happy to see me?❞

❝If I were a horse, I'd rather you mounted me without the saddle.❞

❝Would you care to see my long sword in action?❞

❝You look like a person in distress, why don't I save you?❞

❝Your chastity belt would look great on the floor of my sleeping ❞ chamber.❞

❝It's not the size of the staff that matters, but the magic within.❞

❝I am beset by this dragon in my loins, and only you can quench its fire!❞

❝Don't believe the rumors you've heard... the taint didn't affect my important organs.❞

❝Like a mare, I can be ridden for hours.❞

❝They say a knight is always as hard as their armor.❞

❝What a fine gown you're wearing, messere. Perchance may I talk you out of it?❞

❝I may not be a Chantry Member, but I can take you to the heavens.❞

{ laideurs || colouredwiinds​ }

     “——Oh great, I’m pretty sure I’m lost.”

( colouredwiinds | starter call ).

「 ｄｒｏｎｎｉｎｇ 」

      “A pleasure to meet you, Miss…?”

               the rest of the world was an ODD thing. then again, she was still growing used to it all: to have new lands constantly thrown at her, for ADVENTURE to always be at arm's reach, for everything was so much more different than to what she called home, what she grew up with. but she didn't mind.                now she finds herself in streets that twist & turn, that look the SAME no matter where you go. in other words, she was lost. by herself. in a foreign country with no idea how to get back to her companions. things couldn't get worse, right?                just as she began to muse to herself, she felt the collusion of someone else and herself. quickly she retrieves herself and peers around to make sure everything was okay, or still in one piece. ❝ are you alright? ❞  

             she couldn't help it. she couldn't help the CURIOSITY that itched              away under her skin.   she had to see it. she had to see them.  a              PRINCESS was coming after all:      one with skin as pale as the              moon and hair like the sun and as           beautiful as the trees in              autumn. at least, that's what the people in jamestown whispered              about.