Hi loveys! I sorta took the day to relax and do some gaming. My activity in the coming days is going to be very slim as I get closer to my big move, but feel free to message me on discord. My discord is as follows: 𝒗𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒚𝒓𝒊𝒆.#7575

          "𝑯𝒎?" 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆, albeit only for the moment’s passing. She takes in the silence && breathes deep their surroundings in her stillness. Ultramarine splendor, manifested in her gaze aglow, trails across the scenery as so simply a meadow to be crossed && distance to be bridged. && so, with another moment taken to assess what might have been heard, she turns upon her company all the while of wavering lithe extremity in dismissive pivot. Moreover dismissive of the mannerisms && way of speech that, assumingly, do not intend to incline relation. Not unlike slang---she’s heard quite a bit of that before in her travels. Mostly negative connotations && slurs galore.                  “It is nothing. Try to ease your mind; we’re almost there.”

         𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝑺𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒓'𝒔 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒗𝒂𝒔; she is prepared at the behest of necessity && justness. For in their travels they have laid low countless beasts that would’ve otherwise preyed on those incapable of truly defending themselves. They make the paths just that much safer---this gives her hope; gives her purpose beyond the countless hours of studies && intelligence wrought. && this may ever be evident in hands held aloft at corresponding sides with lithe right suspended just beneath chin. Index && middle digits align, remaining extremities curled toward heel of palm all the while that luminosity presents itself in the form of sphere above digits’ pair. Wondrous gaze of azure therein flits to && fro though form remains still (a carefulness learned well). She hears the crackling of bark && the shifting of limbs that loose her gaze to the canopy above like an arrow released from bow.            “Can’t you pee anywhere safer?” Half light-hearted, half serious; their togetherness has brought about change in her life in a dozen different ways. But at the very least, he could trek elsewhere to relieve himself. It garners her eyes to befall his frame, stout && unwavering: he’s just beyond her line of sight in a crown’s turn && eyes cast over the curve of her shoulder. A soft huff ensues, the orb of all-consuming && raw energy altering suddenly to that of spires comprised entirely of ice that orbit her frame (count of seven). 

          𝑨𝒍𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒕 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒍, 𝒊𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒔 against the canvases of expansive blues that befall the woman in light of remark. For but a moment, she half wonders if there is a possible implication. && from it she simply avoids whatever attempt of topic might be at the forefront of their mind. The ruckus made during evening’s span had simply been of organization rather that of indulgence. A click of her tongue ensues && she simply brandishes stale simper therein. Her gaze buckles unamused, but her tone seems as bright as the sweltering hue of locks curled at her ears all the while.            “My apologies! It would seem that the last tenant to stay in that room hadn’t exactly left it in its intended state.” A pause, a beat taken to simply sigh. “I almost wonder if it had been a rabid bear. Aah, well.”

          "𝑵𝒐, 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒍 of death && decay you are responsible for.” What manner of creature devoured the souls of the living, feasting on their essence above all else? A thousand && one ugly beasts && yet none so deceiving in appearance as the being across from her. But lo, she is a Speaker before she is a warrior. If opportunity should arise, she will pick apart the secrets of the realm a thousand times over && mull over these findings until understanding is deeply embedded in the backs of her eyelids. All so that she may yet remain in touch with the intelligence she has come to know even when sleep might find her. Attuned to the paranormal && in touch with things that swell with damnation wrought against the innocent or unsuspecting. An ugly truth to a world so cruel---trust is so fickle a thing. Naivete might present itself in the ogling of a beautiful girl turned ravaging beast once retreat is no longer an option. Is it a deduction or simply an assumption? Whatever the case may be, she stands tall midst purpose.            Delicate touch is held aloft therein, pairs of index && pinky suspended && presently conjoined at tips. A cautionary allusion to what may or may not be necessary given responsiveness of an all too unfamiliar being. Soles of shoes shift apart, stancing adequate for maneuverability should it be a necessary thing. Her travels have forged her into a warrior of finesse && reflexive reaction. She wears the mantle of Speaker && magician in prided tandem. Fluent in the way of battle for the realms so justly called for her involvement, thusly so. && across from her is simply a reminder of this likeness. That creatures remain && feed unapologetically. Without prejudice.                   “What are you? What have you done to these men?” If they would speak, then so too would she. Dissecting the situation given allowance of such. Treading carefully, still yet. 

           𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒕𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 into the confines of her being, bred of gaze befalling locks of moonlight first && foremost, had come to an obstacle of typicality. Juxtaposition akin fortress && she knows well his kind. Reserved albeit well intended. His heart seemed well in place of brighter things, though his eyes tell of dozens of stories && epics even Gilead might lust after. It’s called humanity. The unwavering propensity of dissociation && divulgence aligning like planetary grandeur within the very confines of his essence. He is a paradoxically an open book && sealed tight all at once. Giving way only to the index, never the free flowing pages. But alas, she is no tyrant nor dictator in that she dare not impose force. Only that she mirrors the likeness of his disposition. A gentleness bids itself present in so delicate a smile, corners of lips cast curvature albeit minimally.            “And neither do you. Who is to say that you yourself mean no harm?” She plays into his demeanor && displacement like a game of chess. Little does he know that she is the very queen that can move wheresoever she please because of the tools at her disposal && the knowledge that she forevermore will believe as an everlasting inclination of power (no matter how little believed by any passing brute). “But if you insist on keeping quiet, I suppose I could always study you from a distance.”                       A jest, of course, but the faux sincerity in her eyes may tell otherwise.

          "𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒆 I’m fortunate in being able to cast spells without incantation.” Temperament flares akin a thousand stars converging into cataclysmic ire. Oh, but were it not for the situation at hand she would’ve surely made a spectacle of her abilities && proven him otherwise. So simply her tone speaks the volumes of her distaste in the likeness in which persona presents itself on a canvas of less-than-favorable oil refusing to mix with the water of magician Speaker’s essence. She scoffs && it unfurls across supple tiers pursuing a scowl that could only be deduced as irritation at the blatant disregard of mannerisms crossing the spectrum of their conversation. Thousands of tomes && epitaphs presented at the tips of their fingers && yet his negativity would rather see them delayed in their findings.            “If all you are going to do is complain, I’ll manage just fine on my own.” && still yet, experience bids her confident in surmounting the obstacles at the forefront of their concerns. Demons && night creatures alike, she has long since seen their kind decimated in great numbers by the prowess she implements. She is no witch, no demon to call master---she does no evil. She civilly serves justly. Religion has never once fueled her desire to rid this country of its ignorance. The church had at one point in time blamed her people for the transgressions of the night && brutality in which was wrought: painted in flesh && blood rend by fang && claw.