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( song of achilles // accepting ) TALAS [ @bardluck ] WROTE: ‘guess what I’m thinking about.’

CASSANDRA SIGHED. HER SHIELD RANG dully as she laid it against the cliff face and drank from her waterskin. She supposed she should be grateful their trek across the Storm Coast had been uneventful, but mostly she was bored out of her skull. Had the landscape at least been pleasant, she would not have minded, but freezing rain and sopping mud was not her idea of scenic. She was just bored enough to entertain the bard's game. Either that or start in on the next canticle in the Chant and see how many blasphemous alterations Sera could invent before they both lost their patience.

❝Mud?❞ There was a wry quirk to her lips. ❝I cannot imagine being able to think of anything else.❞ She knocked her heel back against the cliff, and a pile of it the size of a baby nug sloughed onto the ground.

musically blessed . a gift from the gods themselves , such tales that could be told through the harmony of song . what beautiful melodies , hymns that echo within the mind for the rest of days if song is played well . lips twirled into smile , gentle and sweet as woman glanced to the bard .

❝ i don’t think that really happened. who could actually be that lucky? ❞  to be fair, elsie’s the one that had asked to swap stories and she had never stipulated that they had to be true stories. it’s not every day she encounters another bard. there’s always a touch of excitement and a bond of kinship, at least on her end. there are parts of her life that only someone else with the same gifts and inclinations could completely understand.

@bardluck​:  “ i’m not feeling very divine tonight ”