#canerae

For every ➹ I get, I'll put up my muse's current thought

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I’ll go with @canerae for this one, since she’s the easiest :P

“I wonder what ever happened to those goblins at the inn on Draenor. Gosh, I hope all that tinkering with explosives didn’t catch up with them...”

“If I find one more tuft of hair from Bast shedding in my bag I’m going to shave him! ...Okay, no, I won’t, but considering it doesn’t make me a bad person, right?”

“How am I supposed to speak of my nightmares when I know nothing of his?”

“I miss music...”

“Let’s see, how many truffles could I buy with ten copper?”

Based on this post

{Written with @pirategreyashe}

  Scattered thunder crashed in the distance as streaks of lightning occasionally lit the sky around the tree-house, Canerae and her feline companion watching out one of the few windows with distaste. Flickering flames danced around the room, their rhythm in time with the music of the storm raging outside. She had expected this day to be just like any other, another afternoon of polishing boots and shining armors, the punishment for informing one of the ill-trained officers of her previous departure. It was safe bet to say there would be no work for her today, no training for any of the Farstriders. No, it was a gloom filled day to herself, leaving her to the sanctity of her thoughts.

  Needing a distraction from the continuous barrage of departed memories and laughter she set to work on a small pile of unfilled requests strewn over the window seat. Maps were hastily tucked away in envelopes along with letters filled with snippets of information. Hours passed, the stack of curious and needy inquirers dwindling down to its bare bones, sealed missives sitting opposite ready to be delivered.

“Well! I finished more than I thought I could today!” She nodded, smiling faintly down at Bast, who still seemed preoccupied with the bleakness of the weather. “You’re no fun, you big grump.”

 Bast lifted his head to growl, a massive paw sliding one oddly shaped package across the floor towards her feet.

 "What’s this? Enchant and transport? I don’t know! You always have a knack for getting me into trouble..“ Weighing the possibilities and considering the never waning storm she decided there could be no harm in leaving for awhile, right? Even if it wasn’t the most ideal form of travel.

  Who knows where I’ll end up..

((You did this on purpose. Lol))

  Fields of wildflowers were abundant within the Jade Forest, but it was beneath a grove of cherry trees that Canerae laid and had woven the newest addition to her outfit, a crown of pink petals. It now sat gracefully among her curls, the huntress weaving another while cheerful humming helped her to relax. Finished with both of the sweet smelling circles she slyly slipped one onto Bast’s head and over his ears. 

“Awwww! You look so cute!” 

Unamused by her behavior he smacked the crown off his head with a grumpy stare. 

“Oh, fine!”

💔 who would be the worst couple of two of your muses together

Oh gosh... Probably Veri and Canerae. They’re on two entirely different pages -- might not even be in the same book. Veri would end up pressuring her into stealing or being bait for some high risk plan that would end in disaster. 

👑 which muse is most likely to take over the world

Cellys, but that temper and paranoia would get in the way for sure. 

Major Arcana Inspired Character Asks

Strength in Reverse: What are your character’s doubts or insecurities?

  “I know I’m probably not what you expected! I mean, I talk too much, I’m kind of strange --- I don’t mean to be, really! Some people say I’m too happy but you can’t ever be too happy, right?!” She finished with a laugh, obviously feeling very vulnerable, “I’d understand if you told me you didn’t actually want to see me anymore or in the first place! Bast and I will be okay.”  Met with a smile and a tightened embrace Canerae relaxed, those insecurities beginning to disappear for the time being. 

The Hanged Man in Reverse: When has your character tried to avoid making a major decision?

  Arguments this explosive were unexpected, it had never happened before and she had become convinced it wouldn’t. Until those words were spoken and she had to listen through a crack in the door. Left alone with Bast she turned to the feline and shook her head sadly, “No, I shouldn’t leave. Maybe everything will get better. No, it will get better...”  

“My mother. She was always so happy and always determined to do whatever it was she set her mind to! I miss her, wherever she is..” Canerae smiled sadly, her confession reopening old wounds.

“Changed? Well, not on purpose! But, I have felt more relaxed around someone -- eventually -- if that counts?”