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Your Result: Moss

marshes, microscopes, crocodiles, green juice, grid notebooks, long socks, algae. your essence is moss: it is you against the mysteries of the world. you are an impassioned problem solver; it is natural for you to depersonalize, absorbed in your interests rather than in your skin. others find you unconventional yet genuine. you are the investigator. you are the scientist. you find kinship in like-minded individuals of chartreuse, honeysuckle, forest, and gold, who share your immense focus. you are also drawn to the intense souls teal and bronze, who will help you grow and uncover new passions. however, you may struggle to get along with the pandering personalities of magenta and marigold who seem too demonstrative.

https://uquiz.com/quiz/pxTx2D/what-color-is-your-aura

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Or the growls and howls of the lycans.

But were they even lycans? They looked nothing like her when she fully turned. They appeared they were in the half stages, as those that Hollywood had created to be deemed as the infamous “wolfman.” Whatever they were, most of them did not pay her no mind and if they did, were disciplined quickly by her. Some of them wielded weaponry, others wore some type of weird mechanical armor. Something was off about them and she’d love to figure out what it was.

She was sure she’d find the culprit about these things... and faster than she would be expecting at that.

Shireen padded down the dark hallways of Castle Black, holding her stag to her tightly with both hands as she wandered. There were always soldiers around, to protect the inhabitants and to watch out for danger, but the child had been learning the least patrolled areas and frequented those. Those were quieter, and darker, and away from prying eyes, and so they felt safer to the child in light of recent events. 

Deep within the castle, no small distance from her mother who she had finally soothed into rest, the scarred princess tried to let her mind go blank. She didn’t wish to think of the last few days, not more than she had to, just now. Her attempted execution, the middle of the night desertion she had accompanied, news of her father’s death... Truly, winter was cruel, and it brought out the cruelty in Westeros’ people in kind.

As such thoughts began to truly take root and bloom in her head, the girl was suddenly, thankfully, distracted by a shimmer of light before her. And the appearance of... a man? through it. Freezing, blinking up at him, Shireen took a few moments to find her voice.

“H... hello?” she asked softly, curiosity and confusion filling her voice in equal strength. “Are you... are you all right, ser?”   

Kekipi’s face scrunched up when he snuck another kiss from her, slightly shaking her head as a soft chuckle escaped her. “Hey, it could have. You don’t know,” she teased, crossing her arms over her chest as she looked up at the lord. 

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Kekipi let out a soft huff, looking up at the man for a moment as she contemplated it. Well, rules were rules after all. She took a hold of the sleeve of his trenchcoat and pulled him closer, standing up on her toes and pressing a quick kiss to his lips.