#febhyurary

You are a part of me I wish to hold dear. You are my own Warrior of Darkness. from love & legend. feat. taizi (@dieicarian)

I'd be careful takin' a seat with that one. Your pockets might thank you. Or at least your ears. Now, now, don't be rude. There's plenty of time for another hand.

Time will scar what blood stained the snow. The only salve for the bleeding heart, however, would be to find the son left to the lies of another harsh Coerthan blizzard, and finally put this sorry, sad tale to rest... feat. dian (@dieicarian)

If e'er a finer steed did exist, surely they would eat less of my flowers than thee, my good friend. [Indignant Marshmallow snorting]

Freedom through technology, was it? He meant well. They all did. It was just... sudden, I suppose. Reckon fighting dragons and such is cause enough for those "upgrades" he's been on about. Didn't expect it to feel like such a small loss so soon. But, with everything else... Can't say I expected a machine primal... well, at all, actually. Guess I didn't expect much at all... certainly not all this...

When your travels take you far and wide, "vacation" need not look like additional travels. Quite to the contrary, Andre and Dian prefer the quiet peace of each other's company, gently scooping out a peace of nature's tranquility as one cups water from the river, or unearths worms from their muddy shore. feat. dian (@dieicarian)

The near double-feature celebrations of Valentione's Day and Little Lady's Day give Andre more than enough excuse to treat Imira to a tour of the city he grew up in (and eye any opportunity to find her something as sweet as herself to gift <3) feat. Imira (@dieicarian)

A knight lives to serve, they say. In that, being a father was little different. But faith proved a whimpering candle, second always to love for his son. The only oath left with meaning and merit in his heart was unconditional love for his child, wheresoever the biting Coerthan winds may blow them both.