#rodair

hi *bites u cutely*

STARTER   CALL;   FEATURING   @rodair​

"i think that just shows how lonely this place is." the comment could almost be lost on the wind, valar looking over the tall cliff face down at the forest of gnarled and twisting trees below them. centuries of growth, undisturbed by anything but nature itself. "even the trees reach towards each other instead of upwards." they tilt their head, turning to look back at the other.

☾  @rodair​:  luck, and milk, both eventually go bad.  //    ❝    unless  maybe  they  were  both  bad  to  begin  with.    ❞  the  witch  looks  amused,    a  feat  to  be  awed  by  in  its  success.    on  the  side  of  this  rugged  road,    they  have  a  little  shop,    popped  up  amidst  a  tent  bedecked  by  scarves  and  blankets  so  to  deepen  its  appearance.    something  is  smoking  and  bubbling  in  the  furthest  corner,    an  old  crone  muttering  into  her  cupped  palms.    she  tosses  what  looks  to  be  bones  into  her  concoction,    eliciting  a  thick  pop  from  within  the  mixture,    and  looks  satisfied.    the  fae  has  not  changed  their  expression  in  all  this  time.    ❝    is  that  it,    then?    you  wish  for  luck?    i  may  have  something  for  that.    come  in.  .  .    ❞

꩜ ･ﾟ⊹ STARTER CALL . . . ft. @rodair

“ i’ll get blood on your shirt… “