#rosevale

Through the eventide, nigh bled into the southern skyline, the horizon held a familiar ruby blush. The waterline was ridden with cracked and misshapen shells; kicked and wedged into the pallor granules from the various patrols, and the sunkissed locals that wandered the white-sanded shore. The sun was but a celestial peach, ripe upon its broad perch, and overlooking the last few bustling souls of the Vale. With the tidal breeze uplifting the sultry, and sweltering southern summer, the few silhouettes of pink-limned palms and fronds shifted and submitted to the languish of the day. Therewith, the oceanward acre lost its luster in slow earthen cadence. Not far from the pale strand, the pugilist leaned in a brooding contempt for the end of day. The thin, and loose fabric that wrapped her arms were risen from the knitted digits; their lattice hems folded back against the cusp of a betrayingly frail, sun-flushed wrist that were wrapped by a tribal-woven trinket decorated by a few shale and gemstones, as well the familiar circular rune that often glistened with a faint stow of violet arcane trickling through the elegant font of letters that made out a familiar name: Brooke.

The veranda overlooked the marble stone pavilion, surrounded by fronds and tropical lotus that seemed to encroach upon the captivating, riveted pillars, which acted as a foundation for the various vines and uncontrolled silviculture which decorated the flawless masonry.  Within the center, a few silk-wearing merchants sat comfortably upon their forged, floral-crafted chairs, sipping what mix of tonic and coffee they ordered in gold-scribed porcelain cups, upon a filigree table made of the same rustic iron. Even from the distance, the monk could make out the regional dialect rolling elegantly from their tongues; a wry laugh coming from one pulled a comforting smile from her otherwise phlegmatic observation upon that solitary lanai. Though, the ocean rush, and chime of gulls calling that made up the ambiance had been tenuously disrupted by the approaching clamor of steelwarped binds, and metallic joints closing behind her. "Mo bhean," The patient, but edified lilt regarded to Miso. "Shall we depart?" The monk turned her head, seeming to lose her train of thought a bit tentatively; dazed by the day of sun, and the comforting feeling that warmed her from the inside - somewhere betwixt perfection and serenity. The tired eyes fragmented the nephrite gaze beset their feathered, verglas lashes as she fondly peered to the white knight, who had been carrying a few white-linen bags upon her arm from the whimsical splendor which often plagued the southern noblewoman, but effortlessly offered the other armored extremity to escort the countess from her perch; unfurling narrowly steelborne digits in a warm beckon. "Perhaps so," She began, slipping back a sole to turn to meet her beloved. "Don't tell me you're tired already."  A curious smile would fathom to the monk's shaded tiers as she faced the snowcrested knight, gazing into the twin molten eyes that churned with a plasmatic intensity which rivaled even the pits of Ironforge; framed by the ghostly crown of tresses. It always brought a hypnotizing chill up the smaller woman's spine, a mix of intimidation and captivation. "Not whatsoever. Though, when we've arrived home, you'll wish I were." She offered with the impassive goad, the unpainted and pale tiers seeming to etch to a phantom of a smirk as she reached out to ensnared one of the pugilist's unarmored hands, pulling her delicately closer, only to furl the bag-laden arm forward and around the sylphlike woman's waist. "I've not forgotten all of taunting and teasing of the day."

"Penance is needed."

wat

but wouldn't that make it worse?...

nope :<

.. is this a trick question?

d'aw

i feel so loved 8)

marshal in tight clothes and leopard prints? .... i don't know how to feel right now

welp i've time traveled only a little just to get the QR machine and i am SO happy i did :3 i was hesitant on TTing since i'm completing a couple of things faster but.... eh

oh god please get out of my town ASAP.

she has her eyes set on marshal?... /whips out net