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I’m Purposefully Being Sassy #Final Fantasy XI: UCSE: E48 from E42 She stole it from me. I learned that it’s not worth fighting her and just agree to everything she says ha ha #episode48 #purposefully #beingsassy #shestole #glorycrown https://www.instagram.com/p/CPlUR0Sgcox/?utm_medium=tumblr
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@shestole. !!!! starter call.
dís coughs against the bitter cold of the wind billowing in against her as she enters the main halls. the doors close heavy behind her. frost has begun it’s slow journey across the walls of even the warm, ever- bustling market. it creeps and crawls and for a moment the dwarrow wishes she could simply sit to watch it spread. but even her patience is not so great. instead, dark eyes scan the crowd; watching, glancing at wagons full of goods, tables crowded with various foods and trinkets.
but there amongst the throng of crowd she spots a flash of red, a sharp contrast to masses of browns & blacks which inhabit the hall. there is a yell in protest--
❛ ‘aim? ❜ before she even knows what’s happening she’s nearly shoved over by some dwarf pushing to get to the redhead. something clicks, some burning curiosity clouding her better judgement and then suddenly the dwarf queen is off, heavy cloak billowing snow-dust against the crowd as she forces her way through in pursuit. concern for what she presumes to be a fleeing little girl now hammers heavy in her heart.
@shestole
To see so many return to the halls of Erebor filled her with such joy, making it impossible for her to remain within the halls of the palace. Dis walked among the people, meeting as many as she could, a burning desire to know as many new faces as she could.
As she walked, a young face caught her eye, a shock of red hair set apart from the sea of browns and blacks surrounding her.
“Greetings, Arsuna,” she said, her head dipping as she approached. “It gladdens me to meet another dwarf woman in these halls. I have been outnumbered since my arrival. Might I ask your name?”
