#silveritewings

☮ Is there anything you don’t like about playing this muse?

♤ || The amount of times that he keeps disappearing when I actually want to write, He’s more of a lingering muse which just comes and goes a lot nowadays...

✌ What is the easiest aspect of playing this muse?

opal:how creative my muse is

   Her creativity can vary from many things. It was one of the many things she was able to express as a child and after she had begun to improve her life. She took interest in many things such as painting and poetry. She took hobbies over the years in order to occupy her time and give her other means to entertain herself as she’s lived a life of solitude. She had met many people over her years but even then they were mortal and would soon enough wither away leaving her to tend to what seem to be and endless amount of time on her hands. Over many years she had practiced in these hobbies and though they are not master pieces that the world must see and bask in, she enjoys it nonetheless and even this creativity of hers can be seen in her magic as she does not use it just for harm or combat but for shows as well. She enjoys to fill the night sky with a light show if she is able to. 

petalite: what my muse would do if they found a wallet on the street

½ = How the character feels about people taller or shorter than them

   Arya doesn’t usually care about who is taller or shorter than her as it isn’t something she pays much attention to but she did love to tease Arturia ( @ortharius​ ) a lot before she became King. 

† = How the character feels about murder

|| 鈴 || :: Nostalgia filled her when she stepped into these ground once more. It had been a long long while ever since she last visited here. A presence of someone else reminded her that she wasn’t alone, akin to the first meet when she stumbled into the realm without having much knowledge of what was happening. That night, she remembered, where she heard the ( screams ) of hunters being thrown back into their tracks and the crimson liquid that plastered the other dragon’s feature when she stepped into the light. It made her wonder if she would meet THEM again, returning to a more familiar ground she once stood.

They didn’t bond together for too long, their meeting and time was BRIEF but she still had that tinge of a ( connection ) with their other knowing what ran through their blood was of similar source. She had shown her DRAGON form to them once, proving of her existence but now, they probably would be disappointed in her for having her heart broken by mere human. Ironic, wasn’t it? But now, she couldn’t help longing to feel that again. A sense of companionship. A warmth of another dragon. To remind her she wasn’t alone.