#stormcren

For every 🌟 I receive, I’ll share one fun fact about the muse.---

Canerae

🌟 Never hunts for more than she needs or for sport.

🌟 Is really bad at disguises. It’s embarrassing. Camouflage is one thing, passing as a stranger, nope.

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Zaeas

🌟 Can’t bake

🌟 Hates snow and will look like a big grumpy elf scrooge if he has to be out in it

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Veri

🌟 Refuses to have any piercings or tattoos, he also doesn’t drink or smoke

🌟 Steals food for orphans and anyone too poor/unskilled to buy/steal it themselves

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Selithil

🌟 Knows Veri ^ and thinks he’s the biggest idiot she’s ever come across. But they’re still friends

🌟 Makes her own shampoos/massage oils/soaps etc. to sell 

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Solae

🌟 Once tried to flip a pancake and had it land on his head (he thinks he’s gotten better. He hasn’t)

🌟 Lives on top of a mountain

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Xharen

🌟 Hates ice cream -- something to do with being a frost mage and snacks

🌟 Never cooperates when I want to write him 

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Mia

🌟 Is cursed from dabbling in places she shouldn’t have been

🌟 Has sworn off any dealings with demons

- Asha’s useless if it comes to healing.

- Only a few people saw his stag form, most are family who did.

- He thinks scars are not things to be ashamed of.

- He’s a bit lorebreaking in his story, but I don’t care, he’s here mainly for me to have fun.

Aela isn’t too good at needlework but don’t tell her that. She thinks she can do a decent job with it but in truth, she has never had the patience for it and the results usually reflect that.

Yes, she has! She was very much indecisive until the very last night, but in the end, decided to go.

Wine and roses. The Courier tries, anyway. Safrona uses rose oils to keep her hair smooth and manageable, and when selling her wines she can tend to smell much like it. Work in Draenor has become somewhat defeating on the luxury of smelling nice, however, and sometimes the only thing she’ll end up smelling like by the end of the day is burning leaves.

It’s like I’m pushed on the handle bars,Of a blind man’s bike,No straws to grab, just the rushing wind,On the rolling mind.Edit; Lol. Split Needles by The Shins