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SEND ME ‘✍’ AND I WILL DRAW YOUR MUSE HORRIBLY ON MS PAINT! (slow replies)

"It was definitely some breadcrumbs," she teased with a chuckle, rolling her eyes at him as he rubbed at his face. "Maybe I should've left it, though, it was kinda cute."

“How are breadcrumbs cute?” He looked puzzled as she chuckled and he groaned in response. He wasn’t sure he was getting it, but he could certainly feel he was being unwillingly amusing to her. Oh well~...

"Then starve, mutak'l."

     Once his work is suitably complete and the sun has risen enough, he races back to where they’ve been camped for the night. Digging into his pack, he fishes out out some fruit that he picked up at the last town, slices them, and sets them in a bowl. Expends a bit of magic to cook the rabbit that he’d caught earlier in the morning, and then arranges everything to look nice. Finally finished with his flurry of morning activity, he sticks his head into their shared tent.

     “ BA-BY, Xayah, miella, ” He says, grinning like a fool, still half-covered in snow from racing back-and-forth across the open field, “ It snowed again last night. I had a fun idea! Come out and see? —I made breakfast too, if you’re hungry. ”

               demacia’s shadows would find safety until her return ---- runeterra was massive, a beautiful world of magic, of its unique peoples all across whose worlds of their own were just as breathtaking as their physical surroundings. their world was more than the wars that had plagued them, the wars that had ravaged their planet and torn the earth apart by its seams. ionia, for one, was a marvelous nation of harmony, a place she wished her own home could learn from. nature was one with its people ---- all of the small creatures lived at peace amongst the flowers and the trees. the trees smiled upon them all, benevolent deities rooted in soil. she wondered if there was something, anything, that she could bring home to heart to offer her sister redemption. kayle had forsaken her, but morgana refused to do the same ---- she would not betray her own.

          Send ☕🐸 and my muse will share an unpopular opinion

It wasn’t easy, playing the game of stowaway. It had taken almost three days to figure out when she could have gotten on a ship on its way to Ionia--even harder was hiding from the crew. The trip itself wasn’t too terribly long, and it was easy to get off the ship, off the docks and into the town of Zhyunia. It was a perfect place for Belyana to start looking for new books and scrolls: trades seemed to be ongoing all around her. 

Even better was the scenery. When she sat down by the forest, a sense of peace filled her from head to toe. Even Merla seemed to be calmer, resting atop Bel’s shoulder and leaning into the cropped blonde. When the time came to start looking around once more, the girl in red made her way into what seemed like the main market center, different accents filling her ears. Merla would croon at a conversation without telling Bel what was said, other parts of conversations ready to be picked apart by the mage.