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The light in the hut is dim, but the figure who speaks is unmistakable. She's older now, as is her former teacher and Master in this vision of his. It might be a dream, or an event in the distant future-- regardless, the student is ready to tend to her Master, who cannot seem to learn his own lessons.

❛ You saved lives. But you also took some. ❜

She resembles the fledgling sparrow she used to be, still donning robes and wearing her favorite stones. Yet, her hair has begun to gray, and her left arm no more, except when she summons earth to replace it at need. It is there now, as she walks over to her old Master with her basket of thread, needle and alcoholic spirit, to start mending his wounds.

一 to Foreseen Yasuo

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"You know me well," he laughs; the timbre in his voice much more aged and refined by his years, just like the rest of him. The weight previously present on his shoulders slowly began to dissipate the moment the hut is filled with just the two of them — Taliyah has always managed to pull him away from his destructive tendencies, and throughout the years it persisted. She was the only one he considered home.

Yasuo takes his spot beside Taliyah, knowing full well what was to come. It was like their own little ritual — patching one another up after their excursions, whatever they entailed. "Yes," he is pained to admit it; taking lives has always worn him down, but it's gotten more impactful on him with each life he takes. Reminding himself — or rather, Taliyah reminding him — that he saves them too is always what keeps him moving forward. She keeps him moving forward. "More bandits accosting farmers. I'm uncertain where they keep getting more numbers from out here." He attempts to make light of the situation, for both their comforts.

After all these years, he had begun to feel more like the student and her the master, given how much he continues to learn and grow from her influence. With each artistic stroke she drew from stone or thread, Yasuo's would tremble by comparison, though he is not without his grace no matter how aged.

As she worked on him, he was sure to provide assistance however she needed, whether it be holding a basin of fresh water or holding onto rags. Once they are done, Yasuo smiles warmly to his student, his teacher, his friend, his daughter — full of light and love and appreciation. He places a firm hand on her shoulder and hugs her with his good side to hers, before placing a kiss to her forehead once he returns space between them. "Thank you."

She has grown and changed and evolved into such a beautiful woman he could scarcely believe it — but he swelled with pride and joy at each sight of her. Yasuo may have made many mistakes in his youth, and still today he does, but one thing is for certain; Taliyah is his one bright light — the only success that matters. He was always terrible with affectionate words, but he still tried.

SHURIMA was a locale he'd find himself traversing more than once in his ongoing quest for the aspect. given the shared border shurima had with targon it was only natural for his path to cross the terrain more often than any other locale he'd traverse through. while the weather was a stark contrast to the weather he was most accustomed to on targon aphelios learned ways to cope with the weather and differing terrain the more often he'd pass by.

the differing places of refuge shurima's inhabitants utilized offered an almost feeling of familiarity to aphelios while also offering a different sensation altogether. there wasn't an exact word or way to describe it why the lunari man felt this way but he'd just shrug it off as the thoughts were private to himself and his twin only.

having stopped at an outpost that defended one of the oases, aphelios did best to restock any supplies he'd require for his journey ahead. he'd heard inklings that feigned a lead and whether it a false pretense or not he'd have no option but to follow it as there was no certainty to which path would truly lead him to his goal in the end.

The marai seemed almost mesmerized by the soft fabric she held in her hands. She had yet to notice the person who it belonged too, or else she wouldn't have dared to approach. Not that Nami feared humans, not in the slightest, she just prefered to avoid as she had noticed not everyone seemed so keen to vastaya or at least water folk. After all, her tribe was very recluse.

The iceweaver stood at the porch, admiring the well-built home. She had left her reindeer and sled at the local stables, as it had quickly become obvious that the town wasn't a good environment for them. The journey had been long, and she didn't enjoy the looks people gave as she summoned ice and slid across the streets. In Shyvana's yard however, there was finally respite.

@weavertali

"Thank you, well do make yourself at home, there is a guest room you can use and you can help yourself to anything in the house." Shyvana replied. She was well aware that people had seen her using magic and, since she wasn't exactly from Demacia, she would need to have a talk with her about it, especially since she was known to be in close contact with the king.

Still, she gave a friendly smile and offer her a seat and to put back her belongings somewhere. She had no idea how long she would stay and wouldn't care too much for it, honestly. Her friend could stay there as long as she wanted.

Send “What, why are you looking at me like that?” To catch my muse gazing at yours / Send “You’re beautiful.” For my muse to catch your muse gazing at them. // @weavertali

HIS mind had been elsewhere with thoughts of what his next steps should be. there hadn't been a single step closer to his goals and it felt as if he and his sister had hit a brick wall with no sign of moving forward. not even mother moon seemed to provide the two guidance with enough of a push to give either of them even a sliver of a hint of where to go and what to do next.

he had been numb and closed off to the world while his troubled mind festered in a clouded fog that seemed to close off his usually perceptive senses to the world around him. it wasn't until the corner of his eye caught it for a moment that his attention finally turned to the stone weaver whose gaze fixated on him.

silence accompanied a face void of emotion as he processed it all. she was a talented individual with great strength from what he'd come to know so far, but the gaze was something that perplexed him even if for a moment.

aphelios was no stranger to people's eyes finding their way toward him, a mixture of looks from those curious of his attire, those suspicious of his presence, those that belonged to the ones who sought his head, and those that stared at what he could only assume was some feigning of interest. his sister would often comment in a teasing manner that only sisters could of how it was obvious he would draw eyes toward him. he could never understand it and most certainly never grasped it when she was still in the same realm as him and teased him all the same. aphelios avoided people outside of his twin unless it was absolutely necessary. so why would there be any form of interest in him aside from the destiny he and his twin had placed on them? that was the only logical solution he'd come across back then.

his hands lifted to respond in sign. he clearly hadn't heard anything prior. truly a poor display of a weapon for his faith but with the knowledge he had someone capable nearby that proved to not want to take revenge on him he supposed it was fine for this one time.

@weavertali @mythicspiration MULTIMUSE MEME: Send a " ⭐ " and I will list muses I would be interested in throwing at yours, or potential muse combinations if you are also a multi. If you like any of the suggested combinations, you are welcome to come plot or start interactions with them.

I'm adding Shyvana here because I can but imagine Hexplorer Shyvana dnad Ezreal arguing about treasures or mr. Jaro Lightfeather having a good old experience having to deal with Shyvana I don't know.

On another hand, Star Guardian stuff between Rell or Orianna and Ezreal would be SO CUTE.

❛ A dragon's loyalty is a priceless gift. Do not waste it in the service of fools. ❜

Aurelion Sol ( @mythicspiration ) to Shyvana

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