#weseltonmuttonchops

    Aurora rose early, like she did most mornings, but instead of waiting for her ladies in waiting to help her get dressed, she dressed herself in a dirndl not unlike the ones the girls in the village wore, slipped on some soft leather boots, wrote a hasty note saying she was going out and to expect her back later that afternoon, the princess slipped out of her tower and castle.

    Her first trip was to the meadow, she basked in the morning glow of the sunrise and picked a bouquet of wild flowers, carefully arranging the stems so that they weren't intertwined with one another. Once the bouquet was how she liked it, she trekked on to the village.

   The village was so lively compared to the stoic castle, such liveliness was evident even in the morning. The entire village seemed awake, and as people passed Aurora on the street they received a flower from her. Aurora enjoyed doing little acts of goodness like these, they filled her chest with a radiating warmth that spread throughout her body. The smiles on their faces was her favorite part. That something so little could make them smile was wonderful.

    Popping into the bakery, she breathed in the heady smell of bread and sighed. Fresh bread was her favorite, and she bought two of his freshest loaves. Money and a flower was transacted from the girl's hand, and she waved goodbye to the baker and wished him a good day.

   All in all, Aurora was having a good day.

                                     Until she left the bakery.

   Once she was outside the door and began her trek back to the castle- or maybe the meadow, she wasn't quite sure yet- someone came up beside her, and squeezed her arm. She was so shocked she almost dropped her purchases.

TALK TO MY CHARACTER USING ONLY SONG LYRICS. THEY’LL REPLY DOING THE SAME.

Zzzz--snk! Wha--did I fall asleep sitting up again? *Adara raised her head, but only for a moment. In her current state, she wasn't certain if the guy speaking to her was actually there, or if she was just dreaming

She opted to be polite, whatever it was.* Yeah, Dominik. What izit?

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          Fritz stared at the people who surrounded the front deck of Wesleton, a bit confused whether he should help them find their way or not. So with whatever kindness he had up his sleeve this day, the guard walked up to them, frowning.

              "What do you need?"

✂ - if you want my muse to write yours an unsent letter

Dominik, 

I’m not sure if you’re used to receiving letters like this but I was raised to believe they’re the best way to thank someone. So thank you. For giving me courage at a time when I really needed it. I don’t know for sure if I did the right thing. But I did what I could and I couldn’t have done that without you. Thank you. 

Griselda.