𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒎𝒆, 𝒊'𝒎 𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒊𝒄.

𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒎𝒆, 𝒊'𝒎 𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒊𝒄.

[bardbattled-m]

so after a really long conversation with the love of my life, i’m moving elsie for another fresh start (i know, i’m sorry) and there is going to be a change in that she’s single ship with @drfyrewalker for some personal reasons but basically if you want her on your dash, she’ll be on the new blog, and i’m trying really hard to be okay again

[bardbattled-m]

legacybeyne‌.

       He snorts at her praise. Let it not be known that Tamás is more than painfully aware of himself at all times. He has a serviceable voice for lullabies, but anything more difficult & it just doesn’t work. His nails lightly scrape at her scalp before entangling in the tiny hairs at the back of her nape. He vaguely remembers Papai doing this exact thing to him when his emotions got the best of him. He had been just a boy, an impossible miracle child, & people, even people seeped in science, were cruel. 

But that was the past. Tamás has never gotten anywhere thinking about the past.

Idly, he plays with Elsie’s hair, little random braids of varying sizes twisted by clever, clever fingers. If he could, he would take away her pain like his Papai took away his hurt feelings, but pain is too vital for proper healing to take. Even for good reasons. Instead, he tries his best to project calm & warmth & the quiet thump-thump-thump of a steady heartbeat.

❝  i’m  alright  ,  you  know.  ❞    besides  the  singing  ,  he’s  been  UNUSUALLY  quiet  and  elsie  hopes  that  isn’t  out  of  worry  --  or  worse  ,  a  consequence  of  whatever  injury  he  might  have  sustained  and  not  told  her  about.  she  tries  to  study  his  face  even  at  the  distraction  of  nails  gently  on  scalp  ;  searching  his  expression  while  he  RADIATES  something  comforting  and  peaceful.  tamas’  abilities  might  not  be  as  powerful  as  his  heritage  but  they  work  wonders  on  her  regardless.  she  doesn’t  need  much  reassurance  to  be  brought  back  to  center  again.

it’s  nice  ,  existing  like  this.  the  danger  doesn’t  matter  as  much  as  the  presence  of  someone  she’s  come  to  admire  and  trust.  someone  she  cares  about.  elsie  has  a  BIG  HEART  and  she  finds  it  in  herself  to  care  about  a  lot  of  people  ,  a  lot  of  beings  ,  a  lot  of  causes  and  places  and  things  --  but  there’s  an  altogether  different  kind  of  care  for  someone  so  personally  involved  in  her  life.

[bardbattled-m]

freckledbats‌.

       They manage to be caught off guard with that particular line of questioning, but, there is no reaction besides a gentle hum and an eventual lacklustre answer.          ❝ My only answer to that is the streets. I have wandered far too long to remember the town name that I grew up in. The Jett from the streets of the forgotten town, the town of which, had no use for such a handsome scoundrel as they. Outcasted the town decided, forgotten from the forgotten town. ❞      Jett speaks to some vague tune, some vague verse. They were no bard.

❝  that’s  a  good  start  --  we  can  work  on  that.  ❞    it’s  rubbish  really  ,  but  elsie’s  not  going  to  be  the  one  to  tell  them  that  and  discourage  them  from  trying.  their  voice  is  PLEASANT  enough  in  general  .  .  .  she  could  shape  them  into  a  decent  singer  with  some  effort.  true  bard  drums  her  fingers  on  her  sternum  and  exhales  audibly  as  she  shuffles  words  around  in  her  head  while  also  trying  to  piece  together  jett’s  story.    ❝  .  .  .  is  that  why  you’re  a  THIEF?  ❞

[bardbattled-m]

@lghtpulled​  sent   :   4, 15, and 20

iv.  what  is  their  size  and  build?  how  does  it  influence  how  they  use  their  body  ,  if  it  does?

elsie  is  five  feet  tall  exactly.  she’s  slender  &  quite  flexible  ;  stronger  than  she  looks  after  all  the  travel  and  fighting  she’s  done  in  the  recent  years  of  her  life.  being  so  slight  helps  her  to  fit  into  places  and  remain  generally  unnoticed  --  and  the  flexibility  helps  her  to  be  a  performer!  she’s  very  acrobatic.  she’s  also  quick  ,  and  she  rolls  with  the  punches  pretty  well   (   that’s  physically  and  mentally   )

xv.  what  kind  of  inner  life  do  they  have  —  rich  and  imaginative?  calculating  and  practical?  full  of  doubts  and  fears?  does  it  find  any  sort  of  outlet  in  their  lives?

oh  rich  &  imaginative  for  sure!  elsie  is  always  daydreaming.  her  mind’s  always  turning  things  into  something  much  bigger  and  more  beautiful  than  reality  --  and  reality  for  her  has  magic  ,  so  that’s  saying  something.  she  commits  everything  to  memory  as  if  it  were  a  legend  or  epic  poem.  but  she  is  also  full  of  doubt.  maybe  not  fear  ,  because  she  doesn’t  have  time  for  it  or  save  room  for  it  ,  but  certainly  doubts.  insecurities.  worries  about  the  people  around  her.  as  always  ,  music’s  the  outlet  and  it  always  will  be.  she  can  share  the  good  and  cope  with  the  bad  through  stories  and  songs.

xx.  what  kind  of  individual  relationships  do  they  have  with  others  ,  and  how  do  they  behave  in  them?  how  are  they  different  between  intimate  relationships  like  friends  ,  family  ,  and  lovers  versus  more  impersonal  relationships? 

elsie  treats  her  friends  like  her  family.  she  always  has  and  always  will.  whatever  they  need  from  her  ,  it’s  theirs.  they’re  always  on  her  mind.  she’s  always  checking  in  with  them  and  trying  to  anticipate  their  needs  &  wants.  she’s  very  touchy  feely  with  them  ;  she  likes  giving  hugs  and  other  physical  reassurances.  it  is  a  little  different  with  lovers.  she  craves  more  affection  from  them  ;  she’d  be  happiest  if  they  never  kept  their  hands  off  her  ,  or  arms  around  her.  she’ll  also  have  learned  to  be  more  trusting  &  open  with  them.  more  able  to  talk  about  herself  and  what  she  needs  &  wants  ,  which  she  almost  never  does  with  friends.

[bardbattled-m]

watching  the  new  season  of  wes.tworld  has  me  thinking  about  the  time  an  evil  wizard  created  a  doppelganger  of  elsie  &  tried  to  kill  her  so  they  could  replace  her  and  help  him  pull  off  the  plan  she  almost  ruined  ,  but  then  she  set  the  doppelganger  free  with  an  awakening  spell  &  helped  them  become  their  own  person

[bardbattled-m]

#corvus??? is absolutely amazing and pours their heart & soul into all their characters but Elsie??? IS DEFINITELY GOD-TIER!!#I love Elsie so much and you can tell just how much love went into her creation and I'm so grateful Corvus gave us her ????#a plucky bard who has had to overcome so much tragedy but is still so optimistic?? ugh we have to STAN in this household!#and Elsie interacting with Tamás is such a treat. I'm so goshdarn lucky. Corvus you are amazing & Elsie is amazing. Never doubt it!

don’t  mind  me  just  gonna  keep  this  forever  n  cry  about  it

[johannescena]

42 character development questions!

PHYSICAL PRESENCE AND GESTURE. 1. How do they move and carry themselves? Pace, rhythm, gestures, energy? 2. How much physical space do they use, active and at rest? 3. How do they position themselves in a group? Do they like to be the center of attention, or do they hang back at the edges of a crowd? 4. What is their size and build? How does it influence how they use their body, if it does? 5. How do they dress? What styles, colors, accessories, and other possessions do they favor? Why? 6. What are they like in motion–in different environments, and in different activities? What causes the differences between these? 7. How do they physically engage with other people, inanimate objects, and their environment? What causes the differences between these? 8. Where and when do they seem most and least at ease? Why? How can you tell? 9. How do they manifest energy, exhaustion, tension, or other strong emotions? 10. What energizes and drains them most? 11. How are they vocally expressive? What kind of voice, accent, tones, inflections, volume, phrases and slang, and manner of speaking do they use? 12. How are they bodily expressive? How do they use nonverbal cues such as their posture, stance, eyes, eyebrows, mouths, and hands? DISPOSITION AND TEMPERAMENT. 13. How do they greet the world — what is their typical attitude towards life? How does it differ in different circumstances, or towards different subjects? Why do they take these attitudes, and why do they change? How do these tend to be expressed? 14. What do they care deeply about? What kind of loyalties, commitments, moral codes, life philosophies, passions, callings, or spirituality and faith do they have? How do these tend to be expressed? 15. What kind of inner life do they have — rich and imaginative? Calculating and practical? Full of doubts and fears? Does it find any sort of outlet in their lives? 16. Do they dream? What are those dreams like? 17. Are they more shaped by nature or nurture — who they are, or what has happened to them? How have these shaped who they’ve become as a person? 18. What kind of person could they become in the future? What are some developmental paths that they could take, (best, worst, most likely?) what would cause them to come to pass, and what consequences might they have? What paths would you especially like to see, and why? CONNECTIONS WITH OTHERS. 19. How do they behave within a group? What role(s) do they take? Does this differ if they know and trust the group, versus finding themselves in a group of strangers? Why? 20. What kind of individual relationships do they have with others, and how do they behave in them? How are they different between intimate relationships like friends, family, and lovers versus more impersonal relationships? 21. What kind of relationships do they tend to intentionally seek out versus actually cultivate? What kind of social contact do they prefer, and why? 22. How do people respond to them, and why might these responses differ? 23. How do they respond to difficult social moments? What makes them consider a social situation difficult? 24. How do they present themselves socially? What distinguishes their “persona” from their “true self”, and what causes that difference? 25. What do they need and want out of relationships, and how do they go about getting it? 26. How do they view and feel about relationships, and how might this manifest in how they handle them, if it does? ACTIVITIES AND PREFERENCES. 27. What do they strongly like and dislike, in any category? Why? 28. What are they likely to do if they have the opportunity, resources, and time to accomplish it? Why? 29. What kind of activities, interests, and hobbies do they have? What significance and impact do these have in their lives, both positive and negative? 30. What is their preferred level of activity and stimulation? How do they cope if they get either too little or too much? 31. Is there anything that counts as a “dealbreaker” for them, positively or negatively? What makes things go smoothly, and what spoils an activity or ruins their day? Why? 32. Do they have any “props” that are a significant part of their life, identity, activities, or self-presentation somehow? What are they, how are they used, and why are they so significant? How would these props’ absence impact them, how would they compensate, and why? THINKING AND LEARNING. 33. How do they learn about the world–what is their preferred learning style? Hands-on learning with trial and error? Research, reading, and note-taking? Observation or rote memorization? Inductive or deductive reasoning? Seeking patterns and organization? Taking things apart and putting them back together? Creative processing via discussing, writing about, or dramatizing things? 34. How do they understand the world–what kind of worldview and thought processes do they have? Why? 35. How and why do they internalize knowledge? What effect has that had on them? 36. How much do they rely on their minds and intellect, versus other approaches like relying on instinct, intuition, faith and spirituality, or emotions? What is their opinion on this? 37. Have they had any special education or training that colors their means of learning about or understanding the world? Conversely, do they lack some kind of education considered essential in their world? What kind of impact has this addition or lack had on them? 38. Is there anything they wish they could change about their worldview or thought processes? What, and why? 39. What sort of questions or thoughts recur in their lives, either specifically or as a theme? Why are these never answered, or answered permanently to their satisfaction? 40. What do they wonder about? What sparks their curiosity and imagination, and why? How is this expressed, if it is? FREE FOR ALL. 41. What associations do they bring to mind? Words or phrases, images, metaphors or motifs? Why? 42. I have a question of my own!

[bardbattled-m]

                       ❝  I’VE  GOT  A  MAGIC  FIDDLE                              &  A  CAN  -  DO  ATTITUDE  !  ❞

independent  *  private  *  selective dungeons  &  dragons  based  bard rolled  by  corvus

[songster-a]

  @bardbattled​​   said   :   ‘   drunk : my muse takes care of your muse while they are drunk.

𝐓𝐎   𝐁𝐄   𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑 …               they’re   both   fairly   drunk.   but   where   jaskier’s   is   ebbing,   gibing   away   to   a   buzz,   elsie’s   balance   is …   well,   there   is   none.   plain   and   simple.   jaskier   keeps   their   steps   better   (   practice   and   built   up   tolerance,   they   say   when   she   comments   on   it   ).   arm   curls   around   her,   the   two   stumbling   but   managing,   even   through   peals   of   laughter.   geralt   is   out,   won’t   have   to   witness   their   messy   mass   of   limbs   make   it   as   far   as   the   couch   before   giving   in.   they   collapse   in   a   heap   on   the   too   -   low   thing,   and   it   spurs   only   more   laughter   from   the   pair   for   too   many   minutes   and   it’s   actually   not   that   funny                until   it   settles   into   comfortable   warmth.   their   hand   lifts,   comes   through   the   pale   strands   belonging   to   the   head   curled   on   their   chest.   they   let   her   stay,   until   they   no   longer   can.   leg   cramps   in   it’s   awkward   position   tucked   beneath   both   their   bodies,   and   she’s   going   to   need   water   and   some   good   ol’   pain   killers   in   the   morning.

❛     𝐀𝐋𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓,   𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄   𝐎𝐍 ,                i   need   you   to   move   for   a   moment,   or   else   we’ll   regret   it   in   the   morning.   then   we   can   watch   your   favorite   movie.    ❜          jaskier   does   most   of   the   moving   actually,   pulling   the   throw   from   the   back   of   the   couch   around   her   shoulders   as   he   rises.   when   they   return,   it’s   with   aforementioned   pain   killers,   water   for   two,   and   more   pillows   for   them   to   successfully   camp   out   in   the   living   room.   they   crawl   back   within   the   cocoon,   letting   elsie   tuck   herself   into   them   once   more.          ❛     better ?     ❜

[bardbattled-m]

@songster​  sent   :   dance : my muse holds their hand out, waiting for your muse to come out and slow dance with them.

❝  COME  ON.  we  are  not  sitting  idle  at  a  ball.  i  won’t  have  it.  ❞    they’ve  been  in  a  glum  mood  for  hours  now  ,  but  the  REASON  for  it  is  currently  indulging  in  the  mead  and  receiving  the  cold  shoulder  from  the  small  woman  ,  and  so  she’s  stood  here.  somewhere  between  patient  and  impatient  ,  she  stretches  her  hand  out  for  jaskier  ,  eyebrows  quirked  expectantly  upwards.  they’re  both  pleasantly  buzzed  and  she  wants  to  dance  with  someone  before  the  night’s  up.  she  didn’t  get  DRESSED  UP  to  get  ignored  all  night.  

[bardbattled-m]

@songster​  sent   :   murder : my muse walks in on your muse committing a gruesome murder. / peace sign ikyk what 2 do w this

muffled  screaming  and  shuffling  is  coming  from  the  room  at  the  very  end  of  the  dilapidated  hallway  and  elsie  ,  against  all  her  better  JUDGEMENT  ,  starts  her  way  towards  it.  flashlight  is  held  in  shaky  palm  and  trembling  fingers  ,  the  beam  cutting  through  the  cold  air  and  catching  the  fog  from  her  breath  in  its  wake  as  sure  as  dust  particles  swirling.  everything  here  smells  of  mildew  and  curling  wallpaper  ,  and  she  hates  the  way  the  DAMP  CARPET  squelches  underfoot.  holes  in  the  roof  overhead  have  allowed  rainstorms  to  eat  away  at  this  once  stately  home.  but  nothing  makes  her  as  UNCOMFORTABLE  as  the  aura  surrounding  it.  the  feeling  that  oozes  like  sludge  from  every  wall  and  every  windowpane  --  it’s  evil.  she’s  never  felt  such  a  powerful  and  overwhelming  presence  in  her  life.  icy  tendrils  of  fear  and  shadow  are  trying  to  curl  around  her  mind  and  soul  ,  and  it  takes  all  she  has  to  keep  herself  walled  off  from  it.

free  hand  reaches  hesitantly  for  the  door  as  it  stands  slightly  ajar  ,  an  arc  of  moonlight  spilling  out  from  the  crack.  when  she  gives  it  a  push  ,  it  CREAKS  open  ,  and  her  heart  constricts  in  fear.  the  muffled  sounds  cut  off  abruptly  but  nothing  comes  at  her  so  she  --  again  ,  against  her  better  judgement  ,  and  with  a  mental  image  of  geralt  giving  her  a  halting  stare  --  enters.  it  was  a  bedroom  once  upon  a  time.  what  little  furniture  is  left  is  either  veiled  by  a  sheet  or  broken.  there’s  a  shattered  mirror  scattered  across  the  floor.  tattered  curtains  drift  by  an  open  window.  and  this  is  apparently  where  JASKIER  wandered  off  to  ,  though  they  aren’t  alone.  there’s  a  figure  standing  in  front  of  them  that  she  can’t  quite  see  ,  silhouetted  in  moonlight  and  mostly  blocked  by  their  broad  shoulders.  she’s  ready  to  DEFEND  them  when  the  form  sways  and  drops  ,  and  there’s  the  sound  of  something  SLIDING  from  flesh.  

that’s  when  they  turns  towards  her.

there’s  a  KNIFE  held  in  their  hand.  fresh  blood  is  dripping  from  the  blade.  that’s  the  first  thing  her  eyes  are  drawn  to  ,  until  she  realizes  the  red  is  staining  their  hands  too.  with  growing  horror  ,  blue  eyes  travel  up  their  arms  and  body  ,  finding  blood  EVERYWHERE  she  looks.  they’re  covered  in  the  horrible  substance.  it’s  soaking  into  their  clothes  and  dripping  from  their  face  ,  smeared  across  their  neck  .  .  .  she  almost  hurls  instinctively.  the  smell  hits  her  all  at  once  and  she  takes  an  unconscious  step  back  with  the  back  of  her  hand  pressing  over  nose  and  mouth.  fuck  ,  what  the  fuck?  and  then  she  takes  another  look  at  their  face  --  trying  to  UNDERSTAND.  well  ,  she  does  now.  their  eyes  aren’t  theirs.  they’ve  darkened  into  inky  blackness.  the  warm  smile  is  gone  from  their  face  ,  replaced  with  a  FRIGID  SNEER  that  rips  into  her.  mocking  her.  inhuman  --  whatever  the  creature  is  ,  it  knows  she  knows.  it  can  sense  it  in  her  as  surely  as  it  sensed  it  in  them.  

before  the  ENTITY  can  profane  jaskier’s  voice  ,  elsie  is  cutting  it  off.    ❝  i  know  what  you  are  ,  and  i’ll  send  you  back  where  you  came  from  ,  i  swear  ---  ❞

[vaememes]

  some  one  word  prompts .    (    send   one   of   the   words   for   our   muses   to   interact   based   off   that   word   )

goodbye :  my  muse  kissing  and/or  hugging  your  muse  goodbye.

secrets :   my  muse  sharing/confiding  their  deepest,  darkest  secret  with  your  muse.

nightmare :   my  muse  coming  to  your  muses  aid  when  they  awake  from  a  nightmare.

push :   my  muse  pushing  your  muse  out  of  the  way  of  danger.

embrace :   my  muse  abruptly  throwing  their  arms  around  your  muse,  hugging  them  tightly.

bloody :   my  muse  coming  to  your  muse  with  blood  stains  on  their  clothes  and  hands,  shaking.

drunk :   my  muse  takes  care  of  your  muse  while  they  are  in  a  drunken  state.

bed :   my  muse  wakes  up  in  the  same  bed  as  your  muse  with  little  recollection  of  the  night  before.

slap :   my  muse  slaps  your  muse  across  the  face  out  of  anger.

gone :   my  muse  stays  by  your  muses  side  while  they  take  their  last  breath.

scream :   my  muse  hears  your  muse  scream  and  quickly  runs  to  their  side.

sleep :   my  muse  falls  asleep  on  your  muse,  making  it  hard  for  my  muse  to  leave.

stalk :   my  muse  gets  caught  by  your  muse  trailing  behind  them,  watching  them.

sacrifice :   my  muse  jumps  in  front  of  your  muse,  sacrificing  their  life  for  your  muses  life.

trail :   my  muse  watches  as  your  muse  traces  one  of  my  muses  scares,  asking  them  about  it.

love :   my  muse  confronts  your  muse  about  why  they  never  say  ’ i  love  you ’  back.

piggyback :   my  muse  jumps  on  your  muses  back,  my  muse  gives  yours  a  piggyback  ride.

jump :   my  muse  runs  to  your  muse  and  jumps  up,  my  muse  holding  yours  up  by  their  thighs.

dance :   my  muse  holds  their  hand  out,  waiting  for  your  muse  to  come  out  and  slow  dance  with  them.

carry :   my  muse  carries  your  muse  to  their  house,  either  drunk,  or  a  weakened  state,  can  specify. 

lighter :   my  muse  pulls  out  a  lighter  and  lights  it  for  your  muse  to  use  to  light  their  cigarette.

shot :   my  muse  gets  shot  and  struggles  to  your  muses  house  for  aid.

wound :   my  muse  patches  and  bandages  a  wound  your  muse  has  gotten.

fight :   my  muse  stops  your  muse  from  getting  into  a  physical  fight  with  someone  else.

arrest :   your  muse  finds  my  muse  arrested  in  cuffs  with  swarming  police  everywhere.

hospital :   my  muse  awakens  in  a  hospital,  finding  your  muse  by  their  side,  asking  what  happened.

gun :  my  muse  pulls  out  a  gun  on  your  muse,  your  muse  tries  to  talk  them  into  putting  the  gun  down. 

betrayal :  my  muse  finds  out  that  your  muse  has  betrayed  them  in  same  way  and  confronts  them  about  it.

nude :  my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  accidentally  seeing  them  naked.

karaoke :  my  muse  pulls  your  muse  up  on  stage  with  them  to  sing  some  karaoke  songs. 

laughter :   my  muse  hears  your  muse  laughing  uncontrollably  and  approaches  to  see  if  they  are  okay.

murder :   my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  committing  a  gruesome  murder.

wet :   my  muse  strips  down  to  their  under  garments  and  runs  into  the  water,  motioning  for  your  muse  to  join  them.

[legacybeynemoved]

‘Cause I don’t 

I’m only happy when I’m on the R   U   N I break a million hearts just for FUN

                                   BELONG  to a n y o n e

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[bardbattled-m]

@legacybeyne​  sent   :   Tamás runs his fingers through Elsie's hair, humming softly as she shifts. Their latest grift took a toll on them all, but she took the brunt of it. So he keeps watch over them in the silence of space that he breaks with small lullaby: ❝ Sana, sana, colita de rana. Si no sanas hoy, sanarás mañana. ❞

elsie  feels  fingers  combing  through  white  blonde  hair  and  she  turns  her  head  a  little  ,  looking  up  at  tamás  as  he  starts  to  sing.  she  hurts  but  that’s  a  source  of  COMFORT.  it’s  usually  her  doing  the  singing.  she  hasn’t  felt  much  like  doing  anything  but  sleeping  the  last  day  and  he’s  clearly  noticed.  her  cheek  presses  against  his  knee  and  she  curls  her  arm  over  her  stomach  a  little  comfortably.    ❝  you’ve  never  sung  for  me  before.  you  have  a  nice  voice.  ❞    her  own  is  soft  but  affectionate.  no  matter  how  rocky  it  had  been  in  the  beginning  and  how  annoyed  she  could  sometimes  still  get   (   not  to  mention  how  annoyed  he  could  sometimes  still  get  with  her   )   ,  she  still  ADORED  him.  

he  was  the  closest  thing  she  had  to  family  --  just  a  girl  from  a  farming  colony  with  no  living  parents  ,  no  living  siblings  ,  and  no  real  skills  aside  from  the  ones  she’s  honed  during  her  time  with  tamás.  she  shuts  her  eyes  lightly  and  just  listens  to  the  lullaby.  it’s  not  the  first  rough  spot  they’ve  gotten  out  of.  she’ll  be  alright  soon  enough  ,  ready  to  jump  right  back  in.

[kafk-a]

“You gather things to you like an old road. You are peopled with echoes and nostalgic voices. I awoke and at times birds fled and migrated that had been sleeping in your soul.”

— Pablo Neruda, from Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair

[bardbattled-m]

edgeineer‌.

HE’S IN AWE OF IT ALL.  in all his life, he hadn’t ever seen anything so beautiful. feet shuffle himself a bit closer, bending down on the rocky bank, head tilting to one side as he took it all in. the waters were almost hypnotizing, the sound of the waterfall calming. the jeweled tree brings some intrigue, mental math in his head about how much each of those jewels could be sold for, but the water….

            ‘‘ what if…we just swim to it ?  what’s the worst that could happen ? ’’

❝  i  love  your  CONFIDENCE  ,  but  i  don’t  love  that  you  fell  asleep  in  the  middle  of  my  set  last  night.  i  told  the  story  of  this  place!  we  get  in  the  water  ,  we  fall  into  a  CURSED  SLEEP  for  the  next  thousand  years  or  so.  ❞    her  hands  slip  into  the  crook  of  his  elbow  and  she  leans  into  him  slightly  ,  thinking.  jewels  like  these  could  feed  a  whole  lot  of  families  .  .  .  and  make  for  an  incredible  story.  

[bardbattled-m]

❝  have  you  ever  seen  anything  so  BEAUTIFUL?  ❞    the  bard  can’t  take  her  eyes  off  the  cavern  in  front  of  them.  the  rocks  slope  down  into  a  pool  of  bright  cerulean  water  ,  glowing  with  a  MAGIC  she’s  never  seen  before.  on  the  other  side  of  the  cave  ,  a  small  waterfall  rushes  down  over  the  uneven  wall  ,  bubbling  through  the  cracks  and  pouring  around  the  stones.  as  it  splashes  into  the  subterranean  lake  ,  it  kicks  up  a  low  hanging  mist  that  SOFTENS  the  light  emanating  from  the  strange  depths.  in  the  center  of  it  all  is  a  tree  carved  of  stone  ,  sparkling  with  precious  jewels  set  into  the  branches.    ❝  the  trouble  is  how  to  get  across  without  falling  in.  ❞

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