“Do you know the song of the Three Sisters?” Tides of the Dark Crystal, J.M. Lee.
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“Do you know the song of the Three Sisters?” Tides of the Dark Crystal, J.M. Lee.
When Elder Cadia looks at your symbol, he only sees the end. But I see the chance for a new beginning!
My mother put her duties first and her daughters second. It was difficult to find ways to earn her love. Because of our station. But we tried.
Tavra in Tides of the Dark Crystal, J.M Lee.
#oh how the tables turn
HAPPY LESBIAN DAY OF VISIBILITY!!
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Brea following the Unamoth
End. Begin. All the Same. | A Single Piece was Lost.
thank you, wise paladin!
Remember : the bonds of sisterhood can be tested, but never broken.
- mira deserves justice. - they’ll try to stop us. - us? - i go where you go.
(♡°▽°♡) (♡°▽°♡)
#GTKM, dark crystal edition ↬ favourite location ☆ stone-in-the-wood
Stone-in-the-Wood emerged from the lush wood ahead of them, a cresent-shaped rise of rocks and boulders of every proportion. It looked as if a giant had stacked pieces of mountaintops there and left them to grow together over time. Nestled within the rocks and trees were dozens, if not hundreds, of Gelfling huts, all connected by narrow pathways and steps. Some of the huts were stone, others built of wood in the arms and trunks of huge trees that grew in the spaces between the rocks.
choose your fighter
we are the ascendancy.
she was kind and brave… and her laugh… she was full of life. but the skeksis took that life. i watched them drain and consume her very essence!
the bonds of sisterhood can be tested… but never broken.
she’s dead. / our sister is gone.