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┊ ✧ 𝖉𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖙𝖆𝖑𝖊𝖘 . ▸ a primarily female fantasy based ( private / selective / mutuals only ) multi-muse including original characters with original lore. content and themes should be labeled as not safe for work. triggers will be tagged. please be over the age of twenty one to interact.
┊ ✧ 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 . // 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬 + 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬 + 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬 .
┊ ✧ 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴 : @𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 + @𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 .
┊ ✧ 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 : @𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 + @𝐨𝐟𝐧𝐱𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐞 .
┊ ✧ lady aeryn went into a heavy period of depression after the loss of her unborn child in a terrible miscarriage. she became reclusive for a while, and unbeknownst to anyone, dedicated her days to the study of necromancy in an attempt to raise her unborn child. though she was unsuccessful, she eventually recovered. people have sworn to the fact that a drunken aeryn wanders the castle walls muttering something similar to 'those archaic runes will be the death of me'.
┊ ✧ bridgette was raised alongside her brother, broderick in kind, learned to wield a blade from a young age, spent her time studying mechanisms of becoming an assassin, ie, kill strikes, poisions, stealth. when her brother, a well known assassin, started the delvani and led with his friend asmeda, she was inducted into the ranks. when both leaders fell, bridgette eventually took over her brother's role, masquerading as him until she was able to sieze control and reveal her true self. those who wouldn't follow were either released or killed, if they even attempted to harm her.
┊ ✧ calanthe was born to a blacksmith, who eventually began forging blades of merit - those that a high lord took a shining to. himself and her brother, calsenth, were brought under the leader's control as their personal blacksmith / merchant duo. in a coup against the king, they were murdered, and though the lord survived, he did not make good with the family, leaving the alchemist, vadra, and calanthe to suffer. when she gained recognition as a mercenary, she made a blood oath that she would eventually destroy the man who was responsible for her family's deaths.
┊ ✧ cressida is skilled in both blade and bow, taught by her two brothers. though she was raised to be a lady in kind, her nights were spent sparring in the fortress walls. when mount arres was attacked, valen was sent to find her, and as per usual, she was in the sparring grounds. siege equipment caused a massive cave in and the two were thought to have fallen to their deaths, only to reveal the cavernous space where some of the ten were imprisoned. me'sovahl bonded with cressida the moment she fell, and awoke in time to save her and her brother from their timely deaths.
┊ ✧ delphine was always skilled in the art of magicks, particularly healing kinds. she was a variant user of herbs and alchemy, which eventually awarded her her spot as one of the local court mages. when the queen came to her - sporting a pregnancy that she did not want, delphine was able to help her come to terms with the idea of what would eventually be called an abortion, snipping the thread that the life was tethered to and releasing the soul back into the ether for another chance at revival one day in the future.
me'sovahl has a twin brother, ( name lost to time ) , born at the same time, but is believed to have died shortly before she herself was trapped in stone. he fought valiantly and was ultimately killed against a series of hunters who wanted to strip him of his dragon flesh / scales and sell it on the black market, believing they would be imbued with some sort of magical power, since the dragons were born from isval, mother dragon, creator of the magicks themselves.
little is known about the location of the fallen beast, though it's likely he was also imprisoned somewhere that the earth split open, a burial space created by the mother dragon herself to protect her fallen child in the event that he could eventually be raised. though the act of necromancy has been outlawed for some time until there is a resurgence of the dark powers / magick, she believes that it is their only hope of seeing her fallen child again.
many have searched over the years for his resting place in hopes of finding and resurrecting said fourth born dragon, attempting to turn him into a dracolich of their own making and therefore controlling a powerful weapon of mass destruction. his burial site is said to be protected by powerful magicks that only a specific dragon blood can unseal and open. me'sovahl has been searching for her brother since she was awoken and unimprisoned by the mount arres twins, and subsequently has realized that cressida is the one she needs.
until such an action can be done, and the burial site is found, me'sovahl protects cressida with her life, knowing that she is the only one who can potentially free her twin brother and set things right. she yearns to be reunited with her brethren, and feels like a part of her is lost without him by her side. only when she bonds with cressida is she at her full power, meaning that if cressida were to perish, she would be subsequently weakened and vulnerable.
tonight's the night. her plan is set, her knives pressed into the leather corset she wears on top her decadent gown, easily hidden. there is poison inside each of the blades, commissioned especially for the grand ball that's meant to happen this evening.
inviting the otherwise outsiders was something she thought would end up in a big clash of swords and armor, but shockingly there have been no in fights between anyone, as of yet. she'll spark something soon enough when she sets the lord on a path of least resistance by taking out one of his competitors and making it look like it was all their doing. she smiles inwardly to herself, grabs a goblet of mead and takes a long and heavy sip.
there is someone new here tonight, a woman that she does not recognize - and she has made it an effort to know at least a great percentage of people in this room. she will keep an eye on her for now, but something in her eyes tells her that they share a kinship. when she is alone, bridgette will approach her, bring a second goblet and hand it to the blonde with a small smile on her face.
"which one are you assigned to...."
she glances both ways and makes a mark of a finger across the throat, a formal sign that she knows the other woman will be able to understand without calling attention to either one of them.
"because i know you didn't come here for the grandeur of it all."
she says, taking a sip of the drink.
"oh, yours isn't poisoned, i promise. i only save that for the ones meant to keep quiet, i want to know more about you and your particular, methods, so to speak".
she says, shifting to the side before sliding out one of her daggers just enough to peak the other woman's attention before replacing it inside it's sheath. "tonight's going to be fun, don't you think?"
she says, wide eyed with a bright smile pulling at the corner of her lips to show off the slight hint of fanged teeth whilst looking over at @sainterror. she can only wonder who hired her and who she was planning to off - because an assassin may not know much, but she can always spot one of her own in a crowd.
me : nine muses for fantasy is enough. it's a good number.
also me : what about a hexblade warlock with the soul of her celestial mother embedded in her sword, and she doesn't know about it yet. the sword beckons her to the path of the good and righteous, never really a sell sword before, but she feels right with it in her hands.
also me : what about a part-aasimar fallen from grace and trying to reform her wings as while dealing with penance for letting her charge ( her younger sister ) run off and get herself killed. filled with anger and grief and just angsty things. harsh and brooding. touch her and you'll burn.
also me : a changeling that comes back to the land of the fae after being cast out and left aside for some human family. she pierces through a hole in the veil after following a fae hunter who has come to kill what they thought was her 'sister', a human who moved up the ranks of the fae high court.
me: well....shit.
she's exhausted to say the least, and there's no telling how tired me'sovahl is under the weight of baring a new, untrained rider. she clings to the dragon's back as they circle a cave opening, me'so scouting out a place for them to land and call it a night under dusk light. cressida glances around, it's high enough for valen to find them when he returns from burying the body of their older brother. she couldn't face the idea of leaving their flesh and blood alone amongst the wreckage, and like always, valen took it upon himself to take care of the things that she didn't think she could handle.
when they landed, she could feel the weight of me'sovahl's heavy footsteps as she scoured around the area and partially collapsed in a corner, curling around a space big enough for the brunette to tuck away into - if she chose to do so.
it had been some time since the dragon had bore a rider, made of her blood and destined to bring her to victory amongst others around them, and it was a weight she had not felt in quite some time. her previous rider, before she was encased in stone, had died a brutal death, lady elyria of the mount arres, former queen and cressida's great ancestor, from three hundred years or so earlier. they had all but forgotten about the dragons with the demise of herself and her bretheren, lost amongst the darkness.
"we'll be safe here, right?"
she asks, small voice as she shuffles closer to the warmth of the beast's belly, where she tucks her arrow and quiver to the side, checks the knife in her boot, and saddles up against her underbelly. the dragon simply snorts out a stream of smoke from her nostrils, showing that she was on alert, despite how tired her eyes seemed. cressida knew that she was just like valen, would fight to death to protect her, and she felt already entitled to do the same.
it wasn't long before she fell asleep in the clutches of the dragon's hold when the sound of footsteps woke cressida from her tender slumber, eyes shining bright green despite the dimly lit fire she'd set before going to bed.
me'sovahl lifted her head slightly, breathed out a stream of steam, but she could feel the pain and waves of exhaustion escaping from her. cressida pressed her hand against the dragon's scales, and whispered softly.
"i've got this."
the two men approached, and before she knew it, her hands were stained with blood, cowering under the bright eyes of a sister dragon, as she glanced down at her. she didn't remember how it happened, though the gleam of her knife covered in crimson fluid, her bow strung across her back.
in me'sovahl's vision replays a tiny cressida, coming out of the darkness to shove a knife into a hunter's belly, perfect height to follow up with a kick to the balls that would topple him over and give her better leverage. when the second one took a step towards the beloved beast, cressida's fingers notched her bow and sent three arrows flying in quick succession into his shoulder, watching the blood begin to pool from the spot beneath his cotton jerkin.
she flashes a look back at the dragon's gaze and sees something in herself she doesn't realize she was capable of. her brother may be the warrior, but she's got some definite fight in her. the bodies will be buried before valen returns in the next few days or so, and he will be none the wiser. an unspoken bond not to mention this occurrence to him has been written between dragon and rider.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡. @afuckedtale.
she's sitting near a stream, fingers dancing through the waters, droplets of water falling from the tips as she raises her hand to brush against a sweaty brow. they've been riding for what seems like hours to get out of the main lands and into the surrounding forests, where they will be safe, where their dragons will be safe.
she watches a curled up me'sovahl on the opposite riverbank, lounging in the sun, looking positively pleased with herself after a few beasts worth of a meal and now a bit of time to rest her wings. atash and valen are circling the area above, taking their post as the guards whilst the other two get a bit of rest.
it's soon enough that night will be falling soon and they're going to have to find some place to bed down with their dragon kind, and because of such, they can't simply plop down in the middle of the forests. cressida thought she spotted a cave from above a few miles off, and the look of atash's bright red scales shining in the sunlight as the duo descend means they've found something.
"𝙞 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙞 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩?"
she says, a tilt of the head atash's direction, speaking to the guardian more or less than her rider. the fresh blow of steam from the dragon's nostrils prove her point, and she comes over to press her fingers against the creature's snout, smoothing a hand down her scales. much like her own dragon, she knows that atash is living on the edge, almost impossibly afraid of what war would bring to their race.
as riders, they were set to protect the vale, and the people in it, but as members of an uprising, the two of them simply decided not to be used for weapons of mass destruction, and not allow themselves nor their dragons to be manipulated.
"𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙚𝙡𝙨𝙚, 𝙞 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬." she says, whispering to atash, before pressing a kiss to the dragon's scales and turning to see valen. "𝙘𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙖 𝙧𝙤𝙮𝙖𝙡 𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙖𝙨𝙨 𝙖𝙨 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡, 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩." from the look in atash's eyes, she can almost read the dragon's mind, not needing the telepathic connection between herself and her brother's dragon to speak words now. and there her brother is, about ready to submerge himself in the streams cool waters.
"𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙬𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡, 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧?"
she asks, a tilt of the head in @afuckedtale's direction - her fingers still absentmindedly drawing patterns across the bright crimson of atash's scales, feeling the soft yet impossibly strong creations under her touch. she's always amazed at how similar the dragon's scales are to her own, yet in a way, they're more prominent in color, a stark difference. she feels the dragon settle a bit under her touch, like her proximity to cressida has taken the weight of protecting valen alone off her heavy shoulders.
her fingers brush across the petals of a flower, white now stained red, as she slumps her way against a tree. just a few more hundred yards, she tells herself, but the bleeding from her wound is becoming more pronounced, her breath is getting heavy and her heart is thundering in her ears. she knows if she doesn't make it to kashal's abode, she will likely collapse and wither away in the forest, so she persists.
biting down on a branch of a tree, pieces of bark between her teeth, she winces as she ties the now stained crimson fabric tighter against her arm, watching droplets of blood fall from her fingers like rain.
𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗍.
she says to herself, a mantra worth repeating, at this rate. and so she pushes herself from off the tree and begins trudging through the wood, careful not to jostle her most likely broken arm too much in her steps, and whilst on the lookout for any more men who dare bring harm, those that threaten the area.
part of her repayment to kashal for protecting her when she needed a friend, someone at her back when she first ran from the palace and stumbled into what forever will be known as reality, a situation of life and death she was not used to seeing, is keeping the woods safe from those poachers who want to use the animals for personal gain, rather than sustenance or something similar.
she spots his cottage from a half of a mile away, and it's like he can sense her coming, because she notices the door opening and out comes her friend, broad shouldered and willing to take up her burden.
"𝙬𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙥 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨."
she says, once he throws an uninjured arm over his shoulder and takes the brunt of her weight onto him, and there's a meek smile that follows her remark. she feels lighter, now, like she can walk for miles, but it's likely due to blood loss. they make it to his home and she passes out almost as soon as they make it across the threshold, into his arms just as dramatic as ever.
it's like she can feel @afuckedtale shaking his head in annoyance at her behavior, even from the realm of the unconscious.
❥ 𝐕𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 [ 𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂 ] .
change gendered language & add context to your needs . happy roleplaying !! ♡
“ the best way to make beautiful art is to constantly expose yourself to new & exciting places . ” “ nothing makes me happier than seeing a plant i’ve grown from a seed produce a gorgeous bloom !! ” “ you have this magic ability to make people happy . i hope you’ll show me how you do it someday . ” “ it’s good to live in the moment & not worry too much about the past . ” “ isn’t that nice ?? we’re all just little clumps of stardust , walking around . ” “ i was so innocent back then , before i learned the cruel ways of the world . ” “ all i want to do right now is hop into a warm bed & not get out until the end of winter . ” “ come on , treat me like a pretty princess !! ” “ i’ll love myself by eating my favorite ice cream & wearing baggy clothes . ” “ lots of folks try to take the easy road , but that just means you’ve gotta deal with a lot of traffic . ” “ thanks for being my friend . you’re always there for me , & i think that’s great . ” “ there are some things you just don’t realize about places until you leave them . ” “ it’s like i gave you a little piece of my heart , & you kept it safe & warm . ” “ i don’t feel like i can trust anyone right now , so i need to be alone . ” “ were you being nice or sarcastic ?? ” “ no matter how much time passes , i can’t forget him . ” “ why think about boys when you could be thinking about really important issues ?? ” “ my dream is for everyone to find something they can be passionate about & to fully enjoy each day . ” “ i’m okay with anything , as long as there’s some romance in the story . . . ” “ you’re looking awful as ever . who dresses you ?? ” “ are you some kind of antisocial freak , or something ?? ” “ whenever we talk , i feel like there’s a lot more going on inside you than you ever let anyone see . ” “ you’re so passive - aggressive . get some therapy . ” “ sometimes , all it takes is a good friend to remind you of all the things you like about your life . ” “ if you waste your time doing something you enjoy , then you’re not wasting your time . ” “ i hope you get stung by a thousand bees . ” “ who decided oranges have to be named after their color , but bananas aren’t just called ‘ yellows ’ . . . ?? ” “ doesn’t the sight of petals falling make you feel sad ?? . . . makes me feel kind of sad . life is so fragile . . . ” “ if i pass out here , please make sure i have some lipstick on . ” “ you could give me bellybutton lint & i would still treasure it . ” “ when you laugh , you look dreamy . ” “ i hope you go to jail & that your stupid house is torn down . ” “ you are in need of some serious fashion first - aid . ” “ what sort of sadist would drag me out of bed this early in the morning ?? ” “ i have to drink ten gallons of mint tea every single day . ” “ well , you’re so pretty , it doesn’t matter what atrocious thing you wear . ” “ there are things you want to do & things you have to do . . . but don’t forget to do nothing now & then . ” “ please don’t question my driving or parking skills . you couldn’t even begin to understand the level i’m on . ”
Bridget Regan as Kahlan Amnell in Legend of the Seeker (2008-2010)
𝑺𝑪𝑬𝑵𝑨𝑹𝑰𝑶 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺.
↬ OF FAIRYTALES, FOLKLORE AND FAEKIND.
scenarios inspired by various settings, encounters & magic tucked between pages, fashioned by the author.
+ feel free to change pronouns / roles !
FAIRYTALES.
‘ let me guess, you thought a true love’s kiss would help you. ’
‘ you will always follow the trail in the wood, and it will guide you on the same path, to the same cottage, the same witch. it will always be your undoing. ’
‘ i have never seen a more tragic creature. how might i help you ? ’
‘ you must take this knife and plunge it into his / her / their heart. ’
‘ forget yourself. that is how you break your curse. ’
‘ remove this thorn from my hand, and you will be rewarded. ’
‘ i’m tired of being a prince. i think i would actually enjoy being a frog. ’
‘ tell me of the beast, and i will hunt it for you. ’
‘ mice are never just mice, and pumpkins are rarely just pumpkins. ’
‘ i don’t think breaking a spell should be this simple. ’
‘ i never thought i’d return here, to the site where it all began. ’
‘ are you an orphan ? it’s just that they’re always finding themselves in magical predicaments. ’
‘ the mirror speaks falsely in your ear. it is your true curse. ’
‘ my heart feels uneasy, although i am free. is it supposed to ? ’
‘ i’m sorry, it’s just that i thought this is the part of the quest where the animals ought to start talking to me. ’
‘ of course i plan on going to the ball. why wouldn’t i ? ’
‘ jealousy has made more witches out of women than adam’s rib. ’
‘ where has choosing goodheartedness and having golden hair ever gotten you ? ’
‘ are you a helpful wizard, or the kind that sits in a tower reading moldy books ? ’
‘ i’m dreadfully bored. who knew waiting for a prince was so strenuous ? ’
‘ we all have towers we must leave, and magic that will try to thwart us. ’
‘ i’m afraid for the clock to strike. the hour will ring in the place of my heartbeat when we must be parted. ’
‘ i had no idea carpets could fly. or pigs for that matter. ’
‘ what would happen if the knight did not arrive to the castle, and the dragon made a den of it and a hoard of its people and prize of its princess ? ’
‘ i sometimes think i was switched out at birth, like a lizard in a bird’s nest. i belong somewhere else. ’
‘ in another kingdom exists a throne and a crown that is mine by right. ’
‘ if i did not wake up one day, i would still be waiting on a spinning wheel, dutifully bored. ’
‘ something in me knows you are here for my heart. ’
FOLKLORE.
‘ in all the myths i’ve heard, it’s never been worthwhile to approach strange sights. it’s best to turn around and pretend you never saw them. ’
‘ nothing is folklore until it exists longer than consciousness remembers, and lives in spite of it. ’
‘ i’ve heard your name before, in songs and lengthy ballads. ’
‘ whatever has led you here to me, there is destiny in its making. ’
‘ the beast returns every century or so, and tries to devour us. it will come again before long. ’
‘ a pretty face is not nothing. it earns you a hearth and a kind hand, after all. ’
‘ their lips are red as blood, and their teeth carve ruin into throats. ’
‘ aren’t dragons supposed to breathe fire and make a fuss about having their treasure found ? ’
‘ someday you will become a pilgrim, a saint, or a favored story, while i will be a voice on the wind. ’
‘ the stories say brides don’t live to the light before demons devour them. why should i become one ? ’
‘ there was another girl like you once, in a small town like this one. i can’t remember if she became the monster or died trying to escape it. ’
‘ remember to festoon the hearth with garlic, or rosemary, or one of those mundane herbs that keep evil out. ’
‘ that sounds like nothing but a tall tale, but i’m certain smaller minds would eat it up. ’
‘ to cross this bridge, you’ll have to pay a heavy toll. ’
‘ don’t stray too far from the path set before you, or something interesting might happen. ’
‘ i’ve passed that yard of crops a million times, but the crow never moved from its post until this morning. ’
‘ it is as though ancient fears are still in us like scars or stitches. ’
‘ graveyards aren’t where you find ghosts. look for them in places that feel like memories you shouldn’t have. ’
‘ stories reap princes from peasants as if their skins were crops in the ground. ’
‘ what form does your fear take ? surely not that of a bear or a lion. such things are too assuring. ’
‘ i found myself where everything was too familiar to be real. ’
‘ in safe beds on cold dark nights, we learn to face the monsters in our own minds. ’
FAEKIND.
‘ you’re not to partake in a fairy feast. don’t you know it’s the food that will devour you ? ’
‘ i’m sorry you did not read the eyes of the trees before finding yourself here. ’
‘ i wish to go back. i want to forget everything. ’
‘ you think that believing in us is enough to protect you ? that it will kill us if you forget, and we prey upon your unknowing ? ’
‘ step around the ring three times, like a backwards clock. that’s how you get to fairyland. ’
‘ i’ve never heard such sweet music before. ’
‘ where the trees begin to twist and groan in their roots, remember you must not make a right turn. ’
‘ i didn’t feel like i’d stepped into another world, but like it stepped into me. i knew i was there and forgot i’d left anything behind. ’
‘ how amusing. a human ! ’
‘ would you be my bride if i were to take you into the ground ? ’
‘ i know of tunnels you might take, the burrows of trolls and rabbits. ’
‘ don’t take anything from this realm, none of it is worth the price of keeping. ’
‘ there are courts by many titles in the lands beyond the veil, all of them other. ’
‘ names are not like currency here; they are more precious than diamonds and legacies. ’
‘ did you think all of us looked like goblins ? ’
‘ getting here is easy, but getting home is quite the trick. ’
‘ i shall give you a riddle, and it will puzzle you until you know the answer but forget your own soul. ’
‘ a bloodline is nothing when you’ve outlived civilizations. ’
‘ refusing my hospitality is like human sin, and it will bring worse upon you. ’
‘ everything here is and isn’t, and things are and aren’t. ’
‘ on lonely nights i stare into the trees, and a strange face leers back. ’
‘ the thrones here are made of bones and blood, and built upon decay. ’
‘ a third time is not a charm, but a bargain. it says that you want something enough to wager your sense. ’
‘ it is dangerous to think that magical beings do not have human intensities. ’
