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I think the best defense of Pelinal Whitestrake I can give is that if the Ayleids ever met the Drukhari they would probably have been good friends.
Paper Army (3/?) "Sorcha," ground the dragon's voice from somewhere inside the mirage of a man.
"Uncle," she called back, pulling a smile onto her lips. "Good to see you. Nice human illusion. Is it new?"
The great dracolitch did not answer the direct question. He never did. His glowing eyes fastened on her. "What do you know of history?"
"History? I mean, I did okay in the exams, if that's what you're on about. Not exactly my ace subject. I mean, I'm not studying to be an archeologist."
Murry huffed a reply that sent papers flying. As the human apparition plucked forms from the air, neatly piling them back in order, its mouth opened and closed in a parody of speech. "I suppose that will have to do. Through that door," he said, indicating a mahogany egress pushing itself out of the wall at his will, "you will find clothes. Pick out something that suits your taste."
"Okay," she said skeptically, already heading towards the selection. "What's going on? Is there a celebration I have forgotten about?" Again, no answer. Turning her attention to the selections offered, she wondered about the old-fashioned cut and positively archaic lines. It was on the tip of her tongue to inquire, but after a long moment of crackling silence, she knew she'd get no reply. She'd only find out what was at the heart of all this by playing along. "I don't see any shoes," she called out a few minutes later. As the expected silence greeted her, Sorcha shoved her half tied boots back on.
"Murry?" she called out. "Murry, there are no shoes-" she got no further. A hand slammed into her back, ice-cold and painful. Stumbling, she turned, trying to figure out who and what. The scorch of brimstone stuck in her nostrils as the teleportation circle activated, pulling her down, even as it locked her into place. Then the floor fell away - and Sorcha with it.
My grandma, pointing to my book collection: Is there any romance in here?
Me: I've got horror and triller, triller and horror. Take your pick
What’s your favorite book genre?
I like romance but the sappy stuff 😅
I love dungeon meshi because it combines two of my favorite things—eating weird things you probably shouldn’t and dubiously homosexual girlfailures, and then laughing about both those things simultaneously.
am i the only one who’s obsessed with ‘slowed + reverb’ ver songs?