#au:medieval

[dreamcrackship]

Crackship #249 by @dreamcrackship ( for @sparrow-odair394)

Sophie Turner and Hayden Christensen {Medieval}

Under cloud, beneath the stars Over snow one winter's morn I turn at last to paths that lead home And though where the road then takes me I cannot tell We came all this way But now comes the day To bid you farewell

[ripperdxc]

  The city was in his humble opinion perhaps not the best but it was enough, served it’s purpose and the idea of jumping on-board a ship to get home made the knight green. He would stay here for as long as he was needed, which perhaps wouldn’t be much longer, he was growing old and didn’t quite have the spring in his step the younger men did. The fight in him slowly waning. So before the tourney had even begun he’d disappeared into the narrow winding streets. A brief distraction before he had to face being Sir Vincent Decker.

  “Good morni—”

[creatxn-archive-blog]

stopthinkingaboutthewoods

"So you really think I should tell my husband? How did you hear of the Prince and I in the first place!?"

"     The birds in this forest are extremely chatty."

To the point of annoyance

"          But if there is one thing I know, it is that these big            secrets have a way of revealing themselves.  They            don't like to stay secret.  

                And it is best if your husband hears this from you, rather                 than from someone else"

[creatxn-archive-blog]

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...he hadn't made a blunder like that since he was in his thirties.  

This was the thought that idly ran through Baron's head as he watched birds squawk and fly away from the tree he was perched in, and squirrels angrily chatter at him before scurrying away.

     Really, he had just been trying to create a little heat source.        He hadn't intended for a flash of that brightness to occur.  

Oh well, at least he was warm now.  Though the snow upon the branches of his tree was now melting, and dripping on him.  

     There also was the issue that the bright light he had created      may have attracted some unwanted attention.  If it had...well,      he supposed he could only hope that it was pleasant unwanted      attention.  He didn't feel like testing how well his cane held up      in this cold.