#chantingwinds

[filiaprudens]

『 —With [ tarnished crown ] upon his head, S t r o l l s the ruler of the keep, With no reasons left for [ waking ],  Yet, no reasons left to sleep… 』

      ♛ W E L C O M E ♛

herooftwilight

mischevious-little-imp

chantingwinds

theskyhero

link-hero-chosen-by-the-gods

  {♛} Cerulean eyes were closed, a serene look on the Princess' features. She was quite relaxed, really, a contented sigh slipping past pink lips. She leaned against the stately tree in the courtyard, the same one she had played around as a child, spending many happy hours there, either with a book or one of her toys.

Inquisitive eyes opened as she sensed another presence, head tilting back slightly to examine the person standing before her. "Ah, hello," she greeted, nodding ever so slightly as she rose to her feet. "What brings you here?"

[halfliight]

//pats a snowball down and throws it at Sheik silently giggling to himself

“Was that really necessary…?” He’d stopped bothering to even brush the snow off himself; he was far too tired and had a feeling more would be thrown at him before the night was out. 

[desidenius-blog]

eidoliths, chantingwinds, clocksandlace, magisterreserans, afinalhazard, excubiarumsoldier

The Guild Master stops, eyes narrowing from the shadow his hood casts over his eyes as he looks over to the door of The Ragged Flagon. He pulls himself up from a stool and makes a beeline for the door, one hand reaching up to leisurely pull his hood forward. Not many visitors come to The Flagon, and from the Ratway no less. They usually don't knock, either, so Gallus can only assume that there are tourists afoot. Nevertheless, he wears a welcoming smile on his face when he opens the door.

It's immediately obvious that they're not from around here. The garb they don is strange, not to mention that the Nightingale hasn't seen a wink of them in Riften from before. His smile fades down into a quizzical sort of expression, and he lets go of the doorknob  hands placing themselves on his hips as he shifts back on one foot.

         "You aren't from around here, are you?"

[the-queen-of-fairies-blog]

Hello, child...

He had come back! The boy who had controlled the winds to visit her had returned to her fountain in the island. The Fairy Queen grew excited as she watched him in the darkness, still hidden in the guise of a common fairy. She had been quite fond of this boy the last time he had visited her. She had liked him so much that she had decided to give him a small gift, the power to control fire and ice with his arrows. She hoped he had liked it. Without revealing herself, an airy laugh filled the cavern, echoing off the walls. The cave suddenly became illuminated with the ethereal light of hundreds of fairies. Once the laugh had faded, Fey spoke to him in a childish, singsong voice.

"Child...you who wields the power of the winds...fate has brought you to me once again, I see."