A wild dragoness appears! She leaves an offering of her special meatbuns, and some dragonspice wine.
!!!!!!
The offerings are gladly accepted.
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A wild dragoness appears! She leaves an offering of her special meatbuns, and some dragonspice wine.
!!!!!!
The offerings are gladly accepted.
🤙 Bump into my muse
@gcdslcyer | 🤙 Bump into my muse
this time, she wasn’t on her way to her shop, but rather the library instead. it was almost time for a full moon to emerge in the skies and she was looking to research some of the rituals her witches would do back in the old days. she always enjoyed a few moments alone in the library with herself, reading the hours away.
it wasn’t until someone bumped into her that she was able to get herself back to earth and out of her own mind to focus on who connected their shoulders with her. she wasn’t paying much attention either so she turned to the woman and smiled faintly. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t paying attention.”
IT'S TRUE THOUGH.
>C
Are we telling truths about how awesome Mags is?
Oh don’t you start now.
“ because i’m a masochist ” Is she being serious or sarcastic? Hard to tell. / Crow!
“I’m...not sure how to respond to that.”
It was such a prompt response to his question that it just obliterated every other thought in Crow’s head. Lyth was a hard woman to read at the best of times but saying something like that...he genuinely had to stop and think if she was joking or not. After a few moments of the gears in his brain grinding together he figured she was surely joking.
🗡
Send “🗡” to ask my muse about one of their scars.
“I’ve been hunted before. Several times.” She murmured, tracing one of several similarly cross-shaped scars on the meat of her left thigh and calf. “Miqo’te are especially dogged hunters.”
“ well this is horrifying ”
“Y-Yeah...I’ll say.”
A pause.
“...Did your husband start Halloween early...?”
@gcdslcyer once more :
“I’m designing a new store front.” She’s doodling on the sheet though absentmindedly. “Do you think it’s easier to have a loft style for some of the tables? Or should I go with more a breakfast nook style?” Please tell Lyth to get some rest-
“I mean, I think breakfast nook looks better, but loft style would be easier to clean--”
No. He was abiding in this. Though he wanted to help her, there were times where the best solution to a problem was a good night’s sleep. It was too bad that Aamon had never really done that himself, and as a result set quite an awful example...
“Nevermind that. You look tired. How long have you been working on this...?” A pause. “...How late is it right now, anyways?”
The main problem with being a world-hopper. Never knowing instantly what time it was wherever you went.