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[wawabakedintobread]

[daftydrafty]

Book 1 synopsis

Deep in the heart of Vrevell, there is a secret brewing. A malicious undertow hiding behind wealth and prestige.

Rheia DeMaren Evryali is a bard, currently traveling alone rather than among the Storm Viper caravan she was born to. A casual trip to her distant relations in the Southern Jungle leads to a storm of uncovered memories, disturbing dreams, and a well of seething wrath she thought herself incapable of. While seeking to tame this storm, Rheia's path crosses with that of a conspirator, one with a scholar's intellect and a shark's mercy.

As one that has always splashed in the glittering pools of the public's attention, Rheia is alarmed to find herself pulled into the depths of a secret she was never meant to survive. Isolated from any hope of support or salvation, Rheia must find the strength tied to the very core of her soul if she's to have any chance of surfacing as anything more than a wreckage of her former self.

[the-night-is-coming-to-an-end]

Broken Promises

Actions speak louder than words, some say.

That is not a lie, but one cannot say that it is the truth entirely. A simplified phrasing, an easier way of saying, I hear the words you speak and I will make sure that they are true. Lying and cheating hurt because the words were supposed to mean something when they were said, but then one person decided they did not matter enough. The act of unfaithfulness would not hurt unless one first promised to be faithful. It is how you act relative to your words that matter. The words are what make promises meaningful, the way we act is simply evidence of how much power we think they have, of how much they matter to us.

The breaking of a promise hurts because in that case, the words were not enough to keep them from acting on whatever made them break it. The actions visualize how much we truly care, and that’s why you never trust someone begging for forgiveness when they are caught in a lie. They have already shown where they stand and if they want a pardon, they will have to change how they act, not how they speak. Don’t let them come back based on their pleading, but how they react to rejection. Words are empty promises, actions are what fills them, with what depends.

[paperybones]

From the Wanderer (Anonymous, 10th century)

Part One

Part Two: x

[apurplemoth]

Doodeling, just trying stuff, I don't know how to draw smoke help 🎶

[emahriel]

Inktober: Day 3

[lovemeplease1017]

These draw a sweet curve across his face; the rain in the middle of a sunny summer, the singing of crickets at dusk, turning on the radio and his favorite song blared, singing out loud at the top of his lungs no matter how miserable he hits the tune, the sound of his ballpoint pen as it kissed the soft fabric of paper, the sudden rush of excitement that slithers through his body about the ending of a book he's reading, soothing sound of his name as someone utters it, having his name spelled out correctly, a genuine smile from stranger, the fragrance of a newly-opened books, the shuffling of people's feet on a busy street, the glimmering street lamps and city lights after the sun set, understanding a very complex lesson first among the class, passing the exam he thought he'll fail, receiving some sincere compliments from others when he least expected them, the crackling of fireworks in the night sky, meeting dog lovers just as he is, seeing someone plays along with his pet, witnessing a dog tugging along with his master, smell of a newly-baked cookies and clothes fresh from laundry, reading a perfect symmetry of words and rhyming scheme of poetry, gentle touch of someone close to his heart against his bare skin, the sudden shift of the glow of the street lights from red to orange to green, conversing with people who share the same music genre as him, discovering answers about his wonders, having the same opinions like the others, especially with the one he looks upon to, sweetness of chocolates reaching the tip of his taste buds,  the soothing sounds of violin when a bow was slid on its strings, the intent look of someone's eyes at his phone, being in a concert and witnessing an avid fan jumping up and down, watching his favorite band performs live, the dancing of clouds in the horizon, the brush of wind on his hair on a very windy day, and seeing files being deleted on the screen of his laptop.