#guessing game meme

[ncfan-1]

hmmmm, "help", then?

Help:

“So,” she said in reply, so short and clipped that Linhardt would have been forgiven for missing it over the clanking of plate armor as soldiers and knights yet milled around the throne room—Dorothea couldn’t help but wonder if some of them were not weighing just how much trouble they might get into if they started looting the place of its many, many valuables.

[ncfan-1]

sharp for the word game

Unfortunately, I do not have 'sharp.' Would you like to try again?

[ncfan-1]

2nd attempt :) Walls, stare, room, stairs

One for 'walls':

They must now shore up all of their resources against a feared invasion by either Aesfrost or Hyzante. Cordelia’s reputation was so tattered that she could not even imagine the challenges it would create for her as she attempted to rule her kingdom. Cordelia would stand alone against the encroaching walls of night, the impenetrable darkness where dangers innumerable did lurk, waiting to swallow her whole. She was afraid. She would admit that. She feared having to act as a single struggler in the storm that was to come. She would have felt considerably less alone if she had Avlora by her side, as they had once agreed. She did not think she would have been so afraid.

One for 'stare':

But Glenbrook, though a wellspring of salt independent of the Source in Hyzante that could be found within its own borders would undoubtedly have been a fantastically valuable boon, had not suffered for want of salt the way Aesfrost had since the close of the Saltiron War. Glenbrook was not bled dry in exchange for Hyzantian salt as Aesfrost was. Glenbrook was not driven to politically perilous salt smuggling just to get enough of it to satisfy its needs. Roland and his companions said that Gustadolph had his own cousin murdered as a pretext for war, and as Cordelia stared at the salt deposits, shimmering in the lantern-lit gloom as a tremendous host of stars, she knew exactly why, and her heart burned with the memory of her own uncertainty regarding her father’s guilt or innocence in the affair. What a fool she had been. What an utter fool.

Two for 'room,' but I'm using this one, since it also contains an instance of 'stairs':

Over time, the lady was less and less herself, and bore more resemblance to another lady whom those around her had once known. But it was not to last. It was not to last at all. Before whatever further transformation was waiting for this lady could come to pass, she mounted the stairs to the summit of the highest tower of her home, and threw herself back down those stairs, the crown still upon her head. Though her body at the bottom of the stairs was so mangled that it could be identified only by the bloodied gown which it wore, the crown, which had rolled to the other side of the room into which she had come tumbling out, was totally intact. Not even one of the delicate pearls had been knocked from its setting.

Yeah, everybody's having just such a fun time.

[ncfan-1]

Hello there :) For the WIP game: breeze, chin, calm and hill, please.

Uhh, I don't have any for those words yet. Try again?

[ncfan-1]

for the wip guessing game 'perceive' or 'quiet' for the words!

Nothing for 'perceive,' but I do have something for 'quiet':

Spoken like someone who hadn’t ever had everything in her life go horribly wrong, one thing after another after another. Still, though it would no doubt strain her relationship with the Jedi Order as a whole if Misa was caught on this venture before they turned up any lost, presumed dead Jedi to show for it, she at least would not suffer any punishment, either slight or serious, for her role in this. Chastised for failing to rein in a pair of reckless girls, perhaps, but not punished. Whereas these two would be copying lines or babysitting the little ones or mopping floors or however it was that apprentices were punished for such mischief among the Jedi. It wasn’t much of a comfort, but it was enough to keep Misa quiet in the face of what she considered to be remarkably unrealistic hopes.

[ncfan-1]

Alone for the fanfiction ask game

Child Misa has her first proper conversation with her aunt:

The humming stopped all at once, but it was a long time before her aunt turned her gaze away from the gardens out in the courtyard towards Misa. It was long enough that Misa found herself beginning to regret having even come to this courtyard at all, let alone having spoken. She had never said anything to her aunt before, and most grown-ups seemed to like it better when you said hello before you started asking questions. Her aunt was silent for long enough that Misa began to wonder if she wasn’t about to be scolded.

[herawell]

11 and 26 for the guessing game thing 😆❤️

11. Favorite movie?

Hmmm... Baahubali 2 or Jodhaa Akbar?

26. Favorite school subject

Writing? Art?

[ncfan-1]

for the WIP meme, you got “heart”?

From Chapter One of Under Observation:

Any comfort brought to Jonathan by the warmth of the fire fled him all at once, as a different heat pooled in his belly, so caustic he expected it to shoot up and scorch his heart. But there was a new piece of information buried in there as well, and it was enough for Jonathan’s mouth to twist and him to choke out a bitter, “Oh, Albrecht and his wife have offered to host you?”