#hallamcther

[gcldauran-blog]

       Geldauran had been lost within a book he discovered while looting through the others library. Had she known he was there? he didn’t care. He perched himself atop the desk and folded his legs. “... making love. Now isn’t this romantic.” amusement sparked in the mages eyes as he flipped through the pages. 

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[vindictan]

HALLAMCTHER APPEARED TO HIM.

              ‘ Ghilan’nain , ’ He greeted , though a bit surprised she was in his company. He wasn’t the most . . . gentle member of their little family. ‘Did you need me for something ? ’

[eolaselan-blog]

@hallamcther gave tribute

  The delicate fingers that tiptoed their way across strings — emitting music one could feel. Humming and alive within their chest; rattling the bones. It took little time to locate where Ghilan’nain had sat herself, surely. One simply need follow the rhythm she was creating. An art he had never been proficient at; hands far too calloused. Destroyed from other acts to ever dance upon such sinewy strings.

  As he drew closer, one hand clasped the other wrist, making sure to announce his presence before he drew closer. " Who do you play such a tune for? " The gentle, lopsided smile that came to his lips was genuine. The god crouching down beside her seat as a finger drew over her arm to alert her of him at her side. " Have you created some new creature that answers to music alone? "

[venandc-blog]

@hallamcther​ //:

          “HAVE I ever told you that I admire you so greatly, beloved.” 

[gcldauran-blog]

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[siirensung]

                    ( @hallamcther​ )

                      THIS HAPPENS... A LOT. The small priestess will lay in the fields and forests surrounding the great city, the meadow grasses surrounding her, and little wisps surround her. Tiny things that appear as shining bubbles, making chittering sounds as though they mimic the chirping of birds, or perhaps a babbling brook. They are little spirits, following light hearts with the desire toward playfulness. Enya will lift her hands with a bright smile, letting the wisps float into her palms. Childish delight swirls about her head, creating currents in the Fade, and the wisps ride along them with a joyous choir. When she tilts her head upward, she can see the approaching halla upside down.

                    “ Lethallan! It’s play time. The wisps say so. ”