#ikyreal

[zimina-rp]

Not sure when /who we would be fighting, but seems an interesting exercise. So... come at me... bro? FIGHT ME!

Kyreal vs. Idrael

“Black Blade” by Two Steps from Hell

[zimina-rp]

Dear Zimina, (Words) Regards, Zimina from 10 years in the future. [Hypothetically, fill in the body of the letter.]

Dear Zimina,

You have no idea how odd it is to be writing to myself. Though I suspect that if you, at this moment had the opportunity, you would have plenty to say to our self ten years prior to you.

Without spoiling the fun of it, as some things really are best learned directly (even if it's a lesson we've endured before in some ways), I have a few small encouragements to offer.

The stars are stillhere. Don’t be afraid to reach for one now and then.

Also, you should consider dyeing your hair again because you look older than you really are. I know that you don't feel young right now, but that will get better. And I am allowed to tell myself that I look old. It's not insulting. Well, perhaps it is a bit but we usually are our own harshest judge. Whether or not we listen or apply that advice is less certain.

So take these recommendations as you like.

Regards,Ziminafrom 10 years in the future

ikyreal

[zimina-rp]

You aided a strange old hermit-woman who you suspect may be more than she appears. In thanks, she presents you with a choice of three gifts: A forked stick, a once-white feather and a smooth, round stone. Which do you select and why?

With a smile, Zimina selected the smooth stone. For the stick would break in her hand when bent by burden, and the feather would fly from her grasp when touched by wind. In the stone she felt strength and permanence. Both she treasured greatly, in a life full of ephemeral dreams. 

ikyreal