#liathano

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do you have any fantasy book recommendations with main characters like daenerys?

Read Crown of Stars by Kate Elliott! It’s a very underrated series and Liath reminds me of Dany, right down to the association with fire. I would actually rec that series to anyone who likes aSoIaF; I think they have similar vibes and characterization. It does the pseudo medieval thing way more accurately too if a more realistic setting is something you’re into.

[lastfm]

❤ (you dont need to if you dont want to!!)

good naruto mutual :)) you seem rlly sweet ur aura is like. calming

[morsheiradanetro]

With far more care than the act required, the last of the dirt was brushed off the second of a pair of urns. Wrapping them in a thick cloth, the woman settles them into a small box before slipping the entire package into a leather bag slung over the shoulder. Giving a slight tug to her hood the woman rises, making her way silently through the mist to vanish over the cliff. 

[electriccatstuff]

Some #poisonivy version of #liathano aka #liath from #kateelliott #kingdragon #fantasybook #pensketched during learning #doodle #wip #drawing🎨 #instadraw #drawing #pendrawing #pendrawings #koronagwiazd #królewskismok #bookstagram #fanart #wip #drawingforfun #instagirl (w: Warsaw, Poland) https://www.instagram.com/p/ByTZT4JiASD/?igshid=1gbs5xicnr4pa

[edgyprinceofdarkness]

Liathano's Trial

A sealed envelope would find its way into Liathano's hands in some form or fashion.  The black wax holds no discernible seal.  "TRIAL" is written boldly on the front of the envelope in a neat script.  Upon breaking the seal, the letter would reveal an encrypted message.

Ylkk jhl.  Qf T arl dzgv bhtl kzile kpe htp qt htj qnexeleo, B nwuww yivp pratpw milftste ebdm.  Sz, B'd eadmzvg jhlzs.  T wfv't qntsiyz tirp tswue fzvidmvzs' ntdxatzea, ayw pwu dxvu pcxkby vgfelpwxmamev ibznk qt zg pwuc hnv.  Yzni brttc ead clat mnjg wzkb, ino yfz wstk?  Poyxjblj, bk ead lf luxu Z noczfb amhlb ie tj Q wll rktftcty ohzvg eazvgd pfzts fp bixx. Kpe zgcg wlr Z'tl ntim amhlb mtgzatpkj qs ty kpej prvt eh yqrp nj wr xx wwr l cfj.  I ohe'b gtov i ffvb ibznk bhpbi kaxirqgy hi ehlm kpej lkino yfz.  Awe Z kacx rjofm za hzp dccs ffvej tim tsxp eiwezvg eh giy xx kw cwxrv ua pyitpovz ssbk qt tl kpej prvt stellpw sg a dxctshhil.  Mtgzatpk Cc id zfqnr mf pagx jwmp lvziznj qsdnva rlecgiyz kpe whtild mf nirak.  Bhpr'ct wlgk bo nevin fi kpetk ywmpervd, mnk noc ylkkd lrse, eavg'rp clat axfxlp.  Bk'a pchsibwr r oozw kpiyz Jbegxe Virak qs sxi leankg.  Wp arde lg zv fzk jwmp cfjs eh twmaxeaaex wwr eav xodlzjlp erkk zy zvtpkvat tg kpe obibipk nwrv.  Pyw ffvbqnr vrzed pyit dav atlgua fzk?  Diymx pwu oh jqnnx pwu wbmm tstk tiqx. Z'u gpmkqnr iimter kqrpw fn hlozvg xr kqmp pratpw zv Bwttscwtn.  Q dzg'k oee afe Bwttscwtn eeym wzox myqs mtjbizg fn sekfvg xbels lgu sindraspkp bo eaza ssbk.  Bienj ead tj luxu ra a ohfz ayw rxplkvvtwr iin eaza gchlx iymf bhp ziwuyw.  Rtl eav nocfzlamev Kllp rvd wxrlecl yivp zfve.  T'f jbiwe umblmzvg ll kw wsxkpec hi voe rfc flec qneh kpe ntkmgzkp wf qhiuiotste.  Eaza tcbrt mldva mp pfvdpk. Rvyhtp, qf T yrql mxtiudx Z liog'k lo jhlz ssbk, bhpg jw bp bk.  Qf T prvtpw kw pfly xaaxia, I hhltd stmm stzemd fi nqts lfue qntsiyz dqntlkmr ohzvg dxtzeetig wzkb wr dhdm ssbk.  Q jzbemd Merkknere bpvrcsp, tj Q rpvrtl, tm nis eav jedm uimyxu orzng wf xxikeytiqed B'mm egxi mnnhlvtpkvl.  I'we wqgsm wwr nhzv.  Tstk'a wstk uecvvvacbva dz, kzohe?  Yzohebeo.  Gftiliyz.  Ycnebeo dzpe jofgkqed.  Myit dazb.  I'we imsptikh l ufcner.  Z'tl nhebiynv uy ekrqntgx.  Q'lw yzohe pymrp fp tojtcbipl cqe.  Ty pwu ohe'b wlgk bhlm smclnjm I hhe'b wcbkm a cxgwre he i bfgtp oq fzvidmvzs jhl ilcxrly vgfe amhlb, tsxe ee'cx rtl mxkbec hwn wtmywue xrkh zmymr.

Signed:  Kveer

[graemecrackerz]

FF+Aly+Liathano

Aly peered down from the bedside, lavender gaze drifting to the pile of books that lay stacked upon the floor. A soft sigh rang out from her throat as she rolled to the opposite side of the bed. With a groan she peaked out of the window, squinting at the sight of the glimmer of late afternoon sun staring back at her. Numerous people were wandering the streets which meant Sarea wasn't due home for at least another two hours. "Well.. What the heck." Aly muttered as she rolled back across the bed, grabbing one of the books and flipping to the center of it. For some reason reading always caused the woman's mind to wander 

She thought of Liathano as her lavender gaze licked at the pages, devouring their contents. 

Liathano's hands flittered up Aly's alabaster skinned thighs, brushing the fine linen night gown aside as her tanned body crawled like the water she could bend at will, her form graceful and fluid as her skilled fingers crawled upward. Aly couldn't help but bite her lip, sucking it into her mouth as she gazed wide eyed at the woman crawling up her form. "L..Lia?" She imagined herself asking even as that pig nosed grin shot up at her as if telling her to be quiet.

Suddenly Aly was jolted awake by a happy wife as Sarea beamed down at her. "I actually made something." She proudly stated as Aly rose from the bed.