#lifeintatters

[fulluponcrazy]

✏ = teaching them a different language

Alistair made a faintly disgruntled noise and scratched the back of his head. “...Repeat that?”

[rebelliontales-blog]

   ‘You, you! Yes -- you!’ Hand is waving towards the other, what was her      name again? A WARDEN that much she can remember. ‘I found somethin’      & --’ Suddenly she stands straight, hands that are now covered in dirt      rest at her sides. ‘Someone told me ‘bout somethin’ hidden in the ground      & I didn’t believe ‘em. But, curiosity got the best of me &?’ Head tilts, a      single digit pointing to what appeared like a box in the ground, ‘You      goin’ to help? Could be somethin’.’

@lifeintatters

[rebelliontales-blog]

   ‘HONESTLY, I hate nugs. &        I’m not ‘bout to eat one.’

[ofhanin]

lifeintatters

                      Steps echoed through long since emptied halls-- As though they were mere memories of those who had walked there before him. Though darkspawn had practically infested the underground ruins, the God had laid waste to their ranks immediately upon his arrival  So, yet again, did he find himself alone; silently admiring the glyphs left behind by those who had made them centuries prior. Ever so carefully would his fingers glide over them-- As though he were remembering the age in which they had been created. Even as the other approached, he could not bring himself to stray from the thought. Their footsteps drew more and more near, but yet-- He failed to care in the slightest bit.