I want Sansa to discover her warg abilities please and thank you.

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I want Sansa to discover her warg abilities please and thank you.
Its really great Portia, you should definitely learn!!
FFAF - Is Nahi's hair color naturally that color or is it dyed/magically attuned?
It is actually an enchantment. She met a woman in Dalaran that makes them for her, magic is amazing! They last a few weeks before needing to be recharged, so she keeps a number of them around. (Also a good explanation for how the barber's chair does things instantly) There are times that she will change colors, she used pink for After Dark, and will be using them this weekend. Her natural color is white like it is at the roots normally, just like her mother's.
Does anyone want to rp with me? I need to get back into writing and character creating and that sounds like the best way to do it. I'm open to probably anything except smut or horror. I don't need a plot necessarily, just a nice fleshed out world. I'll do fandom rps as long as canon characters are NOT involved, just ask if that's what you wanna do!! It'll probably be through email or a roleplay site of your choice.
guess who's finally watching greys again.
A MAGICIAN FINALLY WON AMERICA'S GOT TALENT THIS IS THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE
I don't understand how there are people who don't like magic tricks
Like most things in her house the black flower had a story to it. It had been given to her by an old lover, one with skill in plants. While they loved each other it bloomed with a new colour each day, over and over, every colour of the rainbow. When they fell out of love it turned grey and seemed to wilt. It changed again when she married, and again when she had children. It changed when he married, but seemed to droop a little each time his wife miscarried, the old couples’ empathy for one another feeding into the flower.
The day she died it turned black, and her old lover wept when it was given to him by her son.
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