#obsidianprinxess

[archmage--khadgar]

Tiny wings flew past the studious mages who gave her glances The trip from her cave to the Mage Order Hall was a long one but worth it She flew around the corner and landed on the ground with a puff of smoke she shifted forms Before the magnus now stood a girl with dark skin and brown curls tied up in a high ponytail. The dark circlet which graced her forehead matched her scale armor Giant amber eyes glowed eagerly at the mage. A smile met her lips. "Greetings Archmage Khadgar, we finally meet."

“Oh! Hello there! Miss.....?”  Khadgar grinned sheepishly.

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@obsidianprinxess

𝑀𝓎 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹,

   𝐼 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝓂𝓎𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻 𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝐵𝓇𝑜𝓀𝑒𝓃 𝐼𝓈𝓁𝑒𝓈 𝒶𝓁𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝓎. 𝐼 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓎𝑒𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝓇𝓊𝓁𝓎 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝐵𝓊𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝐿𝑒𝑔𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝒽𝒶𝓈 𝒾𝓃 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓁𝒹, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝐼 𝒹𝑜 𝒶𝒸𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌𝓁𝑒𝒹𝑔𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝐼 𝒶𝓂 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝓎 𝓉𝑜 𝒻𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒾𝓉 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝓎 𝒷𝑒𝒾𝓃𝑔. 𝐻𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇, 𝒾𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝓂𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓈 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓈𝑒, 𝐼 𝓌𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓈𝑜𝓁𝒶𝒸𝑒. 𝐼 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓁𝓎 𝓌𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝑒𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃. 𝐼𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝐼 𝒽𝑜𝓅𝑒 𝓌𝑒 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝓂𝑒𝑒𝓉 𝑜𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝒶𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃. 𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝓅𝒾𝒸𝓀 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝒸𝑒. 𝐼 𝒽𝑜𝓅𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓁𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒹𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓈𝒶𝒻𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹.

                                                                 𝒲𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓂𝓉𝒽,

                                                                                     𝒮𝒾𝓇𝑒𝓃𝒾𝒶

   Amber eyes blinked as the Obsidian Princess reread her handwriting. Only for her friends would she ever sign her actual name to a letter. Sirenia could feel her chest constrict just thinking about this letter in the hands of her friend. Satisfied with what she wrote, after letting the ink dry she dressed the parchment in a letter and sealed it with wax. Glowing eyes shifted to the bodyguard Right, who stood by her desk side. She handed the letter to Right, and with only so much as a nod from the bodyguard, Sirenia turned to watch as the agent left her room to mail the letter, and shut the door on the way out.

“Champion! We have a letter for you.” A squire scurried up to her, making her stop mid-stride. 

She pursed her lips, she wasn’t expecting a letter from anyone, but curiosity got the better of her. She offered the squire a soft smile before taking the letter in her hand. The seal looked familiar. She broke the seal and opened the letter so that she could scan the parchment carefully. 

Admittedly, Alyndrah had barely registered that she was smiling. It had been some time since she had seen the dragon princess, each had their own paths, but that did not mean the paladin did not consider Sirenia one of her most dear friends. 

Taking the time to collect parchment, ink, and a quill, she drafted up her own letter. 

To my dearest friend,

It pains me to know I will have friends on the battlefield, but I hope you know that if we ever find ourselves fighting side by side, I will keep you safe in any form I can. I do look forward to seeing you again, however. It’s been quite some time since we last saw one another. Perhaps we can meet in Thunder Totem? The shamans of Riverbend make delightful tea.

                                                                          Sincerely, 

                                                                          Alyndrah

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Send this to the 12 nicest people who you know or seem to have a good heart. If you get five back then you must be pretty awesome! :D

Can I just send it out here like so ? I don’t remember how to tumblr!

@Everybody still here for meh!

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[lady-of-the-chromatic]

🗡

Silveria touched her face the memory of what happened playing back to her. It was an extremely busy day. Tension had just reached its peak. The whole group had to  witness the death of the other chromatic dragon this was due his own genetic makeup. Her creator speaking, stating how she was to the next Earth-Warder. As he handed the tiny bottle, an explosion ranged outside the tent they were in. When they were outside they were greeted by two different other dragons. Destroying their camp. Her creator barking orders to the warriors. The sounds of battle echoed out their little camp. Silveria ran to hide, ducking beside wagons and burnt pieces of material the tiny bottle still in her hand. Shouts rang, then was she spotted. “Look Out” shouted her bodyguard. But it was too late when Silveria looked to what was. Someone struck her in her face. Landing to the ground the feeling of blood rushing down her face. Pain grew in her abdomen. The Pain was the last thing she remembers before she woke up and was informed  that her first clutch had died because of the sudden trauma that had taken place. Silveria looked back to the smaller dragoness in front of her.

“Long story.” She responded.