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@ofcordyceps​                    starter  call.

                    THE  BEAUTY  NEVER  CEASES  TO  STUN  HER    ---------   the   beauty  of  the  world  around  her.  grey  eyes  studied  the  edges  of  the  mountains  on  the  horizon  like  they  were  to  be  taken  away  from  her  at  any  moment,  so  she  must  remember  every  peak  and  every  curve.  so  much  of  her  memories  are  clouded  with  shadow  from  the  underdark,  she  wanted  these  memories ...  the  new  ones  with  light  and  life  to  be  all  her  mind  wonders  to.  

             sudden  moment  behind  her  breaks  the  drow’s  attention  and  cause  her  to  turn  her  gaze  over  her  shoulder  to  see  her  friend,  struggling  through  something.           “      ----------   sarrai  !  ..  do  you  need  some  help   ?     “       she  turns  to  begin  the  steps  towards  the  druid,  who  is in  obvious  need  of  aid.  but  sarrai  was  still  a  mystery    --    perhaps  she  would  tell  berry  to  leave  her  be.

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sarrai links her arm with his for safety and all that.

Everything about this place was strange and unsettling. Everything was so dark, and that water was strange. Sarrai had vomited and then it was just…gone. From his experience, sick tended to float. Berry had told them that this had something to do with her Patron; which in and of itself was something new they had learned. And after crossing the bridge, and being met with the gatekeeper, they all lost something. 

They weren’t exactly sure of what, but something was missing from each of them. And whatever had been taken from himself? He was scared. Suddenly the world, while scary before, was much more so. Everything was a threat. He didn’t know how to fight! How could he? He’s just a carpenter! I mean, sure, he could use his saw! But it was designed for building, not breaking. And not to mention those faces he had seen. Something pulled from deep within his mind. A small, fragile memory. Was that what the gatekeeper had taken? A memory?

The faces he had seen shook him to his core, almost as much as the fear that gripped him soul. Two tritons. A woman, with long, dark green hair that reminded him of kelp. Hair very much like his own. And a man, with well kept hair and a beard, both as red as the most brilliant coral. Dhimiris had no memory of either of them. To his knowledge, he had never met a single triton before. Ever! He was an orphan, sold into slavery since he was born. The new brand, with the old on right beside it, was a stinging reminder of his status.

Dhimiris followed his friends like a puppet, using Babita and Vahn as shields. He knew they could protect him. Especially as his mind began to hurt as he tried to process everything. And that was when he felt a tug of his arm. Turning his head to the left, he saw the familiar head of pink that belonged to their newest friend, Sarrai. Was she still feeling ill from all of her drinking? Was she scared too? Or perhaps she had noticed his thousand yard stare in his eyes, and how scared he was. Either way, he was glad for her support.

“Thank you, Sarrai.“ He said while forcing a smile to his face. “Let’s all stick together in this, alright? Maybe i’ll build you a portable chair when we get back to the surface. Perhaps I should make us all portable furniture for our journeys.”

@ofcordyceps already coming after me and my brand

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but  then  ,  we  rise       @ofcordyceps

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🎒: What does your muse normally keep in their bag?

cassie has flowers in her pockets at ANY given time. probably also some rocks or leaves and things. she doesnt really care about anything else bc shes so used to not having like… material objects

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@ofcordyceps​     ❝ people look at you for who you are, not what you can give them. ❞

           LIKE  A  BURN  TO  A  WOUND  the  half  elf  word’s  stings  healing  scars   that  berry  rarely  shows.  her  fear  that  people  only  see  her  heritage  and  the  not  the  skills  she  carries  ,  a  fear  that  plays  on  the  drow’s  mind  even  in  the  brightest  of  moments. your  kind  are  monsters  ,   go  back  to  the  cave  you  crawled  from     -----    just  kill  her  so  we  can  be  safe  !    she  hears  the  voices  of  those   she  grew  around  ,  in  a  town  uncommon  to  not  know  someone  who  lost  a  loved  one  to   a  drow.    a  hazard  of  the  location  ;  an  unfortunate  event  for  the  orphan  drow  in  care  of  them.

                        “      is  that  what  you  did   ?    ---------  to  us  ,  to  kris ?     ”      she  speaks  of  this  gaze  ,  this  unspoken  judgement  of  a  first  meeting.  she  speaks  of  sarrai  meeting  them  all  for  the  first  time   ...   when  kris  found  her.  berry  can  scarcely  remember  a  time  with  out  the  pink  haired  personality  nor  remember  her  first  thoughts  on  her   .  did  she  judge?  with  the  look  on  kris’  face  and  the  lack  there  of  armour  on  the  loud  being  ..  she  must  have.

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@ofcordyceps​  ❝ hm, doesn’t rhyme. all good predictions rhyme. ❞

“ ... ”

“ S- Sarrai. I am not sure that’s how that works.” If Kris could get anymore concerned for Sarrai’s health, he would.

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who knows what the object in her hand is aside from the fact it's dark, menacing and evil but, as the druid walked with it in hand, her expression twisted into a grin. "hey dhimiris!" she calls, flinging it at him, "catch!"

It was no surprise that the triton was zoning out. They had made camp and before they went to bed and left 2 people on watch, Dhimiris was just walking the perimeter of the camp. He had learned a lot today about what he was supposed to do. He had learned a lot of about his potential path in life. Of course, that still left a lot of questions. But at least he had some sort of direction.

For most people, an object suddenly thrown at them with little to no warning would mean getting knocked in the head by it. Especially with only one arm. And yet, Dhimiris turned on his heel and caught the object with such deftness it was almost as if the two had been playing catch for hours!

“Sarrai what is this?” He squeezed his hand instinctively, feeling something squishy and slimy. He dropped it, jumping back a half step.

“Sarrai what in gods name did you just throw at me?!”

@ofcordyceps​ its funny to throw things at the one armed man huh?

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❛ and then i knew that i could become homesick for you too . ❜

                        HOMESICK       ;         what  did  it  even  mean?  she  fought  hard  for  a  memory  of  home  but  the  decaying  four  walls  she  grew  up  in  were  just  a  prison  decorated  by  wood  planks.  home?  what  did  that  even  mean  to her   ———-  to  the  world  (  it  seemed  )  a  drow’s  home  was  far  underground  and  in  the  darkness,  to  berry  her  home  should  be  the  place  she  form  herself  from …  but  that  now  seem  more  dark  then  the  bottomless  cavern  her  race  places  residency,  homesick   ——–  a  nice  idea,  a  fantasy,  to  miss  something,  or  at least  the  idea  of  something.  berry  found  herself  craving  the  feeling  of  homesick,  jealous  of  those  who  could  say  it  aloud.

                               homesick  for  her?       “        can  you  be  homesick  for a  person?        “         she  asked,  perhaps not  asking  a  direct  question  as  she  let  a  breath  escape  in  a  form  of  a  laugh.  she  did  not  take  in  the  full  weight  of  sarrai’s  words,  or  it  may  be  her  laugh  was  so  she  did  not  take  her  words  too heavily.  she  thought  of  the  one  person  she  might  have  called  home  …  once.  but  now  the  home  they  built  together  in  her  heart  is  left  aflame  with  the  fire  still  burning  brightly,  herself  still  locked  inside  ——  alone  and  forgotten.  no,  she  learned  then  that  it  is  not  possible  to  call  someone  home  for  that  means  they  have  the   power  to  set  a  housefire  and  destroy  everything  inside,  who  you  were  and  what  you  held  close.  no,  berry  would  never  hold  that  power  …  if  she  did …  she  would  know,  right?

                                            “        besides,  you  don’t  have  to  miss  me  sarrai —————–         “         that’s  what  homesick  was,  truly,  when  you  stripped  away  all  the  fog  behind  the  words,  just  missing  a  certain  feelings,  sounds,  smells  or  comforts.         “        ….  i’m  right  here.         “

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