#openers.

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   “Do you know what the hardest part of being a General was?" & she    twirls the Forget-Me-Nots in her hand until the petals blur. A weak    laugh follows.

   “I let my soldiers down.”

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@unadulteratedcolordaze has an audience with the king.

      “Ah, you’ve come again.” Gaze lifts to meet the Lady of        Luminosity as she stirs the kindle in the firepit. “I        was not sure if my instructions were clear.”

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@ninetailed has an audience with the king.

      EXCITEMENT SHOULD BE gracing honeyed visage, lips perked up       in soft smile while arms would extend to greet the return of her       lover ( for this was, after all, another JOYOUS reunion. )

     ...except, it is anything but. She is, instead, finding herself with her      arms folded && her mouth pulled into slight frown. Even Riven had some      idea of what ‘consistent’ looked like. 

     “You sure must be having a lot of adventures.”

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@unforgiventempest has an audience with the king. 

       “You know...” a hand is tugging upon worn scarf, lips         twitching into ( surprisingly ) soft smile. Amber irises         are kindled with warmth. “Warn a girl before you go on         an adventure. She just might like to come with you.”

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@sheslunari has an audience with the king.

         QUIET MOONLIT STROLL leads our traveler to the edge          of a town, thoughts on idle as she drinks in the scene          around her. Nothing spectacular screams out to her, nothing          of interest, but there’s something about the way the moon          strikes barren road that gives her an odd sense of peace.                           Glad to be blessed with the moment, she pauses in her              steps, taking note & enjoying what she has while she can.

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@sanguine-eclipse has an audience with a king bad wolf.

        A RENDEZVOUS; it is what the General tells her most         loyal, lips dotted with the whisper of a little fun should         he choose to grace her with his presence ( though truth         be told, the answer is always yes, as this is hardly the         first of their encounters.)

        & so, she waits. Having chosen no scene out of the ordinary -         a little grove dotted with fireflies and starlight - she can be         seen playing with the nearby stream, digits dipping in and out         of the flow with a titled head. It keeps her from thinking about         how impatient she’s getting.

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perhaps, somehow, he thought that the sword on the figure before him's back was intriguing. perhaps that was why every time they stopped, he'd reach a claw out in an attempt to touch it. gnar hadn't seen anything like it ... and the thought had crossed his mind to take it. but then he realized it was twice his height; he'd just wait until she set it down, it was that simple! though, during the jagged thoughts in his head, he's ran into her leg! (( you are beyond redemption! ))

       AND SO SHE enjoys casual trek through the clearest path she could find        in the Kumugu Jungle, voice low as she hums to herself familiar tune.       She expected few creatures to be active at midday, instead taking       shelter under trees to fend off the offending heat. It’s reasonable       to assume that none would be much interested in her…

       …until a rather furry object bumps into her calf.

        “?”  Glancing around her, she wonders what animal might         be so folly as to crash into her, until sight of wild orange         fur with large ears and wide eyes is presented to her.

         “Are…you a yordle?”