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Shipyard Aesthetics Diana Crassus
priestess-of-kynareth replied to your post: anonymous said:Would you go back ...
You look fine. You’re fine! You could probably shoot a bow, too. A modified one, maybe.
I take it what I've said failed to make it clear that I need no reassurances in regard to the shape of my body.
Inner peace needn't come from having relations, you know. It comes from within yourself. But, you probably already knew that. Don't listen to these people. They're being impolite.
[ Someone else that speaks sense? In Skyrim? On the very same day? Say it isn’t so. ]Your wisdom belies your youthful exterior, stranger. I am afraid I must disagree, regarding the concept of “inner peace” — But your latter point is quite valid, save for the omission of some choice descriptors of the aforementioned people.
priestess-of-kynareth replied to your post:How do snow-covered buildings burn?!
I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.
Sorry? What, did you do this?
Aren't you a healer? Why are you standing around?
priestess-of-kynareth replied to your post: priestess-of-kynareth said:Lastbo...
For you to accept it.
Why?
Oh, dear. Oh-- You're hurt! Are you--? Do you need help?
The badly wounded soldier who stumbled into the Temple of Kynareth coughed, wiping blood from his mouth “I think I may be hurt.” he laughed, coughing again.An arrow juts out of his back, and his right arm is pretty mangled, as if some kind of creature had mauled him. “I don’t… I don’t even know where this is…”
Are you hurt, little thing?
"I didn’t mean it!" Ardost held his hand away from her, slick with blood. "Th-there was a frog in the fountain and I thought I’d throw it at Orleth to scare him, but I held on too tight, and…" His lips pressed into a hard line, which turned into a sly grin. He looked into the gore in his palm. "And I killed it," he said. "Just like that."
priestess-of-kynareth replied to your post: What is that dog smell, pray?
There might be some strays outside. You could feed them some meat.
And lace it with nightshade. You have such wonderful ideas.