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rennae

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[twinsinminecraft]

[Crossbowtrades]

Rhys : Rennae, right? From one mage to another, what sort of magic is your favorite? Surely there's a kind that holds your interest?

Rennae: It's a bit cliche to say, but my most favorite magic is fire magic! It's one of the most basic of magics that witches and wizards learn, so they pretty much don't hurt themselves later in life. So, while fire magic IS dangerous, it can also be mesmerizing with the different colors and warmths!

[twinsinminecraft]

Rennae who's your teacher and what kind of spell do you know?

Rennae: Well, because I go to a witching college, I DO have a lot of teachers I learn from. Though, my top three teachers at my college are... I'd say Professor Schmidt, Professor Johannes and Professor Adler. Professor Schmidt is a vampire professor from Germany, I believe. He teaches us the powers of transformation and how to manage them. Professor Johannes teaches us how to work through visions and psychic elements, while Professor Adler is just a math teacher, cause you gotta have those in the schools. Though, I heard that she once saw the beginning of the universe and has since been scarred. She looks awesome, though!

Rennae: As for myself? Well, I know too many spells and magic to count them!

[rennaefricke]

who wants to share this wine?

A wry smirk graced her lips while she poured red into the cup hanging, the neck wedged between open fingers. "Who wants to share this wine?" quietly she sung, jovial, eyes wandering, legs stretched across a coffee table, limbs resting on cushions. Her legs pinched the bottle before she had a sip, then came out a rueful breath. Her visage turned pensive and pursed, rolling back against the inviting sofa. "Rennae, you've been wasting your time."

Her only company was a lamp nearby which shone a steady dim light across the room. The words that she hummed echoed inside her. Still pensive she rose, standing and looking, and then pacing. The shelf at the front housed curios and mementos - she looked at them.

The items wrought a moment of comfort: teeth from panthers, a navy blue hat, silver jewelry, an old pistol, a dagger, a folded small blanket, a wrapped gift... Nostalgia and excitement reflected on her, if but for a fleeting moment, wine touching her lips once more. "Have I?" she asked in a dry way.

A step she took, backwards, dragging a foot, then looked she did - up, left, around - all around; a kitchen, sofas, a table, chairs, lamps, bed, wooden floor, painted walls... Reflection tickled her, circled her simpering lips, and her eyes rolled. The nearest thing welcomed her blindfolded self, and soon she lied with limbs and arms splayed with nary a care, blithesome slumber.

The sea; the vast, blue sea, sails as high as a house. The glint of gold, coins rattling, the comfort of wealth. Laughing, drinking, joking, fucking. Grinning, fighting, leading. A long dress stretched maroon across her figure, dragging against a strip of carpet that led upstairs, the ambience warm, serene, and whimsical. Up above were many great brilliant lights; but, before long they came crashing down on her.

Eyes opened, her foot felt a touch of liquid. Glass broken littered the floor beneath the table. Languid and supine she kept there, her face wry with a low uttering, "I have."

[rennaefricke]

That’ll be one hundred silver. ;^)

[rennaefricke]

Step into my trap.

[rennaefricke]

I'll tell you that you're cool.

I'll tell you that you're beautiful.

I'll tell you that you mean a lot.

I'll tell you that you're amazing.

I'll tell you that you're funny.

I'll tell you that you're smart.

I'll tell you that you're witty.

I'll tell you that you impress me.

I'll tell you that I look up to you.

I'll tell you that you're awesome.

I'll tell you that I love the way you are.

I mean it all, but I don't want you to tell me anything.

I just want you to smile.