Jan 24, 2014
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rexxignis started following!}
"Who is there?!" Her voice was filled with worry as she backed away, eyes darting around.
Heat and the Daughter of Snow [Closed rp for rexxignis]
Winter came.
Whenever it was snowing outside, Freesia would beg and plead for her parents' permission to go play outside. Since it was snowing really hard, no one would notice a small little girl happily creating snow bunnies and trying to make them move with her unimproved powers.
'Ah...'
A foot planted itself firmly on one of the bunnies that she created. Looking up, she saw a man.
"My bunny...."
Freesia tried to be strong, hoping that she'd grow up to become just like her mother but the image of her creation being crushed was just too much for the little child.
Her face scrunched up, trying to hold back the tears.
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+rexxignis
"Hello, good sir and welcome to Arendelle. To what do I owe the pleasure?"
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The North Mountain's Song || Closed RP with Rexxignis
Elsa was a curious girl, always had been. So, when she'd seen one of the ice harvesters' children making small flutes out of willow bark, she'd been very interested in doing the same. Obviously the spring bark dried far too quickly in the northern reaches that were Elsa's home, but she'd been experimenting with a different idea. Ice flutes.
Today was the day, she'd been practicing and now it was perfect. Elsa had found a cliff midway down the mountain; no one would be up there today. The ice on this side of the mountain was unsuited for harvesting and would be until next month. Bare feet dangling, she lifted her perfected ice instrument to perpetually cold lips and blew.
The tune was fairly simple. Elsa hadn't been terribly talented in her music lessons, back when she had that privilege. Still, it had a nice lilt to it, and her tone wasn't terrible. The flute's material gave it a distinctive timbre that carried all down the mountain.
Anyone could have heard, but Elsa frankly didn't care.
[OutOfTheCold]: Elsa!mun can't write greeter posts for so many awesome people at once
So I'm more than a little bad at greeter posts. If you're tagged here, thank you so much for following! I wasn't at all sure how to write a starter for your fantastic characters, so do any of you want to plot?
Thanks again for the follow!