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[verscharren]

“ i think the poets might disagree. “

Sitri’s brow furrows in interest, albeit the confused type. The book in her hands reads Hymns of the Saints; prayers and psalms used for channeling and concentrating white magic. She had said that faith was the way to harnessing white magic in the hopes of assisting Lindhart in his studies. 

“Poets? What do you mean?”

[ask-thegriefer-blog]

"You look like me in a way. It's c-creepy....!" The girl gripped her bow in her hands.

“Surprisingly, we do look a like.” She spoke, sounding quite shocked. “How odd, but really cool..!”

[ask-thegriefer-blog]

(Rp starter if that's okay) "hey! Is anyone home!" A little grey figure stood just inside the base. He figured a house this well hidden was bound to have someone interesting living there... And he was bored and wanted "entertainment" -askthenetworkers

Zale noticed the voice and looked at the grey figure. Tilting her head to the side, “What are you doing in here?” she asked.