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[maidenfled]

Greetings Travellers.

May the warmth of my fire be shared so that its flames warm the absence in your soul. My food is yours, eat and be replenished. The water is fresh, and pure - drink and be refreshed.

My story is can wait, let us see to your ease first.

Whatever you need, let me be of service.

The absence in my soul? Well, that is a tale for another time.

Side Blogs:

Quick rapid fire of myself: lower 30s, Female (she/her), mental madness, monogamously married. Minors DNI.

Open To: building stories together, spooky rp, flirting, fleshing out worlds, teasing, battle/attacks, open to ideas. I also enjoy being a supporting character to help give life to your stories.

Fight Worthy: Do not come at me please with expectations of sex.

@cobblers-wife for medieval postings

I will share images of blood/violence, occasionally things NSFW

Working on posting more writings though i primarily wrote horror/gore things so this is a whole practice of genre stretching for me!

New to the rp side of tumblr (thank you so much for ypur kindness and art and just spectacular minds everyone! This has been so uplifting and fun! I don't have the words to accurately express my excitement ♡ i really appreciate the chance to join in the Bloodhaven realm) I feel like all I do is bumble and step on toes - which i do not aim to do so! Im still learning and will adjust as need be.

》I struggle with word salad, truly if I say something and it makes little sense, PLEASE let me know so that I can help clarify my words. Schizophrenic《

DMs, asks, tags/reblogs are all open

[cobblers-wife]

*outline of a woman illuminated from candlelight appearing to write something - her head snaps up at the sound of approaching footsteps*

》flees《

• do you read the note?

> yes

> no

Hello! Welcome to my side blog ^_^ main one for medievalblr @maidenfled - may it treat you well. Few quick things:

Sierra:

The cobbler's wife who works in the keep to help with cooking and cleaning. Takes care of her home and tends to the garden she keeps with her husband. Helps at the castle when needed. Is able to keep a secret. Helps in the shop or with repairs, but mostly just sittin' and chatting with cobbler on that half of things.

• 37, healthy weight, 5'10'', auburn hair of middle length often kept out of her face with a clean handkerchief

• pronouns: she/her

• sexuality: hetro: married to the cobbler - nothing serious all just for fun, often doesnt realize she is flirting

•no noticeable scars or birthmark.

•Of English and Irish decent though she herself did not know her birth parents or have any family ties

Me:

- Born in the 90s so minors please DNI.

- Female, she/her

- Married monogamous delightedly sharing all that is going on with my spouse as he somehow puts up with me and finds me funny

- schizophrenic so please let me know if my word salad is served wrong so I may try to clarify

- all RP is aimed to be playful, infusing for others with praise and intrigue, spooky delights, and just boils down to this is fun and I enjoy having fun. Always down to play, but still learning when it is okay to jump in as I always assume I am just intruding (but im trying to still reach out first)

- dnd/fantasy angle will slip in no matter how hard i try to protect others from my joys

Very much new to things, but able and willing to learn!

Open To: building stories together, spooky rp, flirting, fleshing out worlds, teasing, battle/attacks, open to ideas. I also enjoy being a supporting character to help give life to your stories.

Fight Worthy: Do not come at me please with expectations of sex.

[cobblers-wife]

Dear Diary,

The cobbler was pleased that the cabin boys are safe and will be helped. I spent a lot of time waiting today. The bread was proving (ha) difficult, the place was half consumed by the chaos of four people all learning a new routine which also impacted the normal chore times, and to receive word that has not come yet.

The Wizard was most gracious and I have kept the berries near to me. The Cobbler gets one of course. But how best to know for whom the last will best serve? I must be prudent.

The morrow is the final day of quiet before foot traffic (haha) picks up and I will not have enough energy to pen anything new til sleep truly comes.

May your dreams be gentle, dear Diary.

[cobblers-wife]

Dear Diary,

Tis been a busy day at the cobbler's shop, but everything that had to be done hath been. Praise be to that! Haven't been able to spend the time with the villagers nor keep as I wouldst have liked. But there was still such good things! Lady Rue gave me a delightful tea [note to self, see if Lady Rue would like some of the extra mint leaves I hath gathered just the day before] and Maid Humbel made me laugh so hard due to the joy of witnessing her wield her cast iron gift with true gusto!

I hope for a slower day on the morrow. But tis a holiday so I leave the morrow in hands more suited than mine to handle it.

Best of nights dear Diary, speakth us soon.

[cobblers-wife]

Dear Diary,

It has been a time and I know that I have neglected ye. I beg your pardons. There is the frequent business that comes with assisting mine dearest husband with his work (though I must confess again, I do despise wearing shoes..) as well as working for the castle when they are in need of extra hands.

I had approached the knight whom I had told you about - the one whose presence radiates security and with whom I have had difficulty dragging my mind away from. Worry not, I shall keep my vows pure, though I struggle to do the same with passing thoughts. Not only as it would be a treachery against my soul and my love, but I know that the knight is worthy of whomever his heart leads him to, and I shall not tangle him with an old fool's crush.

The Evil Baron hath approached after I delivered an apple pie to his kitchens in hopes that it would bring cheer. It seems he has such a heavy heart these days. He spoke kindly to me and invited me to a grand masquerade ball that he is putting on. Imagine! The lowly likes of me invited to a ball! Tis beyond anything I could have dreamed.

As more jobs are being needed for the putting together of such an event I have had the honor to meet the acquaintance of Maid Humbel who is a saucy delight whom I already cherish as a friend with whom I know I can confide in. And just yesterday a lovely Lady Rue appeared outside my gates like an angel to offer bread and company. Twas a blessing upon my soul to get to know her. We plan to find a spot in the woods for a picnic adventure.

But for the real reason now of why I write to you. I had backed down from attack witches yesterday (truth I know not what I could have done) but I did not even try. And now Humbel suffers for my cowardice. I must find a way to help her get her heart back.

If I am unable to pen within you again, Diary, do know I have always appreciated the solace you provide.