#solehr

[bearmaiden]

@solehr // 🏹

The  air  was  thin  yet  the  sun  was  warm  on  her  skin  as  she  made  her  way  up  the  tower.  She'd  been  following  the  guide  of  a  will-o-the-wisp  and  after  about  a  three  days  journey,  she  was  met  with  a  tower.  Luckily,  climbing  the  overarching  behemoth  was  an  easy  feat  for  the  mountain  tamer.  She  was  eventually  met  with  an  open  window,  being  met  with  cool,  crisp  air  as  she  stepped  inside  and  onto  the  wooden  floors.  She  was  met  with  the  sight  of  hair,  a  lot  of  it,  hanging  from  celings  and  dangling  from  walls  like  golden  drapes.  She  blinked.    ❛    Is  someone  in  here  the  owner  of  all  this  hair  ?  If  ye  are,  couldja  tell  me  where  this  supposed  Healing  Flower  is  ?    ❜    Enunciating  her  voice  loudly  so  as  to  mask  her  perpexity,  she  looked  around  the  room,  beffudled  beyond  belief.

[pivotalmarka]

con. / beta editor version / @solehr

NO ANSWER ! guess nobodies home ! { but there's also no visible stairs down -------- how the heck did they come &* go ? surely they didn't climb up &* down every time ! if they did , they must be incredibly fit ; maybe she should'nt be trespassing . . . } nosy miss wanders around , running her hand along the counter in the kitchen &* then along the wall as she admires the paintings . ❛ these paintings are beautiful . . . wait ------- IS THA' HAIR ? ❜ a delighted laugh escapes her as wide eyes examine the long blonde tresses depicted in the illustrations . ❛ i thought MY hair was hard t' manage . i'll never complain again . ❜

head shakes before she looks around again , spotting the stairs up to a hall . she hums &* hurries over , looking around the short all ----------- one bedroom , with a sturdy wood door , then another room with curtains . SHE'D HATE THAT -------- not being able to shut out her family from her own room ; her brothers would never leave her be ! hell , the door hardly stopped the triplets from climbing atop each other to reach the knob .

❛ last chance to say you're home --------------- i don't wanna have to defend myself ! i know my way around a bow . ❜ as if she brought her bow with her ! no , her shoulders are bare of any weapon -------- but she does keep a blade attached to her thigh just in case . so now she grabs it , hunter senses telling her she's not the only one in this area of the house . ❛ hello ? ❜

[sunlightswallowed]

The name Rapunzel was given by her parents was Apollonia Wilhelmina Arianna.  When she came home with another name she was accustomed to, they simply tacked Rapunzel onto the front, meaning that Rapunzel technically has three middle names.

[sunlightswallowed]

♗ hehehehe

[frageepruto]

@solehr said: ‘  you got dreams in life? that’s lit.  ’     i’m literally so sorry

he grins, showcasing toothy smile as arms hooks through her own. he leans in close, as though divulging a guarded secret, “i do, and they are!”

[denouemente]

Q: extraordinary things happen everywhere, all the time. @solehr.

A: this beach was home to him — a quiet place, one where he mourned his deepest losses and celebrated his greatest victories. conor wrote his first poetry here, some embarrassing thing that he’d buried deep into the sand in an attempt to put away the feelings that bubbled inside, threatening to spill over and destroy him. “ i think you’re right. ” they walk down the shore, his cottage in the distance. he sheepishly reaches for her hand, something new for him and her — but he enjoyed this little display of affection, knowing that she felt for him what he felt for her. “ did you know i got the idea for THE BELL here? my uncle had just died and i was so, so sad. i thought about . . . ending it. but then i heard the church bell in town, and all the thoughts i had about everything involving my parents and my uncle came to a head, and then THERE IT WAS — the first idea for my first draft. ” he stops in his tracks, taking her other hand. “ i always thought it was just . . . fate, or something. i don’t know. it was my first mental rest in ages. but seeing how my life has played out since i wrote it — maybe it is something extraordinary. it led me to you, after all. ” conor leans down, gently kissing her. he pulls back moments later, a grin on his lips. “ come on. i’ve got something else i want to show you. ”

[adskilt]

festivals were a simple constant this time of year, the cold still clinging by little threads of a slight chill in the wind but soon to be washed by the rain of spring to bring in the new season of harvest. various games were still being played, children's laughter as they kicked around rocks and chased each other through the grass melding well with the heartier versions of their parents telling stories far older than their eldest elder and drinking wine from barrels only slightly younger.

" trust me when i say i was much better at this when i was younger. " hiccup's chuckle joins in the choir of his people, his steps only slightly off balance as he held gentle hands at rapunzel's fingertips, stepping back then forward with a breathless, joyful urgency to it all in hopes to keep in time with the percussion. " my dad taught me many dances before i turned thirteen, " he lifts one hand, drops the other in favor of spinning the princess on her feet with a bright smile to match, " but this i learned from my mother. "

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it had taken a few separate times of practice, her voice quiet and somber and his insistence on perfecting the art loud and boisterous ; though, in truth, grief for stoick the vast was often just as confusing as the steps.

" it even has words attached ; a poem she used to sing. "

[wornkindness]

     “Here, follow me,” she said with a giggle, taking the other princess by the hand and leading her through the gardens. She knew exactly where she was going. “They can be a little timid, but also incredibly curious.” As they rounded a corner what she spoke of came into view. About half a dozen lanky and longed legged foals. Their mothers stood scattered in the field, one or two looked up as Amelia quietly guided the other through the gate, but then along with the others paid little mind to them. The babies however were far more curious to their new guests. “They’re still too young for treats otherwise they would be all over us,” she said softly, with an equally soft giggle.

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