#weekofpeace2020

[zagubionywilk]

                >> ⚔️ <<         THE WOLF GRUMBLES SOFT AS HE SHIFTS UNCOMFORTABLY    in the current attire he wore   ;   the doublet not giving him the   MOVING   room he’d like.  his armor would have been more   . .  comforting but it wasn’t   MATCHING  for the current occasion.  he’d let   dandelion  pick out the   ATTIRE   for once    (   which  . .  hm   )    as he shifted for the third time within   FIVE MINUTES    with a drink in hand.

            ❝           pretty sure that   lady   over there is   EYEING   you.        ❞                    he murmurs,  giving the bard beside him a   nudge   with a smirk   QUIRKING  at his lips.

@jaskicr  |  hi bitch lets go to a banquet 

[fourmarksmage]

@knightofaedirn​ / sc for week of peace

Yennefer could feel her tension slip away just the slightest bit. Since most politics were at a relative standstill, it also meant cleaning up political messes were, too. “Are you finding the festival as pleasant a break as I am?”

[fourmarksmage]

like for a short week of peace starter! I’ll do these tomorrow!

[erythraxan]

Face twisted into one of severe discomfort. The bruxa had grown accustomed to dealings with villages and towns. The streets often filled with a tolerable amount of people. A shriek of delight fills the air as children dash past her. Blurs of blues and yellows rush past her. Eyes fix on the fluttering trails that are left behind. 

The flower festival flourished before her. Everyone seemed so....happy? And because of flowers? Flowers shaped like...circles? That was the source of all this noise? Salome’s brows furrow as she thinks deeply on what to do with the bunch of red flowers she acquired. With a snap judgement she begins bending and twisting them; determination blazing in her eyes. 

She would make one of those circles. It seemed easy enough. The bruxa begins bending and twisting the red flowers into some sort of shape. To say she was putting her all into the task would serve as an understatement. A clearing throat tears her away from her project for a moment. 

“ You...what do you want? Can’t you see I’m busy making one of those circle pieces.” 

open starter || Week of Peace

[fourmarksmage]

CONNECTIONS: ANY | VERSE: ANY (for #weekofpeace2020)

“I said I’d wear a flower crown, I never said anything about matching ones.”

[fourmarksmage]

@ascendedchaos​ asked: “Yen, we must hurry. The festival is about to start and I want the perfect spot to see the beautiful parade of flowers down the middle of the square.”

#weekofpeace2020 babey! | accepting

Yennefer made a big show of letting out a heavy sigh, but she looped her arm tightly around Ophelia’s so they wouldn’t get separated in the crowd. Besides, the sorceress’s intimidating aura tended to clear a more direct path, when she fixed the right expression on her face. “I think this is the most effort I’ve put into stopping to smell the roses,” she teased, a smile creeping into her expression -- though not too far. Not until she had maneuvered them into a prime position for the parade.