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Gaming Infinity Nikki - Tous les fruits et toutes les fleurs

Bonjour tout le monde ! Et l'on continue dans les guides ! Oui, oui, ils avancent et le nombre se réduit petit à petit. J'essaie de vous aider au maximum pour le jeu, vous montrer ce que vous pouvez cueillir dans cet article. Si cela peut aider une personne, je serai déjà ravie. Sur ce, je vous laisse avec la liste ! - Cotogrume (Fleur-de-Souhait ; Prairie Venteuse ; Bois aux souhaits ; Villaroca ; Montagne du Souvenir) : Se trouve sur les arbres qu'il suffira de secouer pour les faire tomber. Suivi à partir de 50. - Pâquerette (Fleur-de-Souhait ; Prairie Venteuse ; Bois aux souhaits ; Villaroca ; Quartier désaffecté ; Montagne du Souvenir) : Fleur que l'on trouve un peu partout à Mirabilis. Suivi à partir de 50. - Lampiment (Fleur-de-Souhait ; Prairie Venteuse ; Bois aux souhaits ; Villaroca ; Quartier désaffecté ; Montagne du Souvenir) : Il va falloir se rapprocher des fallaises pour en trouver car le Lampiment pousse sur des lianes s'y accrochant. Suivi à partir de 50. - Prunétoile (Fleur-de-Souhait ; Prairie Venteuse ; Bois aux souhaits ; Villaroca ; Quartier désaffecté) : Se trouve sur des arbustes, il suffit de les récolter. Suivi à partir de 50. - Bouton de pin (Fleur-de-Souhait ; Prairie Venteuse ; Bois aux souhaits ; Villaroca ; Quartier désaffecté ; Montagne du Souvenir) : Se trouve partout sur le sol de Mirabilis. Suivi à partir de 50. - Floralume (Fleur-de-Souhait ; Prairie Venteuse ; Bois aux souhaits ; Villaroca ; Quartier désaffecté) : Borde les routes et se voit plus aisément la nuit car la Floralume se met à briller. Suivi à partir de 50. - Perlegraine (Fleur-de-Souhait ; Prairie Venteuse ; Bois aux souhaits ; Villaroca ; Quartier désaffecté) : Il faudra sauter et faire une attaque chargée afin de libérer la Perlegraine de sa cosse. Suivi à partir de 50. - Poudre de lapinerbe (Fleur-de-Souhait ; Prairie Venteuse ; Bois aux souhaits ; Villaroca ; Quartier désaffecté ; Montagne du Souvenir) : Se trouve sur des buissons non loin des Lapivoines. Suivi à partir de 50. - Pompollen (Fleur-de-Souhait ; Prairie Venteuse ; Montagne du Souvenir) : Accroché à de grosses racines sortant du sol, il suffit de le cueillir. Suivi à partir de 50. - Pollen crépitant (Fleur-de-Souhait ; Prairie Venteuse ; Bois aux souhaits ; Villaroca ; Quartier désaffecté) : Ne se trouve que les nuits sans pluie, le pollen crépitant se verra facilement car il brille. Suivi à partir de 50. - Orchidée de soleil (Fleur-de-Souhait ; Prairie Venteuse ; Montagne du Souvenir) : Assez rare, il est difficile de la trouver et ne se montrera que s'il y a du soleil. Suivi à partir de 30. - Orchidée de pluie (Fleur-de-Souhait ; Prairie Venteuse ; Montagne du Souvenir) : Assez rare, il est difficile de la trouver et ne se montrera que s'il pleut. Suivi à partir de 30. - Arômalys (Fleur-de-Souhait ; Prairie Venteuse ; Bois aux souhaits ; Villaroca ; Quartier désaffecté) : Se trouve sur les nénuphars en journée et s'il ne pleut pas. Suivi à partir de 30. - Florapom (Prairie Venteuse) : Boule florale poussée par les Scarabourgeons dans la prairie. Suivi à partir de 30. - Aérogrume (Quartier désaffecté) : Il faudra secouer les arbres du quartier désaffecté pour les trouver avant de sauter afin de les attraper. Suivi à partir de 50. - Ombrellycine (Villaroca ; Quartier désaffecté) : Ne se trouve que sur les falaises, ressemblant à des feuilles vertes. Suivi à partir de 30. - Fleurivent (Villaroca ; Quartier désaffecté) : Des fleurs poussant à Villaroca et dans le quartier désaffecté. Suivi à partir de 50. - Luminacée (Bois aux souhaits) : Se ramasse et se trouve sur le sol du Bois aux souhaits. Suivi à partir de 30. - Solagrume (Bois aux souhaits) : Ne se trouve que lorsqu'il y a du soleil sur les arbres aux abords des villages féériques. Suivi à partir de 10. - Stellagrume (Bois aux souhaits) : Ne se trouve que de nuit lorsque le ciel est clair sur les arbres aux abords des villages féériques. Suivi à partir de 10. En espérant que ce petit guide regroupant les différents fruits et fleurs du jeu utilisables pour les tenues. Read the full article

[lifethroughanalog-blog]

Normandie,2017

[okame-art]

I have a new Pet in Elder scroll online ! o/ He is really pet for my Argonien !

[blazingsai]

Dragonborn: The Story of Sorerica

Chapter Two: Sorerica: Investigating the Altar of Thrond (4)

[sithamongthejedi]

Complications

Falliase hadn’t seen Talos in the Archives again after giving him her reports - ‘exercises to practise his Cheuhn’ - and as far as the Jedi were concerned, studied, practised, and meditated like any other Padawan on the grounds of the Tython temple. If she spent a little more time in conversation than was usual, well, it was hardly surprising that she would seek out company after the loss of her master, and after such a terrible experience that had marked her so deeply. The Masters were not yet ready to pass a second, final judgement on her case; at least, not officially. Fallaise had seen them observing her with a thoughtful, guarded approval. 

They would have worn quite another expression if they had known the full scope of her activities in the days that followed her meeting with Darth Nox. There were several meetings she overheard from various discreet positions; confidential reports that she was able to access; one or two susceptible people who had access she needed and worked on Tython without following the Jedi philosophy themselves; then, finally, there were the Archives. 

What sort of spy would have spent weeks in there reading reports without perfecting a plan to access the restricted areas? 

There was such a wealth of information there, but it wouldn’t do to get greedy. Fallaise ghosted in, found the current files the Jedi had on Sith leadership, then got out. 

At least, that was the plan. 

Some of it was essentially meaningless to her, and probably old news to Darth Nox: it sounded like the Sith claiming the title of ‘Emperor’s Wrath’ had done so and killed their former master, a member of the Dark Council, very openly. The Jedi weren’t sure what that title entailed beyond a personal connection to the Sith Emperor, but had marked the Wrath as a figure to watch. There was a current list of known members of the Dark Council: only seven names on it, though. Darth Thanaton was not among them, and that was pleasing.

Until she found the file that detailed what little the Jedi had observed of the Kaggath declared by Darth Thanton, and its outcome. 

So. 

Her master was dead, and this Darth Nox had full access to his files on her. He had chosen not to inform her of the former fact. 

She would need to decide on her next move very carefully, but the restricted areas of the Jedi Archives were not the place. 

Fallaise replaced the files, covered her tracks, and got out. 

There was a great deal to consider. 

[uesp]

Pictured: Ettiene, Fallaise, and Isobel of the Glenmoril Wyrd coven, first met during Morrowind, and then 207 years later.

[smallstudiodesign]

Forgotten Memories. • Here, as anywhere, the more one walks, the more quirky places with uniqueness found. Recent walks along the fragmented seawalls & beachfront of Kitsilano reveal new discoveries among the hodgepodge of heritage houses & ultra modern beach homes edging the bay. Short stretches of eclectic affluence is punctuated by small pocket parks; created by City lot purchase & demo (its longterm goal a continuous parkway). As old Point Grey Road curves & reconnects to itself at Cornwall, a view park offers 2 boulders engraved with script:. • 1: Death on one Kitsilano Block - Edna McGuillyray, Nov.1999. “I have lived in my home for 87 years. This is how death affected one Kitsilano block, from 1st Avenue to 2nd Avenue on Trafalgar. We lost the following boys in World War I: Billy Vandervoort, Bobby Mathers, Gordon Mantle (our paper boy) & the two Worthington brothers, Don & Jack. Don was in command at Fallaise, in France, & his brother served under him. Their father was Dr. Worthington, who owned the Cut Rate Drugs Store. He had a community centre for cards and teas built at 4th & Trafalgar, in their memory. It is long gone now.” • 2: Vancouver in Wartime - Lorraine Scala, Feb. 2000. “I remember house windows blackened with tarpaper and sitting in the dark with one small light on, listening to, ‘The Inner Sanctum‘, on the radio. I remember air raid sirens, searchlights scanning the sky, and the relief of ‘all clear’. There was always a fear in my mind that a bomb would drop or a plane would come over. I remember car headlights masked half way, ration cards and the ‘united effort’ by collecting toothpaste tubes & anything that could be useful. I remember praying that the war would be over before my brother would have to go. I remember trying, as an 8yr old, to understand why my best school friend, who was Japanese, had been sent away because she was the ‘enemy’. I remember newsboys shouting ‘EXTRA EXTRA!’ for D Day, & again when the war ended. I remember dancing around, so glad that it was over. My brother was safe & I got my first pair of nylons!” • #forgottenmemories #smallstudiodesign • (at Kitsilano) https://www.instagram.com/p/B6A-LCpBALn/?igshid=1jl567ddabjc3

[vvardenfellcat]

4E 10, High Rock

A massive splash broke the relative quiet of the morning forest, startling a mass of birds that shot up into the canopy with alarmed cries. The source of said splash shot up out of the water, spitting out liquid before barking out in Jel.

“<Missed! Get it!>” A black Khajiit sprang from rock to rock, eyes on the massive fish that was going to be their next meal if he had anything to say about it. He could see the tear in the tailfin where Jeer’s spear had nicked it when it sprang out of the shallower waters, scooting upstream in an attempt to escape. J’hasi dove after the flash of scales, teeth sinking into the top of the tail, claws missing the first swipe, leaving him to get smacked right in the face with a panicking, indignant fish. The second swipe and claws held fast, the Khajiit surfacing quickly, trying to keep his mouth shut even as a mild panic fluttered in his chest at not being able to properly breathe for a few moments. Jeer caught up a few moments later, chest heaving.

“<I can’t have you showing me up like this. What would the tribe say?>” J’hasi huffed with a mouthful of squirming fish, grabbing it more firmly with his hands before snapping its spine, holding it out for his friend to take.

“<Fen don’t miss next time.>” Jeer sighed, taking the fish by the gills, a slight smile on their face at the weight.

“<And here I thought you didn’t mind getting a little wet.>”

“<I don’t. I just don’t appreciate getting smacked in ff-thhe face with my breakfast.>” He shook his head, water sprinkling over the surface of the small river shallows before he got up, more water pouring from his sodden fur and clothes. Jeer made their way back to shore, grabbing their knife and setting to work gutting their catch, splitting it in half for the two of them to share, scale side down on the rock.

“<Come, while it’s fresh.>” J’hasi sighed, wringing out his mane before sloshing out of the water too, dropping to a crouch to pick up his half and sinking his teeth into the flesh, picking a bone out before chewing, setting to work to pick out the other bones from what he wasn’t currently chewing. Jeer bit into their half of the fish with a smirk.

“<Only hatchlings pick at their meals, Marsh.>”

“<I’m also fond of not choking.>” Jeer shrugged, continuing to eat, looking out over the river, the trees... They sighed.

“<I hope this search of yours is fruitful. These trees are far too small. I feel like I’m going to get snatched up by something with nasty talons and a hungry belly.>” J’hasi huffed.

“<Ff-this place isn’t nearly as dangerous as home, relax. Fhe worst is probably a bear.>”

“<What’s that?>”

“<Um...a big furry fing wiff-with teefth and claws and a nasty temper. Powerful, too.>”

“<...so like the thing you’re trying to cure yourself of.>”

“<...if you wanna put it fat way...>”

“<Can’t say I’m eager to meet such a thing. I don’t mind testing my craft, but I’d like to live long enough to improve upon it.>”

“<Fen practice your aim first.>” J’hasi took another bite of fish, a little more aggressively than needed when it jerked, as if the fish was trying to get revenge on him for catching it. Jeer finished their half, licking their teeth clean of flesh with a satisfied hum.

“<Wonder if the birds here are any good. You said we were going where there wasn’t much standing water, right?>”

“<Birds around here are too small. Not worth fhe effort.>”

“<Iunno, that one seems a decent size.>” J’hasi turned, freezing mid-chew when he saw a massive raven perched on a fallen log nearby, watching the two of them. The scent would’ve given it away if the size wasn’t unusual enough. Burning herbs, entrails...and too intelligent of a stare for just any normal bird. He stared back for a moment before dropping his fish to the rocks and darting after it. The raven startled and flared its wings before taking off into the forest. He could hear Jeer calling after him, but he was not going to let this bird go. He knew what it really was.

J’hasi was still a little tired from the fish escapade before, feeling that itch that was growing stronger night by night, one he tried to stave off by eating more raw meat than usual, one that he didn’t want to give into right now.

The itch that was the damn reason he was chasing this thrice-damned bird into the forest like a madman in the first place.

“<Marsh! Slow down!>” The enormous raven let out a caw as if agreeing, which set the Khajiit’s jaw on edge, baring his teeth before he dipped under another branch, then sprang off of a fallen trunk, fangs and claws bared. The bird fluttered in a panic, losing some speed, which cost it its slim lead. The moment the Khajiit caught it, it poofed into a cloud of acrid smoke that stung his nose and eyes, the two of them hitting the ground hard, tumbling to a halt. Jeer caught up a few moments later, finding the Khajiit panting, knifepoint at the hollow of a bewildered and out-of-breath Breton’s throat. The Breton panted out a laugh.

“You certainly caught me off-guard. So, is there something I can do for you? A spell? A love potion? A tonic to soothe that awful temper of yours?” J’hasi hissed.

“Cut the games. I know what you are.”

“Clearly, else you wouldn’t’ve been so determined to chase down a harmless bird.” Jeer made a confused noise behind him.

“<Uh...where’s the bird?>” J’hasi growled, ears flicking back.

“<Later, Jeer.>” The Breton smiled.

“I don’t suppose your large friend there could retrieve my cloak? It’s a bit nippy out here.”

“Don’t think so. You aren’t going anywhere.”

“<It’s naked.>”

“<Quiet.>” The Breton sighed.

“It’s hardly civilized to have a conversation like this. What if someone happened upon us? Knowing those living in the cities, they’d gossip about you two for years.”

“Don’t care. You have information I want, and you’re going to tell me if you want your throat to stay intact.” The man looked at him closely, then chuckled.

“My, my, you do have a problem.” J’hasi growled, only to yelp when the Breton moved quicker than he expected, grabbing his wrist and twisting it around behind his back, freeing himself in the process. The Breton then released him, dropping the dagger and brushing himself off, looking up at Jeer.

“Would you be so kind as to return my cloak to me? I daresay that having a conversation in the nude isn’t how I would spend a lovely morning like this.” Jeer stared back blankly.

“<Uh...what did they say?>” J’hasi rubbed his wrist, glaring at the witch.

“<Give me his cloak.>”

“<I don’t think that’s what they s->”

“<Just give it.>” Jeer sighed, picking up the worn heavy fabric from where it was tangled on a branch.

“<Touchy, touchy. Are you going to tell me where the bird went?>”

“<Fhis is fhe bird, Jeer. Don’t let him have fhe cloak, it might be how he shapeshifts.>” The Breton frowned a little.

“If you’re concerned that somehow having the cloak means I’ll turn back into a bird and fly away, I assure you that I can do that well enough in just my skin. I just want my pipe is all. And some tea, if you’re willing to have some manners for five minutes.” J’hasi scowled as Jeer handed him the cloak, eyes locked on the Breton.

“You shift, I’ll do the same, and I won’t be so gentle catching you the second time around.” The Breton smiled.

“No need for that, I’m afraid. You’ve tuckered me out. I really should get out more.” J’hasi gave the cloak a small sniff, catching the scent of herbs and the like, but nothing like the cloud that had surrounded them after he caught the witch. He handed it over with a scowl, the Breton accepting it gratefully.

“Thank you. Now, have a seat. You’ve intrigued me, so I’ll be willing to talk for a little bit, provided you keep your teeth and claws to yourself.” J’hasi warily watched as the Breton sat down, wrapped up in his cloak before extracting a few pouches and a waterskin, patting around a moment before apparently finding the pocket that contained a long pipe. He tamped down some dried herbs into the bowl and lit it with a hiss of fire magic from his fingertips, waving it off once the insides were lit enough for a few puffs.

“Of course if you’re so adamant on standing, you can do that too. It’s terribly rude, I was hoping that someone like you would have some manners. Travelers from Black Marsh, I presume?” J’hasi’s ears flicked back.

“What makes you so sure?” The Breton smirked around his pipe, a curl of smoke escaping from between his teeth.

“Your large friend is dressed like someone from the inner marsh tribes, as is the dialect of Jel you’re both speaking comes from. I spent a fair amount of time in Black Marsh, sadly not long enough for my liking, but when you run across the wrong clan, sometimes a retreat is the smartest thing to do.” He beamed at Jeer.

“<Sit, enjoy yourself for a moment. No harm done, just a little misunderstanding is all.>” Jeer’s eyes widened at the Jel. Accented, but understandable. They sat down with a thump, tail curling around their legs.

“<So are you going to tell me what’s going on or do I have to keep sitting in the dark?>” The Breton smiled, pulling out a cup from his cloak, pouring in water from the skin, already piping hot to steep before offering it to Jeer.

“<My name is Grantham. I’m a witch of Glenmoril Wyrd, which is why your friend here took after me like a mad lupe.>” Grantham smiled, giving the Khajiit a knowing look.

“<I presume you’ve run into others of my coven?>” J’hasi’s muzzle wrinkled a little before Jeer gave him a look, to which he dropped to sitting in the grass as well, fingers still curled around the handle of his dagger.

“<Could say fhat. Fhey said fhey cured me, but next mooncycle I shifted. Been looking for fhem ever since.>”

“<Names?>” J’hasi hissed a little.

“<Ettiene, Isobel, and Fallaise.>” Grantham hummed, nodding a little as he poured a cup for the Khajiit, setting it in front of him, then a cup for himself, corking his waterskin and placing it back into his cloak once more.

“<I’ve heard of them. New, relatively speaking. Imperials from Cyrodiil that learned the art. Wouldn’t trust them for an inch.>” J’hasi’s ears flicked back.

“<I got fhat already.>” Grantham chuckled, smoke ghosting between his teeth before he removed his pipe, inhaling the fumes from his tea before drinking.

“<Yes, which is why you hunted me down like the wolf lurking just under your skin. Persistent. Focused. You wear it well. Better than most.>” J’hasi scowled.

“<I want it gone.>” The Breton smiled, replacing his pipe between his teeth.

“<Rejecting a blessing from Hircine himself is a bad move. But I understand not everyone sees it as such.>” The Khajiit’s ears flicked back.

“<It wouldn’t be the first time I rejected a Daedra’s ‘gift’.>”

“<Aren’t you a bold one.>” Grantham turned to Jeer-rah.

“<The tea is fine to pair with fish, my friend.>” Jeer frowned, glancing at J’hasi before stuffing the fish that the Khajiit had ditched earlier into their mouth.

“<I’m just following them. And listening.>” The Argonian picked up the tea and gave it a sniff, fans spreading before taking a sip, eyes closed. Grantham chuckled.

“<You’ll go far. It is a pleasure to meet you.>” He turned back to J’hasi.

“<If it’s a cure you want, you’ve caught the wrong bird. My specializations lie elsewhere. Hircine and I are not on speaking terms currently, and I haven’t been in contact with the rest of the coven in some time.>” J’hasi’s muzzle wrinkled, the Breton holding up a hand to stop him when his mouth opened.

“<However...I will make inquiries the next time I come in contact with them. Sniff me all you want, you’ll find that I rarely lie. Little point in it when you’re conversing with one who can smell deceit. Speaking of...>” He pulled a smaller pouch out of his cloak, sprinkling a few petals into the Khajiit’s tea before handing him the rest of the pouch.

“<Having a bit of that before bed will ease your temper. I’d suggest allowing your wolf some human flesh now and then. While most would be opposed to that sort of diet, I understand that some Saxhleel tribes practice cannibalism, so perhaps that isn’t outside of your comfort zone.>” J’hasi’s eyes narrowed.

“<I fhought you said fhis wasn’t your area of expertise.>” Grantham smiled.

“<Learning to appease lycanthropes is part of the job. Many of Hircine’s faithful are blessed in a way as you are, and do not handle it well. A cure isn’t as widely distributed.>” The Breton smiled, taking another sip of his tea.

“<Feel free to seek out other witches if my answers do not please you. You’ll find that a great many are not as sociable as I. Especially after such rude treatment.>” Grantham took a deep pull of his pipe before looking at J’hasi more seriously.

“<Mind your temper. Even with the full moon approaching, not all witches are so accommodating.>” The Breton finished his tea with a sigh, a few more puffs on his pipe before the smoke abruptly ceased from the bowl, breathing the rest out in a curling stream from his mouth.

“<And now...I must take my leave. Enjoy the tea. I’m sure we’ll see each other again soon.>” Grantham pulled his cloak around himself, then a puff of smoke and he was an enormous raven once more, and now that he wasn’t flying away, the Khajiit noticed that his feathers were faintly patterned with the same markings as his tattoos. And then he flew away. Jeer smiled.

“<For a smoothskin that turns into a bird...I like them.>” A moment’s pause and the Argonian looked over to J’hasi’s tea.

“<Are you gonna drink that?>” J’hasi sighed, picking it up and smelling it, finding nothing that seemed to be poison, then took a sip.

...it was delicious.

[theurldoesntmattter]

http://thewild-places.com/2017/06/22/etretat-france/ #travelpic #travel #wanderer #wanderlust #instatravel #travelgram #travelphotography #tourism #travelfrance #etretat #normandy #coast #instapassport #holiday (bij Les Fallaises D'etretat)

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Cascade de glace #elsalulaphotographie #lecorbier #lecorbierofficiel #cascadedeglace #icefall #stalactites #stalactitesdeglace #glaçon #bleuté #roche #rocher #fallaise #eau #water #ice #photo #photography #photographie #savoie #lessybelles #bordderoute #followme #love #rhonealpes #france #winter #hiver (à Le Corbier - Les Sybelles)

[masaepiano-blog]

#spring #mer #plage #coteopale #fallaise (à ault (80))

[lascomartinez]

⚠️ WARNING 2 ⚠️ #streetart #stencils #collage #paris #art #urbanart #miami #stencil #design #artwork #draw #paint #artist #picoftheday #aerosol #aerosols #exhibition #design #blockhaus #rouille #histoire #war #etretat #warning (à Les Fallaises D'etretat)

[glimmervoid]

hello friends, because this account has become a strictly aesthetic, meaningful post blog, i have decided to make another personal blog! follow @fallaise if you’d like to see the other stuff i like

[ilviaggiatore]

Sulla spiaggia di #etretat #Normandie #normandy #normandia #france #europe #wanderlust #travel #gopro #viaggiatore #cliff #arch #elefant #guydemoupassant #sun #sky #ocean (presso Les Fallaises D'etretat)

[sithamongthejedi]

An Introduction

The Blushing Gizka was a dive like many another on Nar Shaddaa - faintly grimy, with a pounding bass beat that pervaded everything except the sound-proofed rooms upstairs,. Almost anything could be bought, sold or rented at the Gizka, from a Huttese midwife to Czerka access codes, but the more usual business included information, narcotics and gambling. 

And, of course, the dancers. 

From her raised pedestal, Fallaise smiled invitingly and impartially at the patrons - those watching her, those busy at the pazaak tables, those at the bar. As the only Chiss dancing, she drew attention, and her graceful, languorous movements kept it. As did her extremely scanty outfit which constantly threatened to reveal the little it covered in the first place. 

A few patrons had already tried to bribe her or coax her to go upstairs with them, although the hour was early by the standards of Nar Shaddaa’s nightlife. Fallaise had let them down gently; that wasn’t her business here. She was waiting for her contact. 

Her master - the true one, not the simpering Jedi - had been pleased with her latest report and its recommendations, and had promised to send a contact to set matters into motion. He would have given them a time and location, possibly her name and description, almost certainly not a full explanation of what she was or her purpose. 

And she had no idea what form the contact might take. She’d passed information on via an Ithorian artist and a torture droid before, as well as less plausible sources. Her private assessment was that her master would probably send another Sith, if he intended to work with her plan, but her master was a subtle man with an infinite store of surprises. There was simply no way to know who she was waiting for until she heard the pre-arranged code. 

But she could speculate, Fallaise thought, running a hand through her long azure hair as she watched the crowd watching her dance. 

[ennfrancosays]

Inspiring Etretat🌅 Этрета умеет вдохновлять. Не зря за новыми эмоциями сюда приезжали и приезжают люди со всего света. Здесь также находили свое вдохновение такие художники, как мой любимый Клод Моне. В руках я держу открытку с его картиной "Этрета, закат", где изображена знаменитая скала этого пляжа. (at Les Fallaises D'etretat)