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“ Oꜰ ᴄᴏᴜʀsᴇ! “ Uɴʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ sʟɪɢʜᴛʟʏ ʜᴇsɪᴛᴀɴᴛ ᴍᴀɪᴅᴇɴ, Lʏsᴇ ǫᴜɪᴄᴋʟʏ ᴊᴜᴍᴘs ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴘᴘᴏʀᴛᴜɴɪᴛʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀɴ ɪᴍᴍᴇᴅɪᴀᴛᴇ sᴀʟᴜᴛᴇ. Bᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ǫᴜᴇsᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ‘ʀᴇᴅ, ʙʟᴜᴇ, ᴏʀ ʏᴇʟʟᴏᴡ’ ɪsɴ’ᴛ ǫᴜɪᴛᴇ ᴀs ᴇᴀsʏ ꜰᴏʀ ʜᴇʀ, ᴀs ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴀssᴜᴍᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴅʀᴇss ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ sɪɢɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ʀᴇᴅ sʜᴇ’s sᴏ ꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴏꜰ, ᴀɴ ᴀʟᴛᴇʀɴᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ sᴘᴀʀᴋ ᴄᴀᴛᴄʜᴇs ʜᴇʀ ᴇʏᴇ. Oɴᴇ ᴏꜰ sᴏꜰᴛ ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴅ sᴛᴀʀᴋ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ꜰᴇᴀᴛʜᴇʀᴇᴅ ʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴘᴇʀꜰᴇᴄᴛ ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ sᴜɴsʜɪɴᴇ ʜᴀɪʀ. Sʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴄʜᴇs ᴏᴜᴛ, ᴄᴀʟʟᴏᴜsᴇᴅ ʜᴀɴᴅs ᴄʟᴀsᴘɪɴɢ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ sᴏꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴏɴᴇs ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴊᴜʀᴇʀ, ᴀɴᴅ ʙʟᴜᴇ ᴇʏᴇs sᴘᴀʀᴋʟᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴜɴʀᴇsᴛʀᴀɪɴᴇᴅ ɢɪᴅᴅɪɴᴇss. Iᴛ’s ᴀ ǫᴜɪᴄᴋ ᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴇʟsᴇ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ᴘᴏɴᴅᴇʀ ᴏɴ ᴍᴜᴄʜ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ Y’sʜᴛᴏʟᴀ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ Lʏsᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʟɪᴘs (ɢʟᴏssɪᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴜsᴜᴀʟ, ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇᴀʙʟᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ sʜᴇ ʟᴇᴀɴs ɪɴ) ɢʀᴀᴢᴇ ᴄʜᴇᴇᴋ sᴋɪɴ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴄʜᴀsᴛᴇ ᴘᴇᴄᴋ, ʜᴇʀ ᴏᴡɴ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴛᴇɴs ᴛᴏ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ɪᴛs ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴄᴀɢᴇ. Aɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇɴ sʜᴇ’s ɢᴏɴᴇ, ᴅɪsᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏʀɴᴇʀ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʀɪʟʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ sᴘᴇᴇᴅ ᴀᴄᴄᴜsᴛᴏᴍ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ, sɴᴀɢɢɪɴɢ sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛɪᴠᴇʟʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴜᴛꜰɪᴛ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇʀ ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ʟᴇᴀᴠɪɴɢ sɪɢʜᴛ. Sʜᴇ’s ʟᴏᴀᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴘᴏɪʟ ᴛʜᴇ sᴜʀᴘʀɪsᴇ. Iᴛ ɪsɴ’ᴛ ʟᴏɴɢ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ sʜᴇ ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴs, ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ᴏꜰ ɪᴛ ᴘᴀssɪɴɢ ʙʏ ᴛᴏ ɢɪᴠᴇ ʙᴏᴛʜ ʜᴇʀsᴇʟꜰ ᴀɴᴅ Y’sʜᴛᴏʟᴀ ᴀ ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʀᴇsᴘᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ɢᴇᴀʀ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴀʀᴋ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴀsᴛ ɪs ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍɪss. Bʟᴀᴄᴋ ʜᴇᴇʟᴇᴅ ʙᴏᴏᴛs, ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ ᴘᴀɴᴛs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴅɪsᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴀ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ sᴀsʜ, ᴀ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ ᴄᴏᴀᴛ ᴀᴄᴄᴇɴᴛᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴅᴀʀᴋ sʜᴀᴅᴇs, ꜰɪɴɢᴇʀʟᴇss ɢʟᴏᴠᴇs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴍᴇᴛᴀʟʟɪᴄ sᴘᴀʀᴋ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ sᴍᴀʟʟ ʟᴏᴘsɪᴅᴇᴅ ʜᴀᴛ ᴏɴ ᴛᴏᴘ ᴛᴏ ᴛɪᴇ ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ. Lʏsᴇ ᴛɪᴘs ʜᴇʀ ʀᴏʏᴀʟ sᴇɴᴇsᴄʜᴀʟ's ᴄʜᴀᴘᴇᴀᴜ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴘɪᴄᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ᴅᴀsʜɪɴɢ ɢᴇɴᴛʟᴇᴍᴀɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴍ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪꜰᴜʟ ʟᴀᴅʏ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴍᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ. Sʜᴇ ᴘᴜʟʟs ɪᴛ ᴏꜰꜰ ᴡᴇʟʟ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ. “ Iᴛ’s ᴇxᴛʀᴇᴍᴇʟʏ ᴄᴏᴍꜰᴏʀᴛᴀʙʟᴇ, “ sʜᴇ ʀᴇᴍᴀʀᴋs. “ Tʜᴇ ʟᴀᴅɪᴇs ᴏꜰ Isʜɢᴀʀᴅ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴛʜʀᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇᴍsᴇʟᴠᴇs ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰʟᴏᴏʀ ᴛᴏ sᴇᴇ Sᴇʀ Aʏᴍᴇʀɪᴄ ɪɴ sᴜᴄʜ ᴄʟᴏᴛʜᴇs. “ @culturedconjurer

Little Ladies Day

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Rᴇᴅ, ʏᴇʟʟᴏᴡ, ᴏʀ ʙʟᴜᴇ? A sɪᴍᴘʟᴇ, ᴀʟᴍᴏsᴛ ɪɴɴᴏᴄᴇɴᴛ ɪɴǫᴜɪʀʏ, ᴅᴇsᴘɪᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ɪᴍᴘʟɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴs ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ɪᴛ. Tʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ ‘ʙʟᴜᴇ’ ᴡᴀs sᴘᴏᴋᴇɴ, Lʏsᴇ ʙᴇɢᴀɴ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴏᴠᴇ, ʜᴇʀ ᴇɴᴛɪʀᴇ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴠɪʙʀᴀᴛɪɴɢ ꜰʀᴏᴍ sʜᴇᴇʀ ᴇɴᴇʀɢʏ ɪɴ ᴇxᴄɪᴛᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ. Iᴛ’s ᴀ ᴡᴏʀᴅ – ᴀ sɪɴɢʟᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴅ sᴘᴏᴋᴇɴ ᴀs sʜᴇ ᴘɪᴄᴋᴇᴅ ɪᴛ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴀᴄᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇʟᴅ ɪᴛ ᴜᴘ – ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴀʀʀɪᴇs ᴀʟʟ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇʀ ɪɴᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ɢʟᴇᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴏɴᴇʏ ᴅʀɪᴘs ꜰʀᴏᴍ ɪᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ sᴡᴇᴇᴛɴᴇss ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ ᴛᴀsᴛᴇᴅ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʀɪɢʜᴛɴᴇss ᴏꜰ ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ. “ Pʟᴇᴀsᴇ? ” Oʜ, ʜᴏᴡ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ sᴏ ᴘᴇʀꜰᴇᴄᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴠᴇxxɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ sᴛᴀʀsᴛʀɪᴋɪɴɢ ᴀʟʟ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴍᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀsᴛ (ᴏʀ ᴘᴇʀʜᴀᴘs ʙᴇsᴛ) ᴏꜰ ɪᴛ ɪs ᴛʜᴀᴛ sʜᴇ sᴇᴇᴍs ᴏʙʟɪᴠɪᴏᴜs ᴛᴏ ɪᴛ, sᴛᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏꜰʏ sᴍɪʟᴇ ᴏɴ ʜᴇʀ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴀʀᴍs ᴅʀᴏᴡɴɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʙʟᴜᴇ sɪʟᴋ ꜰᴀʙʀɪᴄ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴇʏᴇs ɢᴀᴢɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ᴘᴀɪʀ ᴏꜰ sʜᴏᴇs ᴛʜᴀᴛ sʜᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡs ᴡɪʟʟ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ ᴏɴ Y'sʜᴛᴏʟᴀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛɪᴇs ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ. “ Tʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇɴ'ᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴇxᴘᴇɴsɪᴠᴇ, ” Lʏsᴇ ᴀᴛᴛᴇᴍᴘᴛs ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀɴɢʟᴇ, ᴡᴀɴᴛɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ sǫᴜᴇʟᴄʜ ᴀʟʟ ʀᴇsɪsᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ. “ ‘ᴛɪs ᴛʜᴇ sᴇᴀsᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ! Mʏ ᴛʀᴇᴀᴛ, ᴏꜰ ᴄᴏᴜʀsᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴇ'ʟʟ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ꜰᴜɴ sᴏᴜᴠᴇɴɪʀ ꜰᴏʀ ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ! ”

One might have thought Lyse was cleverly manipulating the situation by pulling the ‘please’ card…though Y’shtola knew all to well that the sweet blonde would never do such a thing, least of all to her. It only made it worse to know that her attempt to persuade the Scion was done with oblivious innocence - and her beaming smile wasn’t helping matters either. “A fun souvenir for whom exactly?” She muttered under her breath, hand rising to rub her temple. The fact she was even contemplating the idea spoke volumes of how much she was willing to do for Lyse. An exasperated sigh passed her lips, her shoulders sagging in a defeated shrug.

“Fine, fine. Though I shall not be the only one of us dressed in such foolish attire.” The conjurer glanced around the rest of the stall until something caught her attention. “I surmise you would look rather fetching in the matching suit, Lyse. What say you?” She challenged with a smirk.

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Yda & Y’shtola, Puzzles & Dragons + Final Fantasy Collaboration Series

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ヤシュトラさん

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In commemoration of Lyse event in Opera Omnia!

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—  Nomura Tetsuya (Creator / Father)

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Angst Time

been cheated on | been bullied | told a horrible lie | stolen something of value | overdosed on drugs | been drunk | passed out | cheated | bullied | punched someone in the face | been beaten up | broken a bone | been admitted to a hospital | had a near-death experience | been drugged | done drugs | smoked | kissed someone you weren’t attracted to | bled severely | killed someone | had an attempt on your life | made an attempt on your own life | lost someone | loved someone | gone without food for over three days | gone without sleep for over three days | been tortured | been slapped by a parent or higher up | been abused by someone who should have loved you | had a panic attack | been in a car accident | had sex | had sex with a stranger | been raped | felt raped | passed out from pain | cried yourself to sleep | spent a whole day in bed | hurt yourself | taken your anger out on yourself | taken your anger out on someone you love | been used | felt used | used | been terrified | played a cruel game on someone | been dominant | been submissive | been forced to smile | been misgendered | felt too many things at once | laughed when you felt like crying Tagged: @bastard-son-aymeric & @cielcrd <3 Tagging: I’m lazy, steal this and do it!

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As everyday passes by, I’m wishing Upon a shooting star that’s yet to fall Hoping that my feelings reach you after all

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∞ /revenge strike!

Send me ∞ and my muse will tell you…

If I Think They Are: Ugly || Plain || Alright || Cute || Freaking Adorable || Pretty || Beautiful || Hot || Stunning

If I Would Go On A Date With Them: Not even if we were the last two one earth || No || Maybe || Eh….Sure || Yes || WILL YOU MARRY ME

If I Trust Them: Not At All || Not Really || Kind of || Yes || With My Life

If I Care About Them: Not At All || Not Really || Kind of || Yes || Deeply

If I Would Sleep With Them: Not Enough Alcohol in the World || No || Maybe if I were wasted || Maybe || Eh…Sure || Yes || TAKE YOUR CLOTHES OFF NOW!

My Comfort Level With Your Muse: Keep a Distance || Okay You Can Stand There, But Don’t Touch Me || Let’s Get Coffee and Talk || Let’s Cuddle || I Can Change In Front of You || Let’s Take a Bath Together

If I See You As: A Stranger || An Acquaintance || A Friend || A Close Friend || My Best Friend || A Crush || The Love of My Life

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name: luna is what everyone calls me, whether online or not nickname/s: zephy, cinnamon, cinimini height: 5′7″ nationality: american favorite fruit(s): strawberries, watermelon, grapes, oranges, pineapple, lychee favorite season: spring and autumn favorite scents: freshly baking cookies, the air before rain, anything vanilla favorite animals: cats, penguins, and otters tea, coffee, hot cocoa: coffee, though I love all three average hours of sleep: between six and eight hours on average when my blog was created: few weeks ago?? something like that random fact: I’m obsessed with K-dramas and spend too much time watching them favorite food: gyoza or dumplings favorite t.v. shows: xena: warrior princess, fringe, and new adventures of lois and clark favorite movie: how to lose a guy in 10 days favorite vine: I literally just youtubed this because I don’t watch vines often sexuality: disaster bisexual with a heavy preference for women pronouns: she/her favorite book series: the mediator by meg cabot (from high school, but it still stands) favorite video game(s): story of seasons/harvest moon, the sims, fatal frame, and atelier series favorite band(s): celtic woman, alex goot, savage garden, and a lot of cover performers favorite subject: it was ages ago, but I loved psychology in college guys or girls: aesthetically speaking, both have their unique appeal last time I cried: I’m a weeny and cry during tv shows a lot what I should be doing: making a meal plan list for the week to get more veggies in my life favorite fandom: honestly? I try to avoid fandoms

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Rᴇᴅ, ʏᴇʟʟᴏᴡ, ᴏʀ ʙʟᴜᴇ? A sɪᴍᴘʟᴇ, ᴀʟᴍᴏsᴛ ɪɴɴᴏᴄᴇɴᴛ ɪɴǫᴜɪʀʏ, ᴅᴇsᴘɪᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ɪᴍᴘʟɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴs ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ɪᴛ. Tʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ 'ʙʟᴜᴇ' ᴡᴀs sᴘᴏᴋᴇɴ, Lʏsᴇ ʙᴇɢᴀɴ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴏᴠᴇ, ʜᴇʀ ᴇɴᴛɪʀᴇ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴠɪʙʀᴀᴛɪɴɢ ꜰʀᴏᴍ sʜᴇᴇʀ ᴇɴᴇʀɢʏ ɪɴ ᴇxᴄɪᴛᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ. Iᴛ's ᴀ ᴡᴏʀᴅ -- ᴀ sɪɴɢʟᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴅ sᴘᴏᴋᴇɴ ᴀs sʜᴇ ᴘɪᴄᴋᴇᴅ ɪᴛ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴀᴄᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇʟᴅ ɪᴛ ᴜᴘ -- ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴀʀʀɪᴇs ᴀʟʟ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇʀ ɪɴᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ɢʟᴇᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴏɴᴇʏ ᴅʀɪᴘs ꜰʀᴏᴍ ɪᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ sᴡᴇᴇᴛɴᴇss ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ ᴛᴀsᴛᴇᴅ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʀɪɢʜᴛɴᴇss ᴏꜰ ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ. " Pʟᴇᴀsᴇ? " Oʜ, ʜᴏᴡ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ sᴏ ᴘᴇʀꜰᴇᴄᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴠᴇxxɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ sᴛᴀʀsᴛʀɪᴋɪɴɢ ᴀʟʟ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴍᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀsᴛ (ᴏʀ ᴘᴇʀʜᴀᴘs ʙᴇsᴛ) ᴏꜰ ɪᴛ ɪs ᴛʜᴀᴛ sʜᴇ sᴇᴇᴍs ᴏʙʟɪᴠɪᴏᴜs ᴛᴏ ɪᴛ, sᴛᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏꜰʏ sᴍɪʟᴇ ᴏɴ ʜᴇʀ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴀʀᴍs ᴅʀᴏᴡɴɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʙʟᴜᴇ sɪʟᴋ ꜰᴀʙʀɪᴄ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴇʏᴇs ɢᴀᴢɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ᴘᴀɪʀ ᴏꜰ sʜᴏᴇs ᴛʜᴀᴛ sʜᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡs ᴡɪʟʟ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ ᴏɴ Y'sʜᴛᴏʟᴀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛɪᴇs ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ. " Tʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇɴ'ᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴇxᴘᴇɴsɪᴠᴇ, " Lʏsᴇ ᴀᴛᴛᴇᴍᴘᴛs ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀɴɢʟᴇ, ᴡᴀɴᴛɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ sǫᴜᴇʟᴄʜ ᴀʟʟ ʀᴇsɪsᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ. " 'ᴛɪs ᴛʜᴇ sᴇᴀsᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ! Mʏ ᴛʀᴇᴀᴛ, ᴏꜰ ᴄᴏᴜʀsᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴇ'ʟʟ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ꜰᴜɴ sᴏᴜᴠᴇɴɪʀ ꜰᴏʀ ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ! "

Little Ladies Day

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“ Tʜᴇʀᴇ’s ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ʜᴇᴀʟᴛʜʏ ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴛɪᴛᴇ! ” Hᴇʀ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ ꜰʟᴜᴛᴛᴇʀs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴘʟᴀʏꜰᴜʟ ɪɴᴅɪɢɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴡᴀʀᴍᴛʜ sᴘɪʟʟɪɴɢ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ʜᴇʀ ᴄʜᴇᴇᴋs ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ sᴋɪɴ ᴀ ꜰᴀɪɴᴛ sʜᴀᴅᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴘɪɴᴋ.  Iᴛ’s ɴᴏᴛ ᴇɴᴛɪʀᴇʟʏ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ’s ɴᴏᴛ ᴇɴᴛɪʀᴇʟʏ ʀɪɢʜᴛ, ᴀɴᴅ sʜᴇ’s ʟᴏᴀᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴅᴍɪᴛ ɪᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ʟᴏᴜᴅ. Wʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴀɴ sʜᴇ sᴀʏ? Sʜᴇ’s ᴀ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴇʟɪᴄɪᴏᴜs ᴛʜɪɴɢs! Tʜᴇ ʙᴇsᴛ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴍᴀɴ ᴏʀ ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ’s ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ɪs ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ sᴛᴏᴍᴀᴄʜ, ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴀʟʟ. Sᴛʀᴀʏ ᴘᴇᴛᴀʟs sᴄᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴀʟᴏɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀᴛʜ Lʏsᴇ sᴇᴛs ᴅᴏᴡɴ, ʙᴀʙʙʟɪɴɢ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sɪɢʜᴛs ᴀɴᴅ sᴏᴜɴᴅs ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴍ. Mᴜsɪᴄᴀʟ ᴘᴇʀꜰᴏʀᴍᴀɴᴄᴇs ʙʏ ᴘʟᴇɴᴛʏ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ɢᴀᴛʜᴇʀᴇᴅ, ᴍᴇʀʀʏ ꜰᴏʟᴋ ꜰʀᴏʟɪᴄᴋɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴅᴀɴᴄᴇ ɪɴᴅɪᴠᴜᴅᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴏʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴘᴀʀᴛɴᴇʀ, ᴠᴇɴᴅᴏʀs ʜᴀɢɢʟɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴡᴀʀᴇs ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇsᴛᴇᴅ, ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴀɴs ᴅʀᴇssɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ɪɴ sɪʟᴋs ᴛᴏ ʀᴇsᴇᴍʙʟᴇ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ɪᴅᴏʟs. Iᴛ’s ᴛʜᴀᴛ – ᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴʏ ɢɪʀʟs ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴏᴜᴛꜰɪᴛs ᴅᴇsɪɢɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍɪᴍɪᴄ ᴀ ᴄᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴ ᴛʀᴏᴜᴘᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʀᴏᴜʙᴀᴅᴏᴜʀs – ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴄᴀᴜsᴇs ʜᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴀʙᴀɴᴅᴏɴ ʜᴇʀ sᴇᴀʀᴄʜ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴇʀʀʏ-ɢʟᴀᴢᴇᴅ ᴍᴇᴀᴛ. Sʜᴇ ɢᴀsᴘs ʟᴏᴡʟʏ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ɪᴅᴇᴀ ꜰɪʟʟɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ᴍɪɴᴅ ʀᴀᴘɪᴅʟʏ, ᴀɴᴅ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ sʜᴇ ᴛᴜʀɴs ʜᴇʀ ɢᴀᴢᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴᴡᴀʀᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇʏᴇs ᴏꜰ ʜᴇʀ ᴅᴇᴀʀᴇsᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ, ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ’s ᴀ ᴡɪᴄᴋᴇᴅ sᴍɪʟᴇ ʀᴇᴠᴇᴀʟɪɴɢ ᴇxᴀᴄᴛʟʏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ sʜᴇ ʜᴀs ɪɴ ᴍɪɴᴅ. “ Rᴇᴅ, ʏᴇʟʟᴏᴡ, ᴏʀ ʙʟᴜᴇ? ” Sʜᴇ ɪɴǫᴜɪʀᴇs, ᴘᴏɪɴᴛɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅʀᴇssᴇs ʟɪɴᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ.

Admittedly, she hadn’t expected the city to be so packed with tourists and locals alike. Lyse was moving swiftly between stalls and crowds that in an attempt to refrain from lagging too far behind, Y’shtola’s arm slipped free of her friend’s to instead catch her fingers with her own.

The sights, sounds and smells were almost overwhelming at first, the miqo’te’s senses filled with so much to take in, all at once - though a smile reached her from the excited, rather endearing rambling observations Lyse provided along the way. 

Attention pulled away from the nearby dancers and their impressive performances, Y’shtola felt Lyse’s gaze on her before her eyes followed to where she was pointing at. The pretty dresses may have suited some women but the idea of wearing one herself was suddenly incredibly embarrassing for reasons she didn’t quite understand. A disbelieving noise erupted from the back of Y’shtola’s throat, ears slowly flattening against her hair. “What, for me?” She hastened to ask, just to be sure of Lyse’s intentions, a mixture of horror and surprise forming across her features. 

“You jest, surely.” Y’shtola shook her head before pursing her lips and answering in a mutter. “…blue.” A pause followed before a quick correction, the Scion’s face flushing with heat. “Ah- do not mistake my response as consent to this idea!” 

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@alisaie-leveilleur @leveilleurisms <33

The Leveilleur twins!

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If your character is from any Final Fantasy game, I’ll reply as if Lyse has met them in a Dissidia-verse! That’s unless you want to mess around with specifics; I’ll roll with that then. If your character is a FFXIV OC, let me know if they’re a WoL or not. They don’t have to be, I just like to know since there’s history there and all. If your character isn’t part of the awesome FF verse, that’s 100% okay! First impressions are great~

Send me ∞ and my muse will tell you…

If I Think They Are: Ugly || Plain || Alright || Cute || Freaking Adorable || Pretty || Beautiful || Hot || Stunning

If I Would Go On A Date With Them: Not even if we were the last two one earth || No || Maybe || Eh….Sure || Yes || WILL YOU MARRY ME

If I Trust Them: Not At All || Not Really || Kind of || Yes || With My Life

If I Care About Them: Not At All || Not Really || Kind of || Yes || Deeply

If I Would Sleep With Them: Not Enough Alcohol in the World || No || Maybe if I were wasted || Maybe || Eh…Sure || Yes || TAKE YOUR CLOTHES OFF NOW!

My Comfort Level With Your Muse: Keep a Distance || Okay You Can Stand There, But Don’t Touch Me || Let’s Get Coffee and Talk || Let’s Cuddle || I Can Change In Front of You || Let’s Take a Bath Together

If I See You As: A Stranger || An Acquaintance || A Friend || A Close Friend || My Best Friend || A Crush || The Love of My Life

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" Tʜᴇʀᴇ's ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ʜᴇᴀʟᴛʜʏ ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴛɪᴛᴇ! " Hᴇʀ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ ꜰʟᴜᴛᴛᴇʀs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴘʟᴀʏꜰᴜʟ ɪɴᴅɪɢɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴡᴀʀᴍᴛʜ sᴘɪʟʟɪɴɢ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ʜᴇʀ ᴄʜᴇᴇᴋs ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ sᴋɪɴ ᴀ ꜰᴀɪɴᴛ sʜᴀᴅᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴘɪɴᴋ.  Iᴛ's ɴᴏᴛ ᴇɴᴛɪʀᴇʟʏ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ's ɴᴏᴛ ᴇɴᴛɪʀᴇʟʏ ʀɪɢʜᴛ, ᴀɴᴅ sʜᴇ's ʟᴏᴀᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴅᴍɪᴛ ɪᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ʟᴏᴜᴅ. Wʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴀɴ sʜᴇ sᴀʏ? Sʜᴇ's ᴀ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴇʟɪᴄɪᴏᴜs ᴛʜɪɴɢs! Tʜᴇ ʙᴇsᴛ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴍᴀɴ ᴏʀ ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ's ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ɪs ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ sᴛᴏᴍᴀᴄʜ, ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴀʟʟ. Sᴛʀᴀʏ ᴘᴇᴛᴀʟs sᴄᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴀʟᴏɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀᴛʜ Lʏsᴇ sᴇᴛs ᴅᴏᴡɴ, ʙᴀʙʙʟɪɴɢ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sɪɢʜᴛs ᴀɴᴅ sᴏᴜɴᴅs ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴍ. Mᴜsɪᴄᴀʟ ᴘᴇʀꜰᴏʀᴍᴀɴᴄᴇs ʙʏ ᴘʟᴇɴᴛʏ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ɢᴀᴛʜᴇʀᴇᴅ, ᴍᴇʀʀʏ ꜰᴏʟᴋ ꜰʀᴏʟɪᴄᴋɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴅᴀɴᴄᴇ ɪɴᴅɪᴠᴜᴅᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴏʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴘᴀʀᴛɴᴇʀ, ᴠᴇɴᴅᴏʀs ʜᴀɢɢʟɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴡᴀʀᴇs ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇsᴛᴇᴅ, ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴀɴs ᴅʀᴇssɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ɪɴ sɪʟᴋs ᴛᴏ ʀᴇsᴇᴍʙʟᴇ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ɪᴅᴏʟs. Iᴛ's ᴛʜᴀᴛ -- ᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴʏ ɢɪʀʟs ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴏᴜᴛꜰɪᴛs ᴅᴇsɪɢɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍɪᴍɪᴄ ᴀ ᴄᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴ ᴛʀᴏᴜᴘᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʀᴏᴜʙᴀᴅᴏᴜʀs -- ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴄᴀᴜsᴇs ʜᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴀʙᴀɴᴅᴏɴ ʜᴇʀ sᴇᴀʀᴄʜ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴇʀʀʏ-ɢʟᴀᴢᴇᴅ ᴍᴇᴀᴛ. Sʜᴇ ɢᴀsᴘs ʟᴏᴡʟʏ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ɪᴅᴇᴀ ꜰɪʟʟɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ᴍɪɴᴅ ʀᴀᴘɪᴅʟʏ, ᴀɴᴅ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ sʜᴇ ᴛᴜʀɴs ʜᴇʀ ɢᴀᴢᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴᴡᴀʀᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇʏᴇs ᴏꜰ ʜᴇʀ ᴅᴇᴀʀᴇsᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ, ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ's ᴀ ᴡɪᴄᴋᴇᴅ sᴍɪʟᴇ ʀᴇᴠᴇᴀʟɪɴɢ ᴇxᴀᴄᴛʟʏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ sʜᴇ ʜᴀs ɪɴ ᴍɪɴᴅ. " Rᴇᴅ, ʏᴇʟʟᴏᴡ, ᴏʀ ʙʟᴜᴇ? " Sʜᴇ ɪɴǫᴜɪʀᴇs, ᴘᴏɪɴᴛɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅʀᴇssᴇs ʟɪɴᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ. @culturedconjurer

Little Ladies Day

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Iᴛ’s ᴛʜᴇ ᴇxᴄɪᴛᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɪʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜʀᴜᴍs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴠɪʙʀᴀɴᴄʏ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴍᴜsɪᴄ sᴡᴇʟʟɪɴɢ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴀ ɴᴇᴀʀʙʏ sᴛᴀɢᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴋᴇᴇᴘs ʜᴇʀ ʙᴏᴜɴᴄɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀʟʟs ᴏꜰ ʜᴇʀ ꜰᴇᴇᴛ. Sʜᴇ ꜰɪɴᴅs ɪᴛ ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴛᴏ sᴛᴀɴᴅ sᴛɪʟʟ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ. Uʟ'ᴅᴀʜ ɪs ᴀ sɪɢʜᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇʜᴏʟᴅ ᴛʜɪs ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴏꜰ ʏᴇᴀʀ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʀᴇsᴘᴏɴsɪʙʟᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇʀ ɢᴏᴇs ᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏɴ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ʙᴇɪɴɢ sᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴇʟsᴇᴡʜᴇʀᴇ, sʜᴇ ʀᴇꜰᴜsᴇs ᴛᴏ ʟᴇᴛ ɪᴛ ᴡɪɴ. Nᴏ, sʜᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛs ᴛᴏ ᴘʟᴀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʟᴀʏ ʜᴀʀᴅ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ’s ᴇxᴀᴄᴛʟʏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ sʜᴇ’s ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ! “ Y'sʜᴛᴏʟᴀ! ” Rᴜsʜɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀᴡᴀʀᴅ, sʜᴇ ᴍᴇᴇᴛs ʜᴇʀ ᴏʟᴅ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ ʜᴀʟꜰᴡᴀʏ ᴀɴᴅ sᴡᴇᴇᴘs ʜᴇʀ ᴜᴘ ᴜɴᴄᴇʀᴇᴍᴏɴɪᴏᴜsʟʏ ɪɴ ᴀ sᴘɪɴɴɪɴɢ ꜰʟᴜʀʀʏ, ʀᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ ꜰᴀʙʀɪᴄ ꜰʟᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʜɪʀʟᴡɪɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴ. Sʜᴇ ʀᴇʟᴇᴀsᴇs ʜᴇʀ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʀɪᴇꜰ ᴇᴍʙʀᴀᴄᴇ, ɴᴏ ᴀᴘᴏʟᴏɢʏ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀɪɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴜʀᴠᴇs ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏʀɴᴇʀs ᴏꜰ ʜᴇʀ ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ ᴜᴘᴡᴀʀᴅ. “ Yᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ʜᴀʀᴅʟʏ ʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴀʟʟ! Bᴜᴛ I'ᴍ ɢʟᴀᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴍᴇ! ” Tʜᴇʀᴇ’s sᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴀɴᴅ sᴇᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ ꜰᴇᴇʟs ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ʜᴏᴜʀs ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʏ. Yᴇs, sᴘʀɪɴɢ ɪs ɪɴ ꜰᴜʟʟ ʙʟᴏᴏᴍ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ’s ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ sᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ɪᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀsᴛᴇ. “ Aʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴜɴɢʀʏ? ” Lʏsᴇ ᴏꜰꜰᴇʀs ᴀɴ ᴀʀᴍ ᴏᴜᴛ, ᴅɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ ɢᴇɴᴛʟᴇᴍᴀɴʟʏ ʙᴏᴡ (ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢs sʜᴇ ᴘʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴄᴇs ɪɴ sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛ ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴇᴄᴜʟɪᴀʀ). “ Tʜᴇʀᴇ’s ʟᴏᴛs ᴏꜰ ʏᴜᴍᴍʏ-ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ᴏɴ ᴅɪsᴘʟᴀʏ. Oɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴀʟʟs ʜᴀs sᴏᴍᴇ sᴏʀᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴄʜᴇʀʀʏ-ɢʟᴀᴢᴇᴅ ᴍᴇᴀᴛ sᴋᴇᴡᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sᴍᴇʟʟᴇᴅ ᴀᴍᴀᴢɪɴɢ. ”

“Oh-” The squeaked exclamation of surprise tumbled free from the Scion as Lyse’s strong arms lifted her into a warm embrace, as if she were light as a feather. The momentum prompted Y’shtola to wrap her arms tightly around the fighter’s shoulders, a lilting laugh falling free before she could contain it. 

“Lyse!” She half-gasped, half-scolded, once she was let go; exhaling a breath of amusement down her nose, Y’shtola shook her head, straightening her robes then attempting to flatten her hair where she looked a little dishevelled from the enthusiastic, though secretly cherished, welcome. Y’shtola watched with faint amusement when Lyse bowed respectfully, reaching to slip her arm through the monk’s offered one with a soft smile.

“Mm, I am rather famished, yes. It’s quite exhausting being lifted like that.” Y’shtola teased with a smirk, squeezing Lyse’s arm. “But of course your interest is immediately drawn to the food, of all things. I honestly wonder if there is anything you adore more.” The second remark, just as playful as the first, was followed by a light giggle. 

It was rare for the usually stoic Scion to express contentment so openly - Lyse always had a way of bringing out the warmth in her. This part of herself, Y’shtola expressed exclusively in the company of her dear friend, as if it were a secret only the two of them knew.

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Sʜᴇ ʜᴀᴛᴇs ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ᴏꜰ ɢᴜɪʟᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇɢʀᴇᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪᴛ ɢɴᴀᴡs ᴀᴛ ʜᴇʀ sᴛᴏᴍᴀᴄʜ ᴡɪᴛʜ sᴜᴄʜ ɪɴsᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sʜᴇ ꜰᴇᴇʟs ɴᴀᴜsᴇᴀ ʀɪsɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴛʜʀᴏᴀᴛ. Cᴀʀᴇꜰᴜʟ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇʀ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜɪɴɢ, ʙʀɪɴɢɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀsᴇʟꜰ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇᴛᴀᴘʜᴏʀɪᴄᴀʟ ᴇᴅɢᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴄʀᴜᴍʙʟɪɴɢ, ᴀɴᴅ ꜰɪɴᴅɪɴɢ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴀʀᴇ ᴡᴀʏs ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ɪᴛ, ᴀɴᴅ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ Tᴡᴇʟᴠᴇ sʜᴇ's ɢʟᴀᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ Y'sʜᴛᴏʟᴀ ɪs sɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ᴡᴀʀᴍᴛʜ ɪs ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ ꜰᴏʀ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ. Iᴛ's ɴᴏᴛ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ, ɴᴏ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ɪs ᴀʟʟ sʜᴇ'ʟʟ ᴅᴀʀᴇ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ɢʀᴇᴇᴅɪʟʏ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ. Tʜᴇʀᴇ's ɴᴏ ᴄᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴᴛɪᴇs ᴏʀ ɢᴜᴀʀᴀɴᴛᴇᴇs. Tʜᴇʀᴇ's ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴘʀᴏᴍɪsᴇ ꜰᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs. Iꜰ sʜᴇ ʟᴇᴛs sᴜᴄʜ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴏᴠᴇʀᴡʜᴇʟᴍɪɴɢ, ᴛʜᴇɴ sʜᴇ'ʟʟ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʙᴇ ᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ sɪɴɢʟᴇ sᴛᴇᴘ ꜰᴏʀᴡᴀʀᴅ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴛʜɪɴɢs sʜᴇ ʜᴀs ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ. Pᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ sʜᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛs ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ꜰᴏʀ. A ɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʟᴘ ʜᴇᴀʟ. " I'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴀʟʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴛᴏᴍᴏʀʀᴏᴡ. Bᴜᴛ ᴛᴏɴɪɢʜᴛ... " Sʜᴇ ᴛʀᴀɪʟs ᴏꜰꜰ, ʙʟᴜᴇ ᴇʏᴇs ɢᴀᴢɪɴɢ ᴜᴘᴏɴ ᴄʟᴏᴜᴅɪᴇʀ ᴏɴᴇs. Aɢᴀɪɴsᴛ Y'sʜᴛᴏʟᴀ's ꜰᴀᴄᴇ sʜᴇ ᴘʀᴇssᴇs ʜᴇʀ ᴏᴡɴ, ʀᴜʙʙɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴄʜᴇᴇᴋs ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴀ ʟɪɢʜᴛ ɴᴜᴢᴢʟᴇ. Yᴇs, ᴏɴ ɴɪɢʜᴛs ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪs ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪs ᴀ ʙɪᴛ ᴛᴏᴏ ʜᴇᴀᴠʏ ꜰᴏʀ ʜᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴇᴀʟ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ, ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ's ᴀ ᴄᴏᴍꜰᴏʀᴛɪɴɢ, ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ꜰᴏʀᴍ sʜᴇ's ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴋᴇᴇᴘɪɴɢ ᴄʟᴏsᴇ ʙʏ. " Bᴜᴛ ᴛᴏɴɪɢʜᴛ, ɪᴛ's ᴛʀɪᴘʟᴇ ᴛʀɪᴀᴅ ᴀɴᴅ sᴏᴍᴇ ʙʀᴇᴡ M'ɴᴀᴀɢᴏ ɪᴍᴘᴏʀᴛᴇᴅ ꜰʀᴏᴍ Gʀɪᴅᴀɴɪᴀ. Iꜰ ɪᴛ ᴛᴀsᴛᴇs ᴀs ᴠɪʟᴇ ᴀs ɪᴛ sᴍᴇʟʟs, ɪᴛ'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴀ ꜰɪɴᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ɪɴᴅᴇᴇᴅ. " @culturedconjurer

Late Nights & Lullabies

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“ I ᴋɴᴏᴡ, ” ʜᴇʀ ᴡʜɪsᴘᴇʀ ʙᴀsᴋs ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏɴᴇʏ ᴡᴏʀᴅs ꜰᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ’s sᴡᴇᴇᴛ ʟɪᴘs. Sʜᴇ ʀᴇʟɪsʜᴇs ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ, ᴇʏᴇs ᴄʟᴏsɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʙʟᴏᴄᴋ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴍɪɴᴅ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴇɴsɪᴏɴ ʀᴇʟᴀxᴇs ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʜᴇʀ ᴘᴏsᴛᴜʀᴇ ɪɴ ɪɴᴄʀᴇᴍᴇɴᴛs. Eᴠᴇɴᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ʜᴇʀ ᴇɴᴛɪʀᴇ ʙᴏᴅʏ sᴀɢs, ʙᴀʀʀɪᴇʀs ɴᴏᴛ ɴᴇᴄᴇssᴀʀʏ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇᴍ, ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴄʜᴇᴇᴋ ᴄᴏᴍᴇs ᴛᴏ ʀᴇsᴛ ᴏɴ ᴀ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sʜᴇ ʜᴀs ɴᴏ ᴅᴏᴜʙᴛ ᴄᴀɴ ᴄᴀʀʀʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ɪꜰ sᴜᴄʜ ᴀ ʙᴜʀᴅᴇɴ ꜰᴀʟʟ ᴜᴘᴏɴ ɪᴛ. “ Hᴇ’s ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ᴍɪɴᴅ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ʟᴀᴛᴇʟʏ. Sʜᴇ ʜᴀs, ᴛᴏᴏ. ” Gᴏɴᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜰᴏʀɢᴏᴛᴛᴇɴ. Pᴀᴘᴀʟʏᴍᴏ’s sᴀᴄʀɪꜰɪᴄᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀʟʟ ᴡᴀsɴ'ᴛ ɪɴ ᴠᴀɪɴ; ᴛʜᴇʏ'ᴅ ᴅᴏɴᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴘᴏssɪʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴇᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ. Iᴛ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ɢᴏɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ sʜᴇ'ᴅ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇᴀʀ ʜɪs ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ɴᴏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴘɪᴄᴋɪɴɢ, ᴛᴇᴀsɪɴɢ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʀᴏᴅᴅɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ʜᴇʀ. Mɪɴꜰɪʟɪᴀ’s ᴀʙsᴇɴᴄᴇ, ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴋɴᴏᴡ, ᴡᴀs ꜰᴇʟᴛ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀs sᴛʀᴏɴɢʟʏ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴅᴀʏs ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ Wᴀᴋɪɴɢ Sᴀɴᴅs ꜰᴇʟᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ʟɪꜰᴇᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴀɢᴏ. Sʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴠᴇs ʜᴇʀ ᴄʜᴇᴇᴋ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴏʀᴛʜ ᴀɢᴀɪɴsᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀʙʀɪᴄ ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀɪɴɢ Y'sʜᴛᴏʟᴀ’s sʜᴏᴜʟᴅᴇʀ, ᴀ ʜᴀʟꜰ-ʜᴇᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ sᴍɪʟᴇ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴏʀᴍ. Tᴏ ᴘᴜᴛ ʜᴇʀ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴏɴ ᴛʀᴀᴄᴋ. Hᴇʀ ᴡᴏʀᴅs ʙᴇᴛʀᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴛᴛᴇᴍᴘᴛ, sᴛᴏᴍᴀᴄʜ ᴄʜᴜʀɴɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴋɴᴏᴛs. “ Tʜᴇɴ I ᴛʜɪɴᴋ, ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴs ɪꜰ Tʜᴀɴᴄʀᴇᴅ… ᴏʀ Tᴀᴛᴀʀᴜ… ᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ… ” Tʜᴇʀᴇ’s ɴᴏ ɢᴜᴀʀᴀɴᴛᴇᴇs ɪɴ ʟɪꜰᴇ. Sʜᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡs ᴛʜɪs, sʜᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡs ᴛʜɪs ᴀʟʟ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴡᴇʟʟ. Iᴛ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ'ᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ʟᴇss ʜᴏʀʀɪꜰʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇ. “ Sᴏʀʀʏ. I'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴛʜɪɴᴋɪɴɢ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ʟᴀᴛᴇʟʏ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ‘ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪꜰ’ ᴛʜɪɴɢs. ”

Y’shtola’s palm rose to rub Lyse’s back in a soothing rhythm. She fell silent, giving her time to speak. Of course Lyse was terrified - her life had been a series of losses, one after another, thrust upon her by the unforgiving hands of fate. 

At the mention of losing her, the image of Zenos flashed through Y’shtola’s mind;  the sight of Lyse at the mercy of the monster, how her legs burned to move fast enough, to get to her in time, before it was too late- she swallowed thickly, forcing away the memories.

Y’shtola understood Lyse’s fear all to well.

“You have naught to apologise for, least of all to me. If only it were possible for me to promise no such tragedy shall befall us…” The scion shook her head with a soft sigh. Her dainty fingers reached to lightly brush a few wispy, blonde strands from the fighter’s pretty face, so that she could search her gaze. 

Lyse’s deep blue eyes shone like the sun’s light upon the ocean’s waves and as she looked into their beauty, contemplating all she had been through, Y’shtola thought how unfair it was for such a wonderful woman to be tortured by endless grief.

“There is but a small measure of peace in the knowledge that, come what may, the fallen shall ever remain in our hearts. It is through us, that their memory lives on to see a brighter morrow. Papalymo would no doubt be proud of how far you have come, Lyse, - as am I. ”

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Flower Dance

@bastard-son-aymeric  >> ♡ << Hᴇ's ʟɪɢʜᴛᴇʀ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪs, ʜɪs ꜰᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇs sʜᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴡᴀʀᴍᴛʜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡɪʟʟɪɴɢɴᴇss ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴜsᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴀʟʟᴏᴡᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴏɴ ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴅɪsᴘʟᴀʏ. Sʜᴇ ǫᴜɪᴄᴋʟʏ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜɪs ɪs ʜᴇʀ ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ᴠᴇʀsɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ Aʏᴍᴇʀɪᴄ ᴅᴇ Bᴏʀᴇʟ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ʀᴏʟʟs ᴡɪᴛʜ ɪᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʟᴀʏs ᴀʟᴏɴɢ, ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴇᴛs ʜɪᴍsᴇʟꜰ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ʙɪᴛ ᴏꜰ ꜰᴜɴ ɪɴ ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ. Bʀɪɢʜᴛᴇɴɪɴɢ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ sᴜɴ, sʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ'ᴛ ʜᴇsɪᴛᴀᴛᴇ ���ʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ ʜᴇ ᴀɢʀᴇᴇs ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴡɪɴᴇs ʜᴇʀ ꜰɪɴɢᴇʀs ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪs ᴛᴏ ᴘᴜʟʟ ʜɪᴍ ᴀʟᴏɴɢ. Sʜᴇ ᴍᴀᴛᴄʜᴇs ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀᴄᴇ sᴇᴛ, ꜰᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ ɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟ ʀʜʏᴛʜᴍ ᴏɴᴄᴇ sʜᴇ ɪs ᴄᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴛʀɪᴘ ᴇɪᴛʜᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴜᴘ. Iᴛ's ᴀɴ ᴀɪʀ ᴏꜰ ɢʀᴀᴄᴇ, ᴀ ᴛᴇsᴛɪᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴀʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇs, ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴅʀᴀᴡs ɪɴ ᴀ ꜰᴇᴡ ᴏɴʟᴏᴏᴋᴇʀs ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴀ ᴅɪsᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ sᴏᴏɴ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴅᴀɴᴄɪɴɢ ᴀs ᴡᴇʟʟ; ᴀ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɢɪᴏᴜs ᴛʀᴇɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪɴꜰᴇᴄᴛs ᴀɴᴅ sᴘʀᴇᴀᴅs ᴇᴀsɪʟʏ. Mɪᴅ-ᴛᴡɪʀʟ sʜᴇ ᴀsᴋs, ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴǫᴜɪʀʏ ʜᴀɴɢɪɴɢ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ʙᴇᴀᴍɪɴɢ sᴍɪʟᴇ ᴜᴘᴡᴀʀᴅ. " Wʜᴀᴛ's ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ? " Iᴛ's sᴜᴄʜ ᴀ ʀᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ, sɪᴍᴘʟᴇ ǫᴜᴇsᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴀɴᴅ sʜᴇ ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡs ɪᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ. " Wʜᴀᴛ sᴏʀᴛs ᴏꜰ ꜰᴏᴏᴅ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴇᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏsᴛ? " Aɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ's ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ -- ɪᴛ ɪs ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ʀᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ, sɪᴍᴘʟᴇ ǫᴜᴇsᴛɪᴏɴs. Tʜɪɴɢs sʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴜʙᴛs ʜᴇ ᴏꜰᴛᴇɴ ɢᴇᴛs ᴀsᴋᴇᴅ.

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Little Ladies Day

@culturedconjurer  >> ♡ << Iᴛ's ᴛʜᴇ ᴇxᴄɪᴛᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɪʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜʀᴜᴍs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴠɪʙʀᴀɴᴄʏ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴍᴜsɪᴄ sᴡᴇʟʟɪɴɢ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴀ ɴᴇᴀʀʙʏ sᴛᴀɢᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴋᴇᴇᴘs ʜᴇʀ ʙᴏᴜɴᴄɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀʟʟs ᴏꜰ ʜᴇʀ ꜰᴇᴇᴛ. Sʜᴇ ꜰɪɴᴅs ɪᴛ ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴛᴏ sᴛᴀɴᴅ sᴛɪʟʟ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ. Uʟ'ᴅᴀʜ ɪs ᴀ sɪɢʜᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇʜᴏʟᴅ ᴛʜɪs ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴏꜰ ʏᴇᴀʀ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʀᴇsᴘᴏɴsɪʙʟᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇʀ ɢᴏᴇs ᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏɴ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ʙᴇɪɴɢ sᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴇʟsᴇᴡʜᴇʀᴇ, sʜᴇ ʀᴇꜰᴜsᴇs ᴛᴏ ʟᴇᴛ ɪᴛ ᴡɪɴ. Nᴏ, sʜᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛs ᴛᴏ ᴘʟᴀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʟᴀʏ ʜᴀʀᴅ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ's ᴇxᴀᴄᴛʟʏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ sʜᴇ's ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ! " Y'sʜᴛᴏʟᴀ! " Rᴜsʜɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀᴡᴀʀᴅ, sʜᴇ ᴍᴇᴇᴛs ʜᴇʀ ᴏʟᴅ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ ʜᴀʟꜰᴡᴀʏ ᴀɴᴅ sᴡᴇᴇᴘs ʜᴇʀ ᴜᴘ ᴜɴᴄᴇʀᴇᴍᴏɴɪᴏᴜsʟʏ ɪɴ ᴀ sᴘɪɴɴɪɴɢ ꜰʟᴜʀʀʏ, ʀᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ ꜰᴀʙʀɪᴄ ꜰʟᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʜɪʀʟᴡɪɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴ. Sʜᴇ ʀᴇʟᴇᴀsᴇs ʜᴇʀ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʀɪᴇꜰ ᴇᴍʙʀᴀᴄᴇ, ɴᴏ ᴀᴘᴏʟᴏɢʏ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀɪɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴜʀᴠᴇs ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏʀɴᴇʀs ᴏꜰ ʜᴇʀ ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ ᴜᴘᴡᴀʀᴅ. " Yᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ʜᴀʀᴅʟʏ ʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴀʟʟ! Bᴜᴛ I'ᴍ ɢʟᴀᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴍᴇ! " Tʜᴇʀᴇ's sᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴀɴᴅ sᴇᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ ꜰᴇᴇʟs ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ʜᴏᴜʀs ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʏ. Yᴇs, sᴘʀɪɴɢ ɪs ɪɴ ꜰᴜʟʟ ʙʟᴏᴏᴍ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ's ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ sᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ɪᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀsᴛᴇ. " Aʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴜɴɢʀʏ? " Lʏsᴇ ᴏꜰꜰᴇʀs ᴀɴ ᴀʀᴍ ᴏᴜᴛ, ᴅɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ ɢᴇɴᴛʟᴇᴍᴀɴʟʏ ʙᴏᴡ (ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢs sʜᴇ ᴘʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴄᴇs ɪɴ sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛ ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴇᴄᴜʟɪᴀʀ). " Tʜᴇʀᴇ's ʟᴏᴛs ᴏꜰ ʏᴜᴍᴍʏ-ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ᴏɴ ᴅɪsᴘʟᴀʏ. Oɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴀʟʟs ʜᴀs sᴏᴍᴇ sᴏʀᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴄʜᴇʀʀʏ-ɢʟᴀᴢᴇᴅ ᴍᴇᴀᴛ sᴋᴇᴡᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sᴍᴇʟʟᴇᴅ ᴀᴍᴀᴢɪɴɢ. "