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~*~Luna~*~
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Karian she-urt; potter by trade. RP character from Discord based off J. Norman's Gor series.  
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danceofthemoongirl-blog · 7 years ago
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danceofthemoongirl-blog · 7 years ago
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Tarsk wants to kill him, and if it wouldn’t start a blood war, I would let him. Instead, we headed toward the hall, but didn’t go in. I was so angry. How dare that little ass once again insinuate I am a slut. Tarsk knew I was angry, and so instead of letting me do something brash, break my pottery, or anything else, we sparred. It had been ages since I sparred, and I was left more bruised than him, but it helped, the anger was expelled and I didn’t draw blood where I was a guest.  I wish I had my fucking kanda. 
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danceofthemoongirl-blog · 7 years ago
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I just need to stop thinking... 
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danceofthemoongirl-blog · 7 years ago
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I am excited for the coming snow, though apprehensive as well. Fearful. My friend passed away from the cold. I am going to hole up in my room or newfound work space. It'll keep me from overthinking on everything that is rattling around in my head.
And it'll keep me from making a fool out of myself. This could be a long season.
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I didn't think I would need these here, of all places. I stared at them for long moments, with Tarsk pacing angrily behind me. I didn't want to wear them again, I didn't want to need them, but I seemed to have made...not an enemy, but definitely not a friend as well. I vaguely recall him from the Spotted Urt, but during that time, I was still dependant on kanda. And swilling rum like it was water.
Tarsk would love to show him how urts protect their own on the docks but as I reminded him, we are guests. It makes me pause though, and contemplate many aspects. Do I wish to settle here with such obvious disdain for my very presence here from one? Will it resolve itself in time or will I be watching as I did back on the docks, always waiting for the blitz?
Finally, I slid the blades from their place in my trunk and eased them out. A careful look at the edge, I settled to hone them before laying them below my pillows. I would ensure I didn't leave them behind when I went out, not until I knew what was going on.
Sleep came fitfully for me, and I finally rose, taking a lump of clay, and heading down to the kitchen to work as best I could without any of my equipment.
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danceofthemoongirl-blog · 7 years ago
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The conversation turned to single men of the village and babies. I vehemently denied that I wanted anything to do with these things.
I'm to stay at Kinland for the cold season. I don't know if I will be able to hide anything after a while. Tarsk knows, as he is my constant shadow and the one I talk to about life. At least I can hide in my room...
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danceofthemoongirl-blog · 7 years ago
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I don’t have my wheel or clay to keep my thoughts from wandering back to that foolishness. Here’s hoping tomorrow my ship comes in.
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Upon arriving back to the hall, and bidding Tarsk a good evening, she returned to her chambers. A box laid upon her couch and she looked at it with a tilt of blonde head, eyeing it. Crossing, she lifted the note, reading it with a soft smile to lips before she drew out the cloak. A soft gasp, at the luxurious feel of the cloak, the fur. She tried to figure out who it was from by re-reading the note but to no avail. A sigh, she shook her head as she hung it with her other cloak and headed to bed.
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danceofthemoongirl-blog · 7 years ago
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A trip to the markets....new wardrobe bought. Kirtles...not robes...and a warmer cloak for the coming cold. Tarsk isn’t sure he is going to enjoy the cold season, but I told him he could visit the tavern and girls whenever he wished.
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danceofthemoongirl-blog · 7 years ago
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I have come to Ice Inlet to visit, perhaps to set up another shop. When asked why, my answer was so very complex in my head, and so very simple when I spoke. I doubt that I expressed it the way it should have been said.  I am seeking something my heart longs for....though I am uncertain it if even exists.
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