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and Bird.

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“Forest Sampler” - machine quilted paper, hand embroidery, paper sculpture, beading.  Displayed in an antique printer’s tray. by Lost Lake Studio

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sifjar_

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my scholarly physique and delicate constitution are not well-suited to questing, but they keep me around because i’m very good at saying ominous and unsettling things at significant moments

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Chanel High Jewelry Tweed Cambon Earrings

18k White Gold, 18k Yellow Gold, Platinum, Yellow Diamonds, White Diamonds and Rock Crystal

Source: hauteliving.com

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denish basumatary

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Fiorenze turned and admired the tailored fit of the pantsuit-in-progress in the tri-fold mirror at the back of the atelier’s shop. The elegant weave of the black fabric caught the light with a subtle blue iridescent sheen that was only marred by the occasional line of chalk. A few other alterations were going to need to be made, but it was close to done. 

She’d never worn a suit to one of Annya’s galleries, her past choices had been opulent, overly expensive gowns. This time felt a little different; it wasn’t her first time attending as a non-noble, but it was the first since embracing her nature magic and trying to shift her path away from the heavy weight of her parents’ expectations. 

It was a little curious to feel so comforted by the chaos. Months ago it had been so overwhelming and daunting to consider. The prospect of the rest of her life was still objectively terrifying, but as each day passed she found she grieved less and looked forward to more. Her fingers tugged on the cuff of the sleeve to get the suit jacket’s shoulders to settle into place and smiled at her reflection. 

The woman in the mirror was gorgeous, and once the embroidery was done, and the moss and lichen began to grow the suit would be even more so. Things were going well. Routines felt stable. Attending the gallery felt more exciting now — especially if she was going to look this good. What was the point of going somewhere if you couldn’t turn a head or two, hopefully five or more. 

She sighed and smiled, happy not to feel so hopeless.

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((Avoid if you wanna remain The War Within spoiler free!)) Deep in thought, Annya crossed her arms over her chest and stepped back a few feet as she stared curiously at one of her most recent paintings. This particular piece had vexed her since she first had the vision of this soldier’s death. Not because it had been difficult, in fact it had been one of the easier death’s to witness clearly with her gift. In her experience, this typically meant that fate was inalterable for this poor schmuck. Of course she didn’t tell him that, everyone wanted to have hope that they could change their future if they knew the awful things it had in store for them.

The most unsettling part of this painting was not how he was killed; she had seen and painted plenty of others being crushed to death and what that entailed. It was the surrounding cracked, purple stained glass and slate roofing the color of lapis lazuli that put that knot in her stomach. She had learned a long time ago to always trust her gut when it came to matters such as this. 

This looked like Dalaran. Whether it was still within Dalaran and in the sky, or elsewhere, that was unknown to her. There was too much rubble around to try and distinguish much else, and her vision only allowed a small portion of this much bigger scene. Unstable structures didn’t seem like a good explanation, they were rather good with building upkeep within the floating city. An accident, perhaps, or something much, much worse.

She frowned at the painting, internally debating if she wanted to know the full truth, especially since Dalaran had been her home for a long time now. There was always a danger involved when it came to messing with fate, not to mention the believability of her claims. While she had an excellent track record in foreseeing death, she still had her skeptics and those who assumed she had a hand in creating said deaths. Plus, without a specific date to put to an event, it would be near impossible to plan for anything.

The pros and cons were internally weighed, but when it came down to it her own survival almost always won out. After all, it’s how she evaded her own demise multiple times. Retrieving her comm from her pocket, she sent out a message to the painting’s subject, inquiring if he would be willing and able to come and sit for her again.

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Michał Mroczka (b.1984) - Pillow for the Sleeper. 2022. Acrylic on canvas.

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““The moon is always jealous of the heat of the day, just as the sun always longs for something dark and deep.””

— Alice Hoffman, Practical Magic (via writeswithafist)

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SEND ‘🥞’, THEY HAVE TO TALK ABOUT SOMETHING ABOUT THEIR LIFE. IF THE EMOJI CANNOT BE SEEN, SEND ‘Pancakes’.

"I'm learning how to be a druid of a sort. I have some access to nature magic, though it was concealed from me for a long time. It's strange how easily some of it comes to me, especially the style my teacher commands.

She blends nature seamlessly with arcane and can call down the stars. It's astonishing to watch, and feels powerful to do. There is something to be said for being able to take that particular kind of chaos and draw it into a stunning order.

I'm enjoying it. I've never been good at learning, but this is nice."

( Thanks @kharrisdawndancer! )

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Tourmaline Spring Ring | YI Collection

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