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She tilts her head and hums in thought. “Did I upset you?”

Despite knowing of the horrors Aaravos brought to the world, she still felt bad for the trapped elf. “Is there anything I can do? Perhaps we can play a board game.”

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Sage looks up and jumps, seeing the startouched elf. “Sorry, I didn’t see you there.” She signs slowly as she speaks, as if she hasn’t used sign language in a long time.

“I’m simply seeing if there is a way to remove you from this mirror.”

He taps the glass twice to indicate to the other they could’t hear them and that if he knew the legend he’d know only a human could free him. a human who used dark magic.

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[sage-niao]

She frowns. “That would mean you are Aaravos. I was not directly influencing that. Besides, if anything, if you had not created this prison, you would not be within it.”

Sage wondered what it was like, to be stuck in a prison for lifetimes. To not hear anyone other than yourself must feel rather lonely, and depressing. She would rather avoid that fate.

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Sage looks up and jumps, seeing the startouched elf. “Sorry, I didn’t see you there.” She signs slowly as she speaks, as if she hasn’t used sign language in a long time.

“I’m simply seeing if there is a way to remove you from this mirror.”

He taps the glass twice to indicate to the other they could’t hear them and that if he knew the legend he’d know only a human could free him. a human who used dark magic.

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[sage-niao]

She frowns in concern. "Who would put you in a prison of such a making? Why would they?"

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Sage looks up and jumps, seeing the startouched elf. “Sorry, I didn’t see you there.” She signs slowly as she speaks, as if she hasn’t used sign language in a long time.

“I’m simply seeing if there is a way to remove you from this mirror.”

He taps the glass twice to indicate to the other they could’t hear them and that if he knew the legend he’d know only a human could free him. a human who used dark magic.

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[sage-niao]

She frowns before writing on the paper. ‘No. Maybe I could come in and get us both out that way?’

She doesn’t write her name.

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Sage looks up and jumps, seeing the startouched elf. “Sorry, I didn’t see you there.” She signs slowly as she speaks, as if she hasn’t used sign language in a long time.

“I’m simply seeing if there is a way to remove you from this mirror.”

He taps the glass twice to indicate to the other they could’t hear them and that if he knew the legend he’d know only a human could free him. a human who used dark magic.

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[sage-niao]

She nods and thinks. After a moment, she flips some scratch paper to the blank side and writes on it, trying to make it as mirrored as possible. She holds it up to the mirror, explaining what she just said.

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Sage looks up and jumps, seeing the startouched elf. “Sorry, I didn’t see you there.” She signs slowly as she speaks, as if she hasn’t used sign language in a long time.

“I’m simply seeing if there is a way to remove you from this mirror.”

He taps the glass twice to indicate to the other they could’t hear them and that if he knew the legend he’d know only a human could free him. a human who used dark magic.

@sage-niao

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Sage looks up and jumps, seeing the startouched elf. “Sorry, I didn’t see you there.” She signs slowly as she speaks, as if she hasn’t used sign language in a long time.

“I’m simply seeing if there is a way to remove you from this mirror.”

A badly scarred elf sat in front of the mirror with a few books and random materials. She wasn’t here last time Aaravos was in the room. Luckily enough for the isolated elf, Sage hadn’t noticed him yet. She was too busy reading.

Why would an elf have come this far into the realm of man unescorted and without justification. From where he stood he could read everything they could, as he towered over them in a regal and sophisticated manner.

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Too Shy To Reach Out?

Send A Symbol To Explain Why We’re Not RPing Yet

♔- I can’t think of a plot for us and I want to figure that out first! ☃ - I’m not sure how our characters would meet. ☁- I’m worried you only RP with a certain group of people. ♛ - I wrote you a starter and you haven’t replied yet… ★ - I’m intimidated by how much you write ☂ - I’m intimdated by how often you post ☾ - I don’t know how to approach you ☄ - I’m super anxious about EVERYTHING ☀ - I keep hoping you’ll message me first…

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With a smile, Sage runs to her sticks and holds them up proudly. “They’re right here!”

She rushes back excitedly, ready to learn.

A small infant was swaddled and placed upon the moon elf’s doorstep. There was a knock, and the only hint someone was there was the sleeping child. The infant girl seemed harbor a strange mix of elven heritage within her tiny elven body.

Runaan answered the door, a knife ready because who would knock at someone’s door in the middle of a moonless night, then froze when he saw the child. He put up the knife quickly, eyes going soft, as he crouched over her. “Who are you, little one?” He asked quietly, picking up the child gently as to not disturb her sleep. He took a moment to look around for whoever had left her, then scoffed at their cowardice and cruelty, and walked inside to make sure the child had an actual place to sleep.

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She tries to hide her excitement. “Thank you!” Sage runs over to Runaan and waits patiently.

A small infant was swaddled and placed upon the moon elf’s doorstep. There was a knock, and the only hint someone was there was the sleeping child. The infant girl seemed harbor a strange mix of elven heritage within her tiny elven body.

Runaan answered the door, a knife ready because who would knock at someone’s door in the middle of a moonless night, then froze when he saw the child. He put up the knife quickly, eyes going soft, as he crouched over her. “Who are you, little one?” He asked quietly, picking up the child gently as to not disturb her sleep. He took a moment to look around for whoever had left her, then scoffed at their cowardice and cruelty, and walked inside to make sure the child had an actual place to sleep.

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She nods and gets a determined look. “Can I start now? Pleaseeee? Since lunch isn’t done yet?”

A small infant was swaddled and placed upon the moon elf’s doorstep. There was a knock, and the only hint someone was there was the sleeping child. The infant girl seemed harbor a strange mix of elven heritage within her tiny elven body.

Runaan answered the door, a knife ready because who would knock at someone’s door in the middle of a moonless night, then froze when he saw the child. He put up the knife quickly, eyes going soft, as he crouched over her. “Who are you, little one?” He asked quietly, picking up the child gently as to not disturb her sleep. He took a moment to look around for whoever had left her, then scoffed at their cowardice and cruelty, and walked inside to make sure the child had an actual place to sleep.

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Sage bounces in excitement. “I’m gonna be so cool, just like poppa!”

The girl was much too excited over this. “I wonder what poppa is gonna start with...”

A small infant was swaddled and placed upon the moon elf’s doorstep. There was a knock, and the only hint someone was there was the sleeping child. The infant girl seemed harbor a strange mix of elven heritage within her tiny elven body.

Runaan answered the door, a knife ready because who would knock at someone’s door in the middle of a moonless night, then froze when he saw the child. He put up the knife quickly, eyes going soft, as he crouched over her. “Who are you, little one?” He asked quietly, picking up the child gently as to not disturb her sleep. He took a moment to look around for whoever had left her, then scoffed at their cowardice and cruelty, and walked inside to make sure the child had an actual place to sleep.

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She nods and holds Tink’s hand while she walks outside. “Yeah!”

A small infant was swaddled and placed upon the moon elf’s doorstep. There was a knock, and the only hint someone was there was the sleeping child. The infant girl seemed harbor a strange mix of elven heritage within her tiny elven body.

Runaan answered the door, a knife ready because who would knock at someone’s door in the middle of a moonless night, then froze when he saw the child. He put up the knife quickly, eyes going soft, as he crouched over her. “Who are you, little one?” He asked quietly, picking up the child gently as to not disturb her sleep. He took a moment to look around for whoever had left her, then scoffed at their cowardice and cruelty, and walked inside to make sure the child had an actual place to sleep.

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She giggles and starts seasoning it. When he deems it finished, she nods and looks at Tinker. “Done!”

A small infant was swaddled and placed upon the moon elf’s doorstep. There was a knock, and the only hint someone was there was the sleeping child. The infant girl seemed harbor a strange mix of elven heritage within her tiny elven body.

Runaan answered the door, a knife ready because who would knock at someone’s door in the middle of a moonless night, then froze when he saw the child. He put up the knife quickly, eyes going soft, as he crouched over her. “Who are you, little one?” He asked quietly, picking up the child gently as to not disturb her sleep. He took a moment to look around for whoever had left her, then scoffed at their cowardice and cruelty, and walked inside to make sure the child had an actual place to sleep.

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“Lots of spice!” She pulls out the spices she wants to use. It’s the usual spices she likes.

A small infant was swaddled and placed upon the moon elf’s doorstep. There was a knock, and the only hint someone was there was the sleeping child. The infant girl seemed harbor a strange mix of elven heritage within her tiny elven body.

Runaan answered the door, a knife ready because who would knock at someone’s door in the middle of a moonless night, then froze when he saw the child. He put up the knife quickly, eyes going soft, as he crouched over her. “Who are you, little one?” He asked quietly, picking up the child gently as to not disturb her sleep. He took a moment to look around for whoever had left her, then scoffed at their cowardice and cruelty, and walked inside to make sure the child had an actual place to sleep.

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“Wow... next time poppa’s on a mission, can you show me how to make things?” She bounces in excitement.

A small infant was swaddled and placed upon the moon elf’s doorstep. There was a knock, and the only hint someone was there was the sleeping child. The infant girl seemed harbor a strange mix of elven heritage within her tiny elven body.

Runaan answered the door, a knife ready because who would knock at someone’s door in the middle of a moonless night, then froze when he saw the child. He put up the knife quickly, eyes going soft, as he crouched over her. “Who are you, little one?” He asked quietly, picking up the child gently as to not disturb her sleep. He took a moment to look around for whoever had left her, then scoffed at their cowardice and cruelty, and walked inside to make sure the child had an actual place to sleep.

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She does everything she can to help make lunch. “Papa, why do you make things? Does someone pay you to make stuff or do you do it because you like making things?”

A small infant was swaddled and placed upon the moon elf’s doorstep. There was a knock, and the only hint someone was there was the sleeping child. The infant girl seemed harbor a strange mix of elven heritage within her tiny elven body.

Runaan answered the door, a knife ready because who would knock at someone’s door in the middle of a moonless night, then froze when he saw the child. He put up the knife quickly, eyes going soft, as he crouched over her. “Who are you, little one?” He asked quietly, picking up the child gently as to not disturb her sleep. He took a moment to look around for whoever had left her, then scoffed at their cowardice and cruelty, and walked inside to make sure the child had an actual place to sleep.

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She pouts little. “Fine... are we gonna make lunch now?” Sage starts gathering some ingredients for lunch.

A small infant was swaddled and placed upon the moon elf’s doorstep. There was a knock, and the only hint someone was there was the sleeping child. The infant girl seemed harbor a strange mix of elven heritage within her tiny elven body.

Runaan answered the door, a knife ready because who would knock at someone’s door in the middle of a moonless night, then froze when he saw the child. He put up the knife quickly, eyes going soft, as he crouched over her. “Who are you, little one?” He asked quietly, picking up the child gently as to not disturb her sleep. He took a moment to look around for whoever had left her, then scoffed at their cowardice and cruelty, and walked inside to make sure the child had an actual place to sleep.