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[th3gu1de]

> [ 🐇 , @m4fios0 ;; hey it's meee the devill/ref/joke

something was around, searching - maybe someone? it was hard to tell. his footsteps were quiet, treading softly on the grass.

he glanced around, still watching for a survivor. anyone, honestly, just not someone he knew. ]

[He picks up on the sound, if only barely. He smiles at the small victory anyway; this "sentinel" business isn't easy, but he thinks he's getting the hang of it!]

"Hello? Is someone there?"

// IM FREE!! LETS DO THIS THING

[safrona-shadowsun]

Yunshe settled in her seat, as if becoming one with it. Her gaze softening briefly as fur-knit brows relaxed visibly despite closing her eyes. It seemed like her mouth mirrored the curves in her eyebrows, making the procession for tea less urgent. Yet, she would observe the motions Safrona took to follow tradition in preparing it for her. Every act was facilitated with poise and dignity, something that brought character to an ordinary act and signified importance. Such care demonstrated a level of dedication and persistence to any given endeavor – one that likely complemented the reputation of her host.

While the bowl of bean buns was ushered towards her, she maintained restraint as to wait for Safrona to take a seat.

“Golden lotus, dear. It’s good for luck and the soul.”

As the demeanor in Safrona changed, Yunshe remained unaffected. She was mindful of the dilemma that seemingly weighed on her host and took a moment to consider her thoughts.

“Adaption is certainly a path one can take. Though, there are simpler ideas such as turning it into a story. Charm the gatekeepers so to speak. Amidst a roaring inferno, beauty was beholden to the flames that enveloped a vibrant forest. And within charred remains, came forth bounty from scorched soil. Some of the freshest crops grow there, and thus… your palette is wiped clean and given new crop to yield.”

A paw then shifted, gently as she traced a fur-covered finger about the saucer, minding the complexity of the saucer before addressing her empty cup.

“In a way, I am here to help fill your tea cup. Should you want the help.”

Safrona listened to her guest intently, though her eyes seemed latched to the tightly rolled tea ball as it was indicated, placing it in the pristine glass pot. From here, she took the wooden pitcher into both hands where conductive metal covered its base. With a concentrated effort, she let an intensified fire flow from her fingertips to envelop the base. It was an unnatural flame, a conflict between chaotic energy that hungered to consume, rather than naturally burn; her voice came with a careful stoicism as she kept the unearthly flames in her own control to simply heat the water within its vessel.

"And still. There will always be those that complain of losing the vibrant forest that once was. Because what grew in its place after devastation is not the same. They will eat from the new vine and blame you for it in the same moment if they know you to be the harvester."

The benefit of such unnatural flames was that it burned like no earthly thing could; the water within the pitcher boiled in the course of a minute and was poured within the glass bulb that housed the lonely tea ball.

"But this is why some do not know the name of a harvester," Safrona added then with an upturn in tone, smile curving with subtle knowing at the Elder.

"But I think you know this too." The heart-shaped face tilted so slightly in curiosity. "I doubt you came to work for me," she had to chuckle behind her smile at this notion. "And I have my burdens, just like so many others. I carry them as I need to. But...I will not turn an ear away from kind advise."

{Rp snippet with @yunshe }

[mike-not-afton]

They're know a lot more than you do.

nobosy else here knows

i think i know mike better than anyone here

[vanddoria]

The hooded man with a scrying eye at his shoulder approached her tent, his visage turning slightly, observing the wares; the enchanting goods and reagents. "You wouldn't happen to have something a little more potent, would you?" He said as he leaned back to observe her instead. "Powered Azerite, refined soul shard dust?"

The tent clearly belonged to a Sin'dorei as it was decorated with ruby reds and jewel toned blues. Inside were ornate tables covered in some common and uncommon reagents but nothing too peculiar. At least nothing out in the open.

The redhead had just finished a transaction when the hooded figure entered her tent. "Be well." She said softly to the Orc, who took the offered bag of some sort of herb from her and made his way out. Leaving just the hooded figure and herself inside the tent now.

A hand gently braced herself against the table in front of her as she stood there, donned in a similarly colored crimson and blue gown that matched the rest of the tents colors. Fel-green eyes shamelessly eyed the stranger up and down before he offered his question to her. Her ruby lips threatened to twist into a grin as his words graced her ears.

She pondered her response for but a moment, "Powered Azerite or Powdered Azerite? Two very different reagents with different uses." She flashed him a smile as she gracefully moved over to one of her trunks in the back of her tent that were concealed by some silks. She pulled a small onyx glass jar from it, her rings making soft chimes against the glass as she grabbed it before sauntering back to the desk to set it down for him to take a look at.

"I've refined soul dust. I do, however, have someone that could procure me refined soul shard dust if this just won't do." She offered him the small jar, it's contents were a white almost silvery dust that had the softest of ethereal glows to it. The onyx glass it was contained in helped keep the glow from showing on the outside.

Her cat-like curiosity got the better of her as her long nails tapped against the desk in a rhythmic pattern before she asked, "Might I ask what you're using it for?" Her eyes peered for his that were hidden under his hood.

| @nixalegos |

[safrona-shadowsun]

"What's the gossip of the season, what peculiar rumors have you heard in your travels? I implore you, regale a brothel bound whore with your tales," the Madam purrs.

The Void Courier’s eye was on her assisting Voidwalker as Susan’s voice began, watching it with deeper intention than she had on the last visit as the stalwart servant carried the cask of requested liquor to the Madam’s cellars. The coercive purr rolling off her last word tugged the little smile to the professional’s lips, eyes chased back to the brothel-keeper.

“I'm the wrong sort of Courier for news and rumors, Ms. Gampre. Maybe you should be having me deliver the Stormwind Gazette too?” Safrona answered in the slightest tease of tone. A beat of quiet amusement, and the Courier relented easily to what had become an easy friend in business.

“My couriers and I have been primarily occupied by the rise of Void-specific incursions and caught between goblin, hm, “politics”.” Her voice even in its informative spill was cool velvet, like moonlight on water.

“Khaz Algar has been a hotbed of new activity, to say the least, and it draws the masses like a magnet as new discoveries and world-spanning threats tend to. And…opportunities.”

Stepping in close to the opulent crystal fondue fountain that the Madam had been sure to ready for her, Safrona began to uncork sets of bottles of wines to pour over the top most clean tier. Dalaran Red, thoroughly expensive as it was in the market now with the Violet City's demise, had been the specific request.

“I find myself more pulled to the fine venues and markets that seem to come out of the woodwork especially with the turn of Spring. The Succulent Tarts and the Tirasfal Troupe Theatre in particular are always a treat, but I’m letting myself chase after more venues where I can.”

She paused as she uncorked a third bottle, watching the red run beautifully down to the second tier of the fountain with a stronger flow, inhaling and exhaling her words softly. “Good music and good company drowns out the other noise when it all becomes too much.” She commenced with the new pouring, then. “And good wine too, yes?” the professional ended on an inward chuckle.

@susan-gampre

[mike-not-afton]

You're like if an Egyptian pharaoh was gay poor and worked minimum wage

Thanks man.

[eleni-earye]

"Persistence and conviction are very admirable. Stubborn-mindedness is not."

( @ofthevanyar - for Elerròmë)

Elerrome sighed, eyes downcast as she listened. "I know you speak truth, and wisdom besides. And yet, how is one to judge the difference when each person surely believes that they are the one who is correct in following their convictions? It is hard enough, even without..." Without the uncertainty, the confusion, the fear.

"All I know to do is to follow those I trust. Fortunate, perhaps, that most of them are far more persistent--or stubborn--than I."

( @ofthevanyar )

[glorfindel-of-rivendell]

List of RP threads

Threads with @counsellorerestor

(Glorfindel/Erestor)

A Friendly Visit: Part 1 | Part 2 | AO3 link

Spring Festival I: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Spring Festival II - The Rose Tournament: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Spring Festival III: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Spring Festival IV - Answers: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

[mike-not-afton]

They're going to find out Ennard

You can't play pretend for much longer

i'm very good at pretending

[liltaventures]

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[primadonna-veins]

❛ no offense, but i think you might be just a little too crazy for me. ❜

— @perfectly-intoxicated 🤭

Ivanka had been taken to the bar by a man that she'd initially hoped was going to buy her a bunch of useless high-end clothes that she really didn't need, but when his card declined after buying her two cosmopolitans, she had told him not-so-subtly to fuck off and began flirting with the unfathomably cute bartender instead.

Of course, when the bartender had called her crazy, it caught Ivanka off guard... and only served to intrigue them more.

"You think I'm crazy just because of a silly little thing like that?" she purred, looking over at Hannah through her long eyelash extensions and humming playfully as she took another sip of the cosmopolitan in front of her. "If trying to find a sugar daddy was really that insane, I'd totally be stuck in a psych ward right now."

Since Ivanka had initially been expecting that she'd need to impress a rich guy that was only after the same thing that most guys were, she was wearing a black, form-fitting mini dress paired with a set of long black gloves and a pearl choker that perfectly concealed the tiny scar on her neck from the turning bite she'd received mere centuries ago.

It was obvious that she'd had at least a little bit of work done on her face and her body, lips a little too perfectly plump to be natural and her curves a little too sculpted, but it wasn't like she was trying to hide those aspects at all. In fact, Ivanka saw herself as a constantly-improving work of art— she didn't need the lip filler or the implants to look beautiful, nobody really did, but she definitely liked the doll-esque aesthetic of it all.