#emerilain

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Shall we treat this as a chapter one?

Status Quo

Emerie had made it a keen point to never keep her head down. That was what these foul males wanted and she’d be damned if she’d willingly give them that satisfaction. It was how she greeted every customer that walked through her door, the few that came anyway.

Some might call it definite, but she saw it as a way to begin leveling the playing field.

Even when it was the General of The Illyrian army and The High Lord’s third in command, The Morrigan. They had come in with a harsh gust of wind and cackles of laughter.

“What are you looking for Cassian?” She asked, disregarding his title and standing, much to the dismay of the golden high fae still clinging to his arm.

“Oh the usual Em. Gloves, scarves, coats and whatever else you can think of to keep warm in these winds.” He responded in a light tone, releasing his arm from The Morrigan’s grasp to go look at the stacks of blankets.

Emerie hummed an agreement tone as he picked up a charcoal grey and crimson red weaved blanket from a stack, “And this one for personal.” He said over his shoulder.

“Are you still trying to sway that hellcat Cas?” The Morrigan asked almost flippantly.

“And any books you’d recommend for a reclusive female.” He added, ignoring her comment as if she’d never uttered the words.

“A hellcat recluse. I’ll be sure to check the back. Personal as well?” She hummed with a raised brow.

He tried to maintain conversation but his golden companion was bemoaning the Illyrian land and winds every couple of minutes that Emerie finally snapped that he could come back to pick the book up later. She could see as red as his siphons with every flippant remark she’d make.

She managed to collect her feelings in time with with the assorted winter items the General bought on behalf of the High Lord for the window camp and any orphaned child without a roof to depend on. She kept collecting everything into nice neat stacks late into the night.

It surely was too late for her as she started to see threads of silver and emerald green in her peripheral vision. But when she look to the corner pointing southward she saw nothing.

When she finally crawled upstairs and fell into sleep she had dreams so vivid, she’d almost call them visions, of plants and flowers far too delicate for the harsh grounds of Illyria that all reflected the glistening light of the moon. Of threads the same shades of silver and greens she’d imagined earlier in the day making up a tapestry in progress of foreign mountains to her and a forest that shrouded around the peaks.

She woke confused smelling catmint and something she couldn’t quite place.

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Adding the shading to them

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A lil sketch of the babes

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Trying to decide if it’s too much jewelry or not

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In other news, it’s redraw time!!