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❤ + ☕ “Hi, Ana! I hope you’re feeling better... you know. You probably need a hug more than I do.” L'yhta then reaches back, trying to catch the xaela in a reverse hug while simultaneously brushing her cheek gently, affectionately against her horn.

Ana nods a little, giving the purple-haired mage another quick squeeze before releasing her.  “I’m doing…alright, I suppose.  Miss Kerin suggested I stay busy doing worthwhile things, and to write letters to myself to try…sorting everything out in my head.  I’m doing ok.  Just ready to…get back out and do something productive to help the situation, instead of cowering in the Tower.”  She frowns.  “I’m sorry I missed the…um…night at the cliff the other day.  Did you have a good time at least?”

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Journal Entry 1

It’s been a while since the events that made me want to pick up paper and quill and start this diary.  The scar is still there still seared to my side scales and all like i was born with it.  it burns, sometimes.  I react to events unfolding around me and it stings like it knows what is happening or --- more frieghtening, it remembers ---- events the blind elezen was exposed to

the dreams are less frequent now, thank the gods.  the dark tree in the aether sea --- should I tell Lyta or Kerin??? other dreams come now, Nice dreams.  Memories, they seem like, of another persons life.  I dream about things about teri that i can’t remember ever knowing or doing -- surely theyre dreams yeah?  of course they are

I want to tell Lyta I want to take the pledge and earn my mage name.  Something with the water, of course.  Aqua sounds nice...

Especially considering the limited time I have to play and RP in game...Discord RP is awesome

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Dream Journal 6

The dream tonight was more familiar to me.  I was in a cave, the steady drip of water echoing as it fell from the ceiling.  I wandered for a time, not lost but unsure of where I was to go.  I finally happened upon a large cavern, with vaulting cieling above.  I looked about, before I suddenly just appeared before me, as if it had been there always

In the center of the cavern stood a large tree, the trunk large around   The branches were filled with leaves, despite the darkness of the cavern. An energy radiated from it, a dark aura      Creeping up the trunk was a creeping vine that seemed to wind its way around the tree and up into the branches, its dark red leaves trying to choke out the tree.

I know this tree; I first saw it after I killed that woman and took that curse on me.  This was nothing new to me.

I found myself compelled to touch it, and I reached out a hand.  I gasped when I did as I felt a rush of energy pulse through me.  I heard similar gasps of surprise from near me, and I looked up to see

What was new were the other two women in the cavern with me.  Each had blue skin and hair, nearly identical in appearance save for their clothes. They seemed surprised to see me and the other, each inspecting their own tree, similar in appearance to mine except for the vine, that also stood in the cavern.  The younger of the two was touching her tree with a large hand sheathed in metal.  The other held a device that looked like those tomestones, the device giving off a soft chiming noise.  She, too, had placed a hand cautiously on her tree.

And as we now finally saw one another, I awoke, shivering.

What is going on with me?

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I do!

Dream Journal 8

Another song is being heard! First this woman came to the Tower for help saying her son was acting differently, and then suddenly he was hearing a song.  I was overcome with dread, but I had to ask what it sounded like.  She hummed a little of it – it’s not the same song.

The song I hear is mournful, but this one she hummed was very different.  I was glad to hear it was different, but honestly I do not know why I would have been so terrified. I have heard this song in my dreams for years now, ever since that day I ki-

Ever since I killed that woman   And took this scar    Bardam’s horn the song is connected to the scar! How didinotknowthisfromthestartimsuchanidiotwhatiswrongwithme?!!?!?!

 More alarming is that Lyta also hears this music.  And the kid is missing.  I forgot to write that too.   I’m worried about Lyta going missing now. We practiced the White Flame again and Lyta asked me to show everyone how to do it, and I did it!  I was really proud!

Another night, another escape...

They’re married!  And I am genuinely, without a doubt, absolutely happy for them!  I knew it was coming even when i told him I loved him.  And it never bothered me.  I am very happy I went to celebrate.  They were adorable.  And I meant every word.  Every blessing.  They are perfect together, and I couldn’t be happier for them.

But Khala.  what he said bothered me more than it should have.  more than I think it should have.  “I don’t find every au ra attractive,” and I could feel him avoiding looking at me.  of course he meant me.  this after complimenting ayame on her beauty.  And anzu.

Ayame, Anzu, Suzume...all of them Raen.  All of them refined.   Cultured.  Learned.  Beautiful in their white scales and pale complexions.

is this what makes someone beautiful?  is this why I’m not?  Because I’m a dark-scaled, dark-skinned savage from the steppe?  Is this why no one consorts with me except out of pity?  I thought it just this accursed scar on my side, or my sins but

i am ugly.  mayhaps I shoudl just clothe myself and save everyone the suffering of looking upon me.

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“A date? I...well, I mean, I suppose if it’s someone who really liked me, I would hope they would ask me?” Ana fidgets a little, looking perplexed. “I can’t say I’ve ever asked someone else out...or even thought to, really. I like to spend time with my friends, or with close lovers. But just...asking someone else on a ‘date’ isn’t really something I’d do. If they asked me, that’d be wonderful...it would certainly take the guess-work out of knowing if they wanted to spend time alone with me or not.”

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🥓 (From Merc if my muse is required.)

Anafenza pushes a few stray hairs behind her horn.  “My family?  It’s not exactly ‘typical,’ if you’re expecting that...But just boil it down to a single person?  Hmm...

“I mean, you know Sasari and Sasani.  They’re practically family, since their family took me and Aroo - that’s Aruktai - in when we fled the Steppe.  And you know Kiratai I imagine.  Big, blue Xaela; he was usually running around keeping Sasari from starving most days.  Nowadays he just moves around in his chair, on account of him being hurt when the twins were kidnapped and thought dead.  I think the injury destroyed his pride worse than his legs - it hurts to see him so much more quiet and reserved.  Still, he’s a joy to be with, and he still cares a lot for me.  He still treats me like his sister, no matter how much I tease him and annoy him.  I can’t climb up on his shoulders like I used to - and he’s probably grateful for that, too - but he’s the one family member that I never want to see go.  He’s the best big brother I could have asked for, but even then...there’s much more to him.  My Kiri-kun.”  She smiles and shrugs a little. 

Thanks @lalaliya!

Ok, I’m not a big fan of these kinds of posts, but lately, I’m becoming more and more disheartened so I need to know if you’re out there. 

Please reblog this post if you are willing to write with ‘un-shippable’ muses. 

I’m talking about those muses who are perhaps elderly, who are married/taken and not liable to affairs, muses who are asexual/aromantic, or even just muses whose muns don’t really want to ship. 

While I’m always happy that anyone would want to write with me, sadly, over time I have realised that my older/married/ace muses are very rarely (virtually never) requested. So please share this on your blog so that people know they can throw their muses at you who are not going to wind up in ships or with smut threads.