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Autumn 349, on the road. Ten months of sorrow, and my heart still has not bled all of the tenderness crushed after I'd lost him. It... -
Late Summer, 350 E.O.D. Venerable Professor Castille, Your last letter found me well, and I hope dearly that by the time the response...
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Late Summer, 350 E.O.D. (A letter arrives covered in ink smudges, the parchment torn and singed in places) To the infatigable Bremen...
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Venerable Warden, I would assure you in turn, that my vigor has long since outpaced my patience to remain sedentary, especially when...
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Summer 350 E.O.D. To the Esteemed Walter Thornley, Your letter was met with the same delight with which I always receive your...
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Esteemed Professor, I am happy to hear that your endeavors are garnering the much overdue support, and that it served to bolster your...
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"Then step out of the room, Syr Innis, and remove that ridiculous duster you love wearing so well," came a voice of calm command. There...
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"O... O...Osytha!" Appalled at the situation, Sabinian turns his head to seethe fully at the badger knight. "If you were not up to the...
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“Well, you are lucky; that is the only consequence of the ‘more beautiful’ skin colour.” This statement was not calling her beautiful...
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That flare of irritation reared it's head inside her, her gaze searing into him even if her face remained unchanged. She stiffened, not...
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"Ah...w-w—! Ah... Ah want et," "You want it?" Braise slipped down in bunches. Skin bared against the whispering grass about them...
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Verity reacted to Momoshiro's post in the thread Open Surely we'll sing of no little thing with
Cute Pat.
Momo had never been a stranger to drinking, nor did he have any particular objection to the idea of spending an evening unwinding with... -
Verity reacted to Aelius of the Dawn's post in the thread Open Surely we'll sing of no little thing with
Hogweavin'.
The night was free, the town as secure as it could be, and in the air hung the anxious heaviness of anticipation. But with that... -
Verity reacted to Walter Thornley's post in the thread Open Surely we'll sing of no little thing with
honk.
They had the local brew, bitter and tan but the one that dried the skin with its intensity. They had the barley brew in caskets with the... -
Verity reacted to Rois Sinclair's post in the thread Private [M] The Carousel of Hearts with Cute Pat.
So… she was being honest. Relief overcomes her visibly like she had been dunked beneath water, had been holding her breath and now was...
