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    Private Winds of Wonder

    And just like that- the sunlight was gone. "Oh." His eyes fall to his lap, giving the impressions of a golden retriever that had been scolded. He had horribly misread the situation- and was now lamenting in his failure a bit, his pointed ears wilting a bit. "My apologies." he faltered a bit. "I...
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    Private Winds of Wonder

    In that moment, it was nice to hear praise from unfamiliar voices. He had, of course, been repeatedly told by his professors, his apprentices, that he had done his best. But Walter had no motives to inflate his ego, at least, to HIS knowledge. So it felt much more genuine, much more kind. And it...
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    Private Winds of Wonder

    ".. Tea is fine for now." Because Malachai was pretty sure that drinking would be unwise, in any capacity. Especially given the man's tolerance to alcohol. Which- was really a joke because it was nonexistent. Malachai had the constitution of a soap bubble and if he so much as smelled alcohol he...
  4. M

    Private Winds of Wonder

    The smile gains a bit of confidence. Just a little. He truly did seem that confident. Well, let's hope that it was deserved. At the very least, the most dangerous of the Maven's threats were in close range, near himself and his dedicated guildmembers. That much was to be certain. A heavy sigh...
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    Private Winds of Wonder

    Malachai flashed an uneasy smile at Walter, glad to see how eager and confident Walter was at offering so much support. Who knew that there were people so passionate about maintaining the art and knowledge behind creating and shroudweaving. To preserve the liberty of expressing the mind. A warm...
  6. M

    Private Winds of Wonder

    "Not within your lands,- that is a blessing." A file is forced to his face, grateful but tired. "Thank you." His hands push his hair back into place. He smoothed the wrinkels of his tunic, a little oblivious, arguably, to the sugar in Walter's tone. There was too much going on to appreciate...
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    Private Winds of Wonder

    His eyes flickered a bit with joy. The idea, and the passion- ah, he remembered an era where he would just manifest ideas, and not take into account reality. Reality taught some painful lessons- but, it was an excellent teacher, and sometimes in of itself- the greatest inspiration to the...
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    Private Winds of Wonder

    Being an artist wasn't just creating a piece to be observed. It was creating an experience, one that continued to play on when the eyes closed. One that can be recalled by the presence of a certain scent, or color. One that planted seeds of different color, and encouraged them to grow into a...
  9. M

    Private Winds of Wonder

    For a moment, it seemed the sun came out, but not necessarily from the clouds, but from the cart. A soft gold, warm, and bright against the contrast of the grey sky and steely carriage. His skin held a slight tinge of peach, of apricot, splashed evenly, as if someone had calculated each stroke...
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    Malachai Corym Naesatra

    - Not purely an elf, but born to an elf - Born deformed/not perfect - Trained in Shroudweaving, but loves art - Decided to start dedicating himself to craft - Saw it as a solution to fix himself and did so - Earned ire of his home/exiled - Continued selling/creating stuff. Attracted fellow mages...
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