snotlout
Junior Member
my art style has begun to get animey and i have a fear of that particular abyss
Posts: 60
Gender: Noncommital grunt and shrug
Pronouns: They/them
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Post by snotlout on Oct 8, 2015 4:25:41 GMT
The sun was setting and your feet are weary, but your stay in the Tea House is over.
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snotlout
Junior Member
my art style has begun to get animey and i have a fear of that particular abyss
Posts: 60
Gender: Noncommital grunt and shrug
Pronouns: They/them
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Post by snotlout on Oct 8, 2015 4:59:31 GMT
Natriel leaned against the edge of the teahouse, waiting anxiously for Eon to come back out. What if they had attacked him? Maybe it wasn't a good idea to flaunt gold. Where were they to stay now? Should Natriel worry about those elves and qunari? Maybe they should camp in the outskirta of the city, but Eon complained about the ground being too hard and Natriel had nearly enough of that. They were low on supplies, Natriel used the last of her poultices mending a scratched knee of Eon's.
Why was he taking so long? Mythal, why is she so worried about this flat ear who is, despite her arguments, barely out of childhood?
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