Shadowheart observes the warrior from a respectful distance. Her vigilance is a mirror to her own, a trait she cannot help but admire, even in one so… direct. This is what motivates Shadowheart to get closer.

— I rarely calm my mind like this, but why not? It won't hurt me. After her obvious agreement, she sat down across from him, trying to find a comfortable position to sit in. — What are you. thinking about.

"Blushing? It's called barely contained rage." She scoffs, turning her face away sharply, though the tips of her ears remain undeniably flushed. "And the only thing I'm interested in is seeing how long it takes.

Her face took on a thoughtful expression, and her eyes darted to his face to see if he was tired. — Hmm. It's completely normal. Naps are good. So if it bothers you, there's no need to worry.

A short, surprised laugh escaped Shadowheart at the jest about her dancing, a dry, unfamiliar sound even to her own ears. It was so… normal. So irreverent in the face of their heavy discussion. It shouldn’t have been charming, but it was. She watched Tavina erase the.

Apparently, someone was sleeping very soundly.

"Ugh—must you?" She swats his hand away, but there's no real heat in it. A faint blush dusts her cheeks. "And don't get any ideas. My idea of 'putting you in your place' involves significantly more divine.

RT @halfsovl: ⠀⠀how many times have you thought about me at the mere sight of something , my dear .ᐣ.

RT @UnbridledOath:

RT @ofbloodspilled_: 𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘵. 𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘳, 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘥𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘶𝘯𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭. 𝘢….

Shadowheart fell silent, turning the concept over in her mind. A good storyteller lets their stories speak for themselves. It was a philosophy that stood in stark contrast to the rigid, singular interpretation demanded by her faith. Shar’s narratives were absolute, their meanings.

And don't forget about yourself. I enjoy sitting with two glasses of wine, but I'd also like to have great company.

It's a secret! But I might tell you over a glass of wine.

Actually, there is one thing. And it's a great dream!.

I've got a good wine hidden away for occasions like this. I think it can be spent today.

Shadowheart watched, mesmerized, as the shimmering lines of illusion connected the distant points of light, transforming random specks into a story. This was a magic so different from her own not a conduit of divine power, but an act of creation and teaching. It was beautiful in.

Without a doubt, I'll stay. You'll need my help, right?.

Well, that's great. I hope there will be more nights like this.

Shadowheart followed Tavina’s gaze upward, into the vast, star-strewn canvas of the night sky. It was a view she had often ignored, a backdrop for her prayers to the darkness between the lights. Now, she was being asked to see the lights themselves, to learn their names and.

Ah, a devotee of the most sensible time of day. While an eternal night does hold a certain. appeal, one must admit the dawn is useful for spotting one's enemies. A small consolation. Did you sleep well?.