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🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

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_{^{L O C A T I O N : Guesthouse & Sadie’s Party
I N T E R A C T I O N S : Princess Sadie Camilia @Potter
M E N T I O N S : Lady Thea Smithwood @Tae, Princess Sadie Camilia @Potter}}

Bitterness had taken Prince Felix’s feelings. Lady Thea had not shown up for their dinner. He waited for over half a hour, seated, just simply waiting for her to make her appearance. Alas, she never did.

He should have seen this happening, but somehow blindsided himself. She was always coy and fickle one moment and then the next, exactly as she had been the night before. There was no reason to make any expectations of her. She was volatile.

He checked his pocket watch. There was still ample time to make Sadie’s party. This was something positive to look forward to, after he wasted an entire day on his betrothed with little to show, not even a simple dinner.

First, he made way back to his guest room. There was no use in bringing the Lady’s present around with him. Next, he decided to change his clothes to something a little more casual. His sword would be coming along with him as usual, but he decided to change out his holder — reminding himself he missed the sword competition.

Letting the mood roll from him, at least externally, the Prince checked his pocket watch one last time, for punctuation and proceeded out the door of the guest room. He made his way to the party, holding an air of reasonable nobility. There was no reason to foul the mood at his sister’s affair.

When he arrived he made sure to greet his sister with as much jovial love as possible, possibly verging on a sibling enamorment. He also entertained the possibilities of making light with the rest of the guests.

Word association Game!

Walk

the alphabet game. lol

Elephant

Post a random fact about yourself.

I am “with child,” again! :)

RATTLECHOMP

Corrected all those type-o’s. Just to be petty, I guess. Haha.

Saiting Boredom

Welcome and good luck!

Word association Game!

Electron

the alphabet game. lol

Jello

RATTLECHOMP

Neomi Adams

Determination was overriding the apprehension that Neomi was feeling towards her decision. She was not going to let a little fear deter her, especially since it was coming twofold from her parents. However, despite their objections, Neomi’s father escorted her to the Darklight Corridor. Her mother stayed behind to take care of the lodge.

She felt a little like a child being taken to school for the first time. Part of her wished she had gone alone, but another part of her felt relief that there was some underline support for her next step in life — however small the support was. At least, they were not out right abandoning her.

Before they got to the entrance, her father gave her a big bear hug. He did not question her or make her feel any doubt. Instead, he wished her good luck and that he looked forward to seeing her artwork when she returned. Part of Neomi felt guilty. What if she didn’t return?

She shook the thought from her head. She’d return. If not for her own sake, for the sanity of her parents. Whatever quarreling she had done with them in the past several weeks was suddenly brushed aside. They were a family, through thick or thin. Nothing was going to change that.

Neomi returned her father’s hug one last time and entered the Corridor. It was nothing like she was expecting. Although, that was not necessarily a bad thing. At first, she felt herself in awe, as if she was staring at the prologue of the next chapter of her life. The excitement swelled inside of her. She wanted to turn and shout to her father that she’d be fine, but there was still a little embarrassment left in her that he had taken her.

There were several people on the platform. A woven blanket was outstretched with a woman sitting cross legged on it. She seemed otherworldly compared to the other two. She must be the apothecary. Neomi stood still for several seconds, sketching the scene into her mind. She knew what her first sketch would be, and she wanted to memorize all the details so nothing was left out.

As she drew closer, the old woman spoke. She seemed wise and content. It made Neomi smirk, and she took her seat. Quickly she explained in little detail that she was the the only daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Adams of The Burrow, and she knew hardly anything outside of Oaken City. She rolled her eyes and continued with a small expression of how much she was looking forward to the journey.

As she said all this, Neomi had taken her backpack and opened it. She had removed her sketchbook, a few pencils and an eraser. And, like the woman, Neomi sat cross legged as she began recording her surroundings. There was no hesitation in her actions. If anything, it was all rushed.

Video Games: The General Discussion & Community Thread Number Two

The next Splatoon 3 Splatfest is Zelda themed. The family is stoked!