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I can’t get a post up this week because life is busy, but next week is a blank canvas.

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Okay. I’ve exploded. That was such a visually imaginative read, GM.

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GM post! GM post! GM post!

Post a random fact about yourself.

Team Nessie won the last Splatfest, and we haven’t taken down the Loch Ness Monster fanart since.

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_{^{L O C A T I O N : Kitchen
I N T E R A C T I O N S : N/A
M E N T I O N S : Lady Smithwood @Tae, Riona @JJ Doe, Prince Felix @Mole}}

Mathilda found herself bustled into the kitchen. Delicate snacks for the afternoon festivities were an expectation. The whole day seemed to be a whirlwind, and Mathilda was having trouble catching her breath.

In fact, she still had yet to deliver Prince Felix’s letter to Lady Thea. This was not the biggest problem, however. The biggest problem was that she had misplaced the letter somewhere between the morning and lunch. She knew her father and mother were turning in their graves. May the gods rest their souls.

She thought to find Prince Felix and explain as politely as possible about the situation. She prayed he would have some sort of mercy on her. Mathilda had witnessed several of the reprimands that Riona had to endure, and she was sure this was something worthy of such a punishment.

Fortunately or Unfortunately, Mathilda could not find the Prince anywhere. She checked his itinerary, and he made no appearance at any of the events. He was no where to be seen.

Perhaps, he is not well.

Mathilda checked the infirmary and his bedroom, but alas, there was no trace of him. It was as if he had simply vanished, until rumor came through the kitchen that he had left the kingdom. He had broken his engagement with Lady Thea Smithwood. For what seemed like forever, Mathilda could finally breathe.

All that worrying was for nothing! But, serves me right for not fulfilling my obligation, anyhow.

Self-Introductory

; ^ ; ) I feel you. There’s just so many books and so little time. Tbh, I don’t know how to stop reading, and I absolutely love it.

Anyways, welcome to RPG!

Word association Game!

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One more prologue (0th) post and then the next GM post will be happening! The excitement is tingling my soul.

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_{^{L O C A T I O N : Library
I N T E R A C T I O N S : N/A
M E N T I O N S : Lady Thea Smithwood @Tae}}

Sometime during the Archery completion, Prince Felix had taken his leave for the library. It was sometime right after Lady Thea made her dreadful appearance. As much as he felt a dread when he thought of her, he did care about her. It was a troubling feeling, but it existed inside himself nonetheless.

The time was now already three in the afternoon, and the Prince felt as if he had uncovered nothing. The sword competition was about to start, and it appeared that he would be missing it.

He wanted to research all possible scenarios that could have lead to what Lady Thea had mentioned. Obviously, it meant spending time away from the festivities. It was no matter in the long run but a simple show of vanity.

His dinner with the Lady would be in several hours, and he was trapped inside some sort of rabbit hole of information. It was frustrating and confusing, more so than the Lady herself. He had to begin wrapping things up shortly or he would be here all night. Standing Lady Thea up would be completely careless, and he for some reason felt an embarrassing eagerness to give the present to her.

Prince Felix closed the book on the Varian Kingdom. He looked at the papers that were scattered about the wood table. It was a mess. He was normally much tidier, but his chase into the situation left him seeming reckless (much like Lady Thea), but there was little he could do to stop himself.

Whether that was a good or bad thing, he still had yet to decide.

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Neomi Adams

It was after her shift, and Neomi was packing for her trip. She let out a frustrated sigh, as she thought how wonderful it would be to have her mother’s tips and tricks of travel. But, asking her mother for help was clearly not an option.

Since telling them about the journey, she could not help but notice her parents were less than thrilled about her decision. Actually, it was more accurate to say were livid. One would think Neomi was committing treason. In a way she was. She was throwing away the family values that had cradled her childhood upbringing.

And, until she left for the Darklight Corridor, she was having to endure her parents’ reaction. More specifically, the reaction of her mother. Whether she was at the front desk or working in the kitchen, her mother’s disdain was evident in the older woman’s now piercing eyes and tightly frowned lips.

This better not suck, Neomi thought as she scraped her teeth over her bottom lip. I will never hear the end of it. Especially from Mom.

There was also the chance that she would have to work at The Burrow for the rest of her life, which meant she would never truly have the opportunity to explore her powers as a Howl. This could literally be her last chance. It might not be, but it totally could be.

Besides, she was no longer a child. She had just reached adulthood. If she wished to be an escort for a traveling Apothecary, she should be more than able to fulfill that desire.

“It shouldn’t be this hard,” Neomi muttered to no one in particular. If she was being honest, as she often was to a fault, she was an adult. Obviously. Needing her mother’s help was for children. Plus, in less than twenty-four hours, she would be out from under her parents’ wings for maybe the rest of her life.