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5 yrs ago
Nice work, Bone Daddy
7 yrs ago
Whats my probability of winning the lottery & never having to work again? Ya girl is strugglin
7 yrs ago
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Sunday funday amiright ya seahorses
7 yrs ago
Late night apple juice is how I thrive
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Hola profile viewers, I am Meg & roleplaying is cool. Ive been doing it for about 6-7 years now, mostly writing forums like this and even a bit on tumblr. Really hoping to get back into the swing of writing because it is a passion of mine. What better way than this? Also have interests in photography and crafting. My log in times will be a bit spiratic but atleast once a day. Im pretty friendly, dont be afraid to say hey :)

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School of Magic Abjuration, Divination & Enchantment
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The week had been unceremoniously busy. One baby girl born after two sweltering days of induction. Another only hours behind. Then an emergency with a 30 week gestation that nearly ended in demise.

Sage was running on the fumes, only getting hour naps in here and there before continuing her work. Her mind was set on getting home, stripping down and climbing into some cool bedsheets.

But as she walked home, she caught the smell of fire, tea, sweet baked goods. That’s right, Ostara, she’d nearly forgotten as the days slipped by. Her stomach yearned, wanting it all. When was the last time she’d ate? She couldn’t recall. Leering down at herself, she viewed presentable enough. Changing out her work pants and apron, she now had on her most blue jeans and an oversized green sweater to cover her thin white tanktop. Sage usually carried clothes to wear on the way home, she’d scared enough people walking home in bloody outfits to amend it.

Yanking the hat from her head, Sage began marching her way over. The smell only got stronger and her stomach let out a bellow so loud she could’ve toppled over.

Despite her hunger, Sage’s first mission wasn’t any food. She needed coffee.

Breaking into the tents, her eyes took in the crowds of people. Everything glowed with the comfort of the fires, comradery alight.
She did enjoy these events but missed them often due to her work. Exhaustion would be well worth the price later. Maybe she could even bring something back for Gran.

Taking rushed strides to the drinks, Sage smiles at the clerk. It was a lazy, sheepish smile, all that she could muster.
”Hot coffee please, just black.”
Pointed in the correct direction, Sage found what she needed. Grabbing the largest cup possible and filling it to the brim, a sense of calm overtook her. Something about coffee always found a way to ground her as she clawed at the base of herself to revitalize her energy.

She takes a stance beside the beverage tent, letting her eyes weave through the groups. They finally settle on a fire that was unaccompanied, the flames dancing as her mind sunk into a gray ease. Sipping away, she melted into silence as she enjoyed the scenery and her warm bean juice.
@Prisk it looks great, thank you so much!





Let me know about the healing ability, I know one was already in use — thank you!


I am definitely interested :)


Let me know about the healing ability, I know one was already in use — thank you!
Lorelei had taken a nap-no full sleep coming to her. Her dreams usually surrounded torture in her exfiance’s room and the wailing of a newborn baby using it’s lungs for the first time.. things that haunted her & made tears strike in her sleep.

When she was awoken she jumped, startled, quickly wiping her eyes of all the moisture.

“I’m up,” she grumbles.
Lorelei gets barely a response which definitely wasn’t what she was expecting. A female power grip was something Lorelei had always dreamed of.. but maybe that wasn’t something to accomplish here.

She returns to her woven mat, satisfied with the empty space left to be claimed. She wouldn’t sleep, out of precedent, but she could rest.

Everyone seemed rather.. mysterious, short to temper, ticking time bombs. How could this ever work? What was the king thinking?

Somehow, she had to scramble this crew together-with her as leader of course.

She rests her head on her palms, staring up at the sky through the branches. Things weren’t even close to looking up for her. Any and all distraction gone she felt the wrenching of her heart return as she winced.
Lorelei watches the confrontation, eyes thoughtful. Auriole had fire in her, Lorelei could appreciate that.

Everybody’s sins involved being selfish, didn’t they?-she thinks. It was always about themselves & what served them.

“I think us women should team up & leave the guys to their own devices,” Lorelei shrugs, loud enough for nearly everyone to hear. “We clearly have the superior survival skills.”
With her fists curled, Lorelei quickly reached for one of her blades.

“I worked hard and I will bask in my work. Do you not notice the intricate weaving beneath you? What is your sin exactly, or is everyone here a selfish prick?”

Lorelei turns back to Auriole, frowning. “Maybe we could skin him and eat him?” It was a joke but she felt the need for defense-always.
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