Honestly what had I gotten myself into now.
A march of despair, a pilgremmage of pain, a walk of shame. How incredibly torturous, and not in the good way, I think to myself as I trek out of my beloved vibrant embrace. Luckily I don’t have to travel far to reach my destination today, unluckily for me, it’s not in Sylva. I’ve got a goal today, to test my diplomatic mannerisms and meet the allied King of Loess. Beyond saying hello, I really have no idea where to go from there. But we shall see. We shall see.
By torturous I mean, literally. I am trying my hardest to work out the wildling nature I tend to harbor as I journey along the brim of the mountain range. Urging my odd smiling musculature to diminish to something more demure, regal even. It’s so unlike me, I’m quite sure I just heard a tendon snap from holding this lady-like expression for so long. But I don’t dare falter just yet, she forbade me. She’s giving me the chance to hold the façade on my own for the time being and I am ever so gracious.
At last satisfied that I’m well within the boundaries of Loess, I come to a halt. I don’t dare so much as whicker out of fear that I’ll lose the grasp on my tamed smile; they’ll just have to sniff me out. And here I stand, the epitome of diplomatic grace, save for that uncontrollable, minor twitch of my right eye from straining so hard. I settle into my stance further, and Haide sighs. Apparently I’m a work in progress.
@[Arthas]
A march of despair, a pilgremmage of pain, a walk of shame. How incredibly torturous, and not in the good way, I think to myself as I trek out of my beloved vibrant embrace. Luckily I don’t have to travel far to reach my destination today, unluckily for me, it’s not in Sylva. I’ve got a goal today, to test my diplomatic mannerisms and meet the allied King of Loess. Beyond saying hello, I really have no idea where to go from there. But we shall see. We shall see.
By torturous I mean, literally. I am trying my hardest to work out the wildling nature I tend to harbor as I journey along the brim of the mountain range. Urging my odd smiling musculature to diminish to something more demure, regal even. It’s so unlike me, I’m quite sure I just heard a tendon snap from holding this lady-like expression for so long. But I don’t dare falter just yet, she forbade me. She’s giving me the chance to hold the façade on my own for the time being and I am ever so gracious.
At last satisfied that I’m well within the boundaries of Loess, I come to a halt. I don’t dare so much as whicker out of fear that I’ll lose the grasp on my tamed smile; they’ll just have to sniff me out. And here I stand, the epitome of diplomatic grace, save for that uncontrollable, minor twitch of my right eye from straining so hard. I settle into my stance further, and Haide sighs. Apparently I’m a work in progress.
@[Arthas]