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Tiberii · 3 years (7/22/22)

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I am sorry this sucks. I had a whole post and deleted it by accident.
I WEEP.

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Tiberii sometimes forgot the weight her presence held — both physically, and emotionally. She noted the way the smaller male regarded her, quiet and optimistic. He practically quaked before her, a knight awaiting the sword to fall gently upon his shoulder ... awaiting acceptance. His youthful expression softened her, and she recalled the optimism of her own youth.

Sólúlfur spoke with a fondness toward the youth, offering him to Dawnbreak as a recruit. And Tiberii's gaze would shift for a moment toward her friend, the thin line of her lip breaking into a familiar, warm smile.

She was suffering, but she was not a monster. At least, not yet.

It's nice ta meet ya, Torgar, the bull would start, turning her face back toward him as she cupped her ears in his direction. Sólúlfur had said he didn't speak much common. S'okay, she'd continue, allowing the warmth of her smile to spread across her face. My common ain't up ta snuff most times, either. It was her way of making a joke, and she'd laugh lightly, filling the space as she waited for the younger male to say anything.

'Course ya can stay if ya'd like, she'd tell him, tilting her head for a moment. Ya'll 'ave ta tell me what else ya like ta do though, 'cause Sólúlfur has offered ya up fer some sparrin' otherwise. The bull's golden eyes would flicker with playful fire.

Was she above sparring with a teenager?

Absolutely not.

Welcome Back!

Greetings Stranger!

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