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((Well consider my day made. |3 Thank you sweet anon.))
• art • swings • ((let me love you • this is absolutely adorable))
"Annowyn!" Swings yelled, running to his friend. He paused in front of her, smiling widely and waving small as he caught his breath again. He wiped his brow with his left hand, which now bore a rather lovely golden band. He seemed to be holding his right hand over his neck.
"Swings?" Annowyn glanced back at the sudden call of her name, recognizing the voice but not quite expecting it. When she saw him, doing much better than she’d expected, though truthfully, she hadn’t expected to see him again at all. "Swings! Look at you!"
With a couple hops to her stride, she closed the distance between them and wrapped her arms around his torso in a hug. “Did you really go and come back already?! I didn’t expect to see you ag- again so soon!” The words came in a rush, and a smile split the Bosmer’s face. “Get everything taken care of?”
Really. Why Disco?
Why do you plant these seeds? Why can’t I be bothered to get better than a lousy little cell phone picture of this? Yes, it’s Annie. Yes that’s how long her hair really is.))
((Okay so I had I’m afraid of Americans by Bowie/Nine Inch Nails stuck in my head and pulled up YouTube to listen. Did not realize this video was a thing. Died laughing. Nobody take offense to anything therein. I had to share because Aeserion.
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“I have a daughter that’s expecting here in a few months. I need to get over to Morrowind and visit her soon.”
((I have grown and cut off my hair three times, donating it each time to Locks For Love, a company that uses donated hair to make wigs for cancer patients. In total, I’ve donated 36 inches. My goal is to donate my height in hair. 23 inches to go.))
“I know a little bit of conjuration, but I don’t like to use it, except maybe to make it backfire, whether it’s my magic or someone else’s.”
((I am a raging lightweight. At my weight, that’s not surprising, but I think even for my weight, I’m pretty susceptible.))
“I feel like I intrude on the folks of Skyrim. They are welcoming. I’m not faulting them, but I wonder if I haven’t traveled enough to make it so that I don’t fit in anywhere. ….sorry for my fretting..”
((I’m still kinda floored to find out my dad was exposed to Agent Orange in Vietnam. He was in the navy, so their drinking water, which was distilled seawater, was pretty concentrated with the runoff. Explains some of my problems though…))
Annowyn was finally under way from Riften, or at least she thought so. She hadn’t opted for the roads and only knew she was heading west. She was making decent time and intended to continue until Whiterun tonight, but something else caught her eye through the underbrush. A wagon, or cart, more accurately, with crates of who could guess what in the back and horses milling around out front.
She circled around the cart to the horses, wondering, since she hadn’t seen anyone else in the immediate vicinity, if they were alright. Maybe they’d spooked and lost their owners, if their owners were still alive. It was when she’d fished out a couple carrots to offer them that she noticed the campsite.
“….h-hello?” The call was tentative, but not exactly quiet.
It was responded to immediately by the sound of a weapon being summoned, and a soothing voice after that:
“Easy, Val, easy.”
There were the sounds of two people getting to their feet, and a single set of footsteps moving around the cart before Elatos peered around the side to meet eyes with the visitor, his long, dark steel-grey hair falling from where it had been settled around his shoulders.
“… Hello,” he said, eyebrows raised. “Are you alright?”
Annowyn started at the sound, and ducked quickly behind the cart. It was all too familiar, and she answered in kind as she summoned a sword for herself, hesitating at the reassuring words, even if they weren’t for her.
She heard one approach, straining to hear if the other was circling the other direction. She couldn’t tell for sure. Wherever the second was, the first was definitely getting closer, and she braced herself to run as he leaned around the side.
42: Who do you go to when you need to talk to someone?
“I.. don’t have anyone I go to. I guess I talk my problems out with myself, or with the wind.”
((Oh heavens. Carma, Zoe, my husband or my mother. I am never far from a vent person.))
69: Will next Friday be a good one?
“I suppose it will. I should make it over to Markarth by then, if I don’t get distracted.”
((Heck yeah, I’m making pizza, and my legs will be better by then!))
“Hey J’Ram, it’s been a while!”
“Annie! Hey! How’ve y’been since I last saw you?”
“Ah, lots of walking here and there. I hear you’re going traveling soon too.”
“Didja go anywhere new this time? Or jus’ wanderin’ as always?” He laughed. “Yeah, Swings ‘n I are gonna pick up camp ‘n head out elsewhere. ‘M not really sure where all we’re gonna go though. All he’s said was tha’ he wants t’ keep south.”
“Saw more new people than places. It’ll take a lot of climbing for me to see something new. Did get to go see an old friend, a few actually.” She said with a bright smile. ”Sounds like your trip will be fun! Some of my most profitable runs have been when I didn’t know where I was going. I don’t blame you for staying south. Especially this time of year. It’s getting cold up north.”
((Me: Hey it’s Alexandre!mod’s birthday. I should draw something. Alexandre obviously. *doodle doodle*
Me: *Went to go do some home improvement projects*
Me: *doodle scribble* I guess it could be in whiterun… that’s where annowyn met him… *research pictures and location*
Me: I could totally play with some pen mess i used to do. that’d be fun to revisit. *digs up some old art to refernce*
Me: *went out for dinner*
Me: *doodle scribble*
Me: Oooh.. texture joy.
Me: …….stone walls…
Me: *distracted on minecraft problem solving*
Me: *comes back and realize that whiterun has taken over the picture with walls* OH GOD WHAT WAS I THINKING?!
Me: *scribble scribble* megusta.gif Trance is the motion..
Me: Oh hey. Missed his birthday for his time zone.
Me: oh… hey.. Missed his birthday for my time zone.
Me: ……my pen is dying.
Me: *cell phone pictures*
Me: *post and pass out*
Happy belated uterine liberation day. I am always late. And I ramble terribly in early hours.))