December 4How did I ever earn your eyes?
I'm blind, but you fly, soaring
high into the sky. Sometimes
you try to say goodbye. No lies:
I adore you, idolize, admire.
You inspire me. I push
higher. You may strive to feel
alive, but I can't deny
creativity, like serendipity:
imagination, inspiration, both of our
nations bursting on the tongue,
flavors merging into one.
A zodiac of experience makes me
delirious, delusional under poking,
prodding, prying of the outside world.
Always lying: I feel fine, fine, fine.
They are fine, in appearance. Be serious:
Hosea can take my breath away, iridescent
radiation in his eyes. Amos and Noah?
I want to know them! Clever cats and otter
pups always have a place in my heart.
Never a cuter couple was seen over
Silas and Ezekiel. Who would not feel
for the flying wonders of your mind?
I'll never find a world of that kind.
One in a million, a billion to one.
However you say it, when the day is done,
I hope you had some fun. After all,
It's your birthday, son!
RIPAs loved as you would be
Awaited and named carefully
Something went wrong
And so a little light is gone
Such is this world
Cruel and cold
Where everything gets shattered
And our minds... repeatedly battered
FadingSlowly fading away
A feeling so precious and pure
Forced to depart the mind
Maybe this is the cure
But it pains
It pains so much
Makes you feel empty
Will this ever be enough?
Staring into space I wonder
Was this yet another reminder?
That feelings should always be kept at bay
Chain them up and lock them away
For I'd rather sit in dark alone
Than hurt another person along
Dovahkiin 7*Arngeir prayed in the middle of the main hall of the Grey Beards sanctum, suddenly disturbed by the opening of the doors, and the howling wind and snow that poured in. Arngeir quickly approached to see Thorin collapsing with Sasha in his arms, panting heavily.* Snow troll... Attack... h-help... *Thorin fell limp before Arngeir, who went to gather the other priests to assist in getting their guests to beds. Thorin woke not long after and found Arngeir waiting patiently for him to awake.* Greetings Dragonborn. *Thorin mumbled heavily, trying to gather himself with little success.* Hello Master... *Suddenly he sat strait up and stared Arngeir in the face.* Is my pupi- *Arngeir held up with hand with a calm smile.* The young lady is resting peacefully. *Thorin frowned but decided that would have to do for now.* I'm sorry to disturb my masters, but I must tell you- *Arngeir shook his head.* First, tell me what happened on the way here. *Thorin took a breath and nodded.* I've been tracking
Dovahkiin 6*Sasha and Thorin were still resting in Whiterun, that night Thorin had got to talking to a certain Wood Elf, of course a bit of the ale and mead bringing out tales of some of his most fearsome battles, and even his encounter with Alduin himself. Sasha awoke that morning and spent most of it practicing her restoration, with surprising results. She had to wake Thorin up In his bed by tossing his shield and weapons on him.* THORIN!! *He snorted and cringed against the pillow, grumbling.* Come back for training later, find something to do, don't bother me like this ever again... *He growled gently, brushing off the items from his bed and quickly getting back to his rest as Sasha left. She took a breath, wandering through the market right up the path and talking with some of the towns people. She quickly learned of a murder that had taken place, and she could not resist the chance to scope out such an ordeal, perhaps even solve the murder and bring justice to the assailant!*
*Sasha went to
Dovahkiin (Part 5)*Thorin and Sasha got up in the morning, having to ride around the rocky range that surrounds Ivarstead, at mid-day they stopped about halfway in their journey to let their horses rest for a bit, and maybe find some game themselves. Thorin was looking over his map as Sasha got a fireplace ready.* I found the mount the Grey Beards spoke of. We'll camp at the base of the mountain and fight during the next day, I hate having to do stuff like this during the night. *Sasha nodded, striking with her flint and rock and got the fire going. They did quickly find game and had lunch, they found a small stream and let their horses drink for a bit, and Sasha gave them the two apples she brought with her. They rode on and found a good place to camp at near the mountain for the night, Thorin watched the fire silently as he was obviously thinking deeply about Something. Sasha nudged him.* Whats wrong Thorin? *He shook his head a bit, coming out of his flashback.* Oh... nothing... *Sasha frowned a litt
Dovahkiin (Part 4)*In the dawn Thorin woke Sasha up, it was time. They met a few men on the bridge, talking about the conditions of the 7,000 steps, wondering if they could make it themselves to deliver goods as offerings to the Grey Beards. Thorin readily offered to take the offering with them on the trip. Now he started his trek with Sasha up the 7,000 steps. Nearly 1,000 into it they met another pilgrim just sitting next to a statue for meditation. Thorin exchanged greetings with the pilgrim and they continued on their way. About 700 steps later Thorin suddenly stopped climbing the stairs, searching the path up ahead.* Summon a flame atronarch... *He pulled out his sword and grabbed his shield, not taking his eyes off the path ahead. Sasha saw nothing.* I-I don't have much practice with that spell! *He glared at her for a moment.* I said summon it!! *She nodded quickly, closing her eyes as she concentrated her magica into her palm, casting the spell before her, she opened her eyes and smiled to see i
Dovahkiin (Part 3)*Sasha traveled with Thorin to his home in Whiterun, he said he was the Thrane of that hold, and that it would be an ideal place for basic training before they started trying to adventure again. He went to the inn and demanded there be a room constantly reserved just for Sasha, they had little reason to deny him since he was Thrane. He told her to get situated and explore the hold, converse and get to know the people she'll be around. For two seasons he trained Sasha, constantly making her spar with banded iron armor fitted to her size. At one point she demanded to know why he wouldn't let her wear anything else. He reasoned with her it would be for her benefit, and so she would appreciate light armor, but must respect it's weaknesses as well, to know the difference with the two types of armors. He taught her how to make her own arrows, string her bow properly and to shoot with precision and silence. He taught her forging, sharpening and improving armors and weapons herself. Sometimes
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