Sun rises, night falls, sometimes the sky calls...

[demonicbeauty]

Who: Ariadne and various (hit me up if you want a starter!)
What: Ariadne keeping busy and being bad at processing her feelings
When: Throughout January
Where: Various, but mostly Serenity Garden

Content Warnings: Backstory trauma likely to come up, discussion of Jedi/Sith violence, will update as needed.

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"Without a wise steward, even the greatest gift will wither in time, and then none may enjoy it." He tipped his head upward as if he could study the cinnamon tree, though in truth he ((felt)) the orchard around them and how lovingly it was kept. A gift from Sodder, the first of those he's witnessed directly, after hearing so much about the girl whose dying had shaped the Waking World.

This was a holy place.

He turned his attention back toward her as she approached, eyes not focused on her form but somewhere beyond. Even so, he returned a courtly bow for the curtsy, one hand pressed to his chest.

"Your world is also having elves?" A note of pleasant surprise suffused the question. "For, yes, I am one, even if my people no longer much resemble our cousins."

A little wistfully, he continued, "So I do not suppose your elves are having feathers...?"

[demonicbeauty]

She sucked in some air between her teeth. "Feathers? No. At least, not that I've ever been told." And she probably would know. "They're the most prominent race in the kingdom of Valeria. The oldest of the new races, if you believe what they say." And she usually did, even if some of them were a bit self-aggrandizing.

Trying to decide which race was the 'best' felt like an argument long worth abandoning. Both because it was stupid and because there were more important battles to wage.

"But yes. I lived among the Elves half of my life. I never thought I would see one again!" She flashed him a bright smile. "It's truly an honor to meet you, my lord."