hello, again!
welcome, welcome. please, come in. you must be exhausted. is that blood i see? is your shirt stained with rain, mud or smoke? ah, doesn't matter much.
come, sit down. here, have a blanket. do you like the fire? i hope it's warm enough.
exhilarating, isn't it? did you feel your blood pumping in your veins? did you feel your heart throb? did you laugh? did you hold your breath?
i know i do. when i'm adventuring, anyway.
oh! where are my manners? you must be starving!
here, have some hot cocoa. marshmallows or whipped cream? neither is fine, of course. i've got all kinds of food here, as well. here, chose between the crepes, quiches, cinnamon rolls, hot soup...i've got it all. i'm always prepared.
now. catch your breath. warm yourself, fill your stomach.
there.
is that better?
good.
please, gather yourself. gather your strength once more. i will allow you to sleep here, but only for a night, dear reader.
there are more adventures to be had.
didn't you know?
you're just getting started.

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𝔸𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞𝕒. [WRITING PROMPTS]
Nouvelles【 WRITING PROMPTS AND SHORT STORIES.】 "Lock up your libraries if you like; but there is no gate, no lock, no bolt that you can set upon the freedom of my mind." ― 𝖁𝖎𝖗𝖌𝖎𝖓𝖎𝖆 𝖂𝖔𝖔𝖑𝖋, 𝕬 𝕽𝖔𝖔𝖒 𝖔𝖋 𝕺𝖓𝖊'𝖘 𝕺𝖜𝖓