Brighteyed_Dragon

I found out what Chlorine Trifluoride is today. It is both incredibly dangerous and glorious.

LeeBoneSkii

That was a lot of votes lmao

LeeBoneSkii

@Brighteyed_Dragon Ooh- it sound really interesting! And if you’re wanting to do the role with Mazikeen [ mafia ] feel free to do so whenever :3
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Brighteyed_Dragon

It's a bit like one of those choose your own adventure books, but a lot more flexible. Generally high fantasy with monsters, puzzles, loot, and of course a boss at the end.
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LeeBoneSkii

And yeah, get the whole time thing I’m not great with it either
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Brighteyed_Dragon

"No." The child's breath hitches, feet rustling against garden-grass as she spins towards the pond. "No. I can't- can't-"
          
          She releases another hitching breath, bouncing upon her toes. Don't cry, don't cry, and her head tilts back as she closes her eyes. She can't cry. Can't. Not here, not now. Too many things...
          
          "We can't take this anymore." He's reasonable, calm, voice humming with the same authority, the same clarity hers used to hold. How long ago was she speaking his words? Years? Days? 
          
          Turning back, the child looks towards him- he's taken a form just a few years older than hers, hair of coffee beans and eyes of the clearest blue. She offers a small smile, a sad smile, gaze dropping away. To meet his face... another small, hitching breath. "I- can't help you."
          
          Drawing herself in closer, the child's gleam dims, gown reduced from moonbeams to a simple shimmering fabric. She can't- *how* can she help? "You-" she turns, taking another few moments of his gaze as she speaks. "You know what happened. I-"

Brighteyed_Dragon

"Yes." He steps forwards without a moment's hesitation, sunkissed hands resting upon her shoulders. "Grandmother, we're willing now. We know."
            
            The first tear slips with a shuddering breath, the child throwing her arms around him, burying her head in his chest. It's- some occasions are meant for tears, and she can feel his arms wrap around her in return, soft words falling upon her ears. She can't... he won't be talked from this, shuddering sobs heaving with her every breath. She hadn't been talked from it.
            
            "Grandmother." His voice falls after a time, clear, mountain-water ringing through the air. "Grandmother, I have to go now."
            
            A small sniffle accompanying her nod, she draws back, eyes turning back towards the lake- a few werelights floating above its surface, shining with a silent light. He's... don't start crying again. He's... she gives another small, shuddering sob as she speaks. "You're too young."
            
            Eyes already fixed upon a point upon the horizon, he hesitates- and then disappears with a soft, whispered "I know."
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Brighteyed_Dragon

@GoldTitaniumMan 
          Oh! Yes, that one. It's a competitive sport up here, actually- quite entertaining to watch. It's generally pretty hard to control your direction once you get high enough, though.
          
          Hmm... it's Halloween; there's probably a shuttle- somewhere in Britain, I think? Judging by your time zone I don't think that's near you though.