"..." Rennoh Gestured For Soldan To Come With Him. "...How Is My Sister? I Heard, I Heard Time Works

"...What are they worth to you? Are they worth more dead than alive?" she asked.

A shimmering tear fell upon the Egret. It seemed to bring a ghost of the bird to appear, as if wading in a nonexistent lake. Delicate as a pencil sketch, the Egret waded around its lake. Alone.

Stelle watched. The bird called out, but no others joined.

Open RP

The Lone Moon was lustrous in its ocean of sky. Stelle stood at a long pool of still water, gazing into the deep blue. Gilded fish swam about, some bobbing up at the surface.

The Pierrot Troll picked up an ivory dish, laden with pellets. She tossed pellets to the water, watching as the lazy fish sprang to life.

It was lonely here. Were there Dreamers out to see her?

the current thing trad losers are losing their minds over is one singular dude on reddit that refurbished and hand painted a grandfather clock and they keep saying the guy “ruined its value” or “threw thousands out the window by vandalizing a precious heirloom” and let me just say as someone densely familiar with the world of antiques, there’s a 99% chance that this clock was a mass produced reproduction and there’s a 100% chance that clock is not as valuable as ppl think it is. when people hear the word ‘grandfather clock’ they’re always gonna assume you’re talking about something that was handmade in a woodshop by a jolly old man when rlly repros take up a waaay bigger slice of the market far more than any handcrafted items. and besides people will repaint or redecorate these ‘oh so sacred handcrafted items’ every day there’s a huge market for them. it’s the same reason why people like long furbies or dolls that have been customized to have like gore mouths or something. this is literally like watching a bunch of pretentious farts make a mountain out of a molehill. also the clock is kinda cool if I’m being honest

"It's..." Stelle was astounded, "It's incredible..." She had her luggage, and was taken by servants to get set up, dressed, and ready for the ball properly.

She would reappear not long after, dressed in a Pierrot costume. It was pristine white with black accents, her makeup in the classic style. If anything, Stelle appeared more as a duitiful servant versus a dignitary.

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It had been planned for when the Veil thinned. Stelle embraced Acer, bidding him goodbye.

She was off to Weselton, to finally meet others face to face. She had a suitcase of her things, and a costume for a masquerade ball that she was invited to on behalf of the Duke.

The other case had gifts for the Duke, to show her gratitude. Books of Harmonian tales, maps, gemstones...

She hoped to make a good impression as she went through the doors, to enter the waking world for the first time.

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"I... I would love to see other places, and other people. There is a way, but it can be dangerous." Pause. "Dreamers cannot hurt me here, but if I go someplace in the waking world, I could be hurt or killed."

Open RP

The Lone Moon was lustrous in its ocean of sky. Stelle stood at a long pool of still water, gazing into the deep blue. Gilded fish swam about, some bobbing up at the surface.

The Pierrot Troll picked up an ivory dish, laden with pellets. She tossed pellets to the water, watching as the lazy fish sprang to life.

It was lonely here. Were there Dreamers out to see her?

"I am the only one of my blood type. Spectral Bloods are extinct. On Alternia, I am likely more valuable dead than alive. Like..."

She had unlocked a door, and her face fell. It was a room of rare birds, all taxidermy.

She had never seen these birds before except in books. Stelle approached a graceful egret, her fingers brushing under its chin. "You... You poor creature..."

Open RP

The Lone Moon was lustrous in its ocean of sky. Stelle stood at a long pool of still water, gazing into the deep blue. Gilded fish swam about, some bobbing up at the surface.

The Pierrot Troll picked up an ivory dish, laden with pellets. She tossed pellets to the water, watching as the lazy fish sprang to life.

It was lonely here. Were there Dreamers out to see her?

The 2nd full moon of August 2023 l Rami Ammoun

"So I will let you take the lead now. This hall is the main and hardly changes." Stelle showed Edgar the grand marble hall. Stained glass filtered moonlight in colors of golds, greens, and purples.

There were detailed statues of beasts and monsters guarding doors, and fine gilded reliefs on oak railings.

"Well... This is where we start. Choose a path and we will see, Your Excellency."

Open RP

The Lone Moon was lustrous in its ocean of sky. Stelle stood at a long pool of still water, gazing into the deep blue. Gilded fish swam about, some bobbing up at the surface.

The Pierrot Troll picked up an ivory dish, laden with pellets. She tossed pellets to the water, watching as the lazy fish sprang to life.

It was lonely here. Were there Dreamers out to see her?