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WHO: Wysteria & YOU
WHAT: Anchor-related adventures and/or drama in fantasy September.
WHEN: Kingsway
WHERE: Various
NOTES: Some anchor and rift-related peril; open stuff is in the comments, but may use this as a catch-all. If an open prompt doesn't suit you, feel free to wildcard me or hit me up and I can write something bespoke. Prose or brackets is a-okay.
WHAT: Anchor-related adventures and/or drama in fantasy September.
WHEN: Kingsway
WHERE: Various
NOTES: Some anchor and rift-related peril; open stuff is in the comments, but may use this as a catch-all. If an open prompt doesn't suit you, feel free to wildcard me or hit me up and I can write something bespoke. Prose or brackets is a-okay.


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She pats his arm consoling as she they go.
"However I must thank you for playing your part so astonishingly well. I had no idea you were such an accomplished actor, Ser Barrow. With that glum look and furrowed brow, you might consider joining the Wardens in truth."
Ha ha ha, she's hilarious. Sorry Ellis.
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"Please don't call me Ser," he mutters, "I'm not a knight. Barrow's just fine. Or that other thing." Like Messere, but less Orlesian, more... Rifter-y.
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Exactly what she means to offer him as a prize is interrupted by the sudden interjection of an aborted pained noise and Wysteria's stride (ordinarily quite regular, to the point where one might describe her pace as relentless) faltering.
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"Miss Poppell?"
All gruffness has evaporated from his demeanor, replaced by concern.