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Lunamor

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Lunamor last won the day on February 1

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  1. Twinkle was ok. Edwin wasn’t a murderer. Glint paused for a moment, unsure how best to answer Twinkle’s question. Things were bad, but nothing appeared to be wrong with Twinkle. ”Things are very wrong, so I needed to check that you weren’t dead. You are not, so that is one not-wrong thing!” That seemed sufficiently tactful to him. He’d added that last bit in an attempt to be cheerful. Now that there was less risk of Edwin hearing, Glint’s voice had stopped shaking. ”Are you hurt?” He hadn’t heard of a radiant hurting their spren before without killing, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t possible.
  2. Glint tried to cry for a while longer, his ineffective lullaby trailing off. He managed a few sniffles, but it just sounded like Ben when he had a cold. Why couldn’t he cry? He felt sad. Humans cried when something sad happened because they had emotions. Glint had emotions too. Was that not good enough? Even among spren, mistspren were known for their lack of emotional displays. It was hard to make expressions when you had a crystal mask for a face. They still felt emotions, though. They were quite strong feelings, sometimes more so than most others’. Not being able to cry hadn’t bothered Glint before. He’d never wanted to. But now he couldn’t mourn his friend. He dimmed. Cup was dead. It was Rob’s fault. Her Radiant, the person she had trusted the most in the world, had murdered her. Rob hadn’t seemed like the sort of person to do that. Were any of the others like he was, too? Kind on the outside, but rotten on the inside… Glint needed to check on the other spren. He had to make sure that they were all ok. Mahad would be fine. Shana could be trusted, and she needed her spren right now. Glint slid across the floor to the nearest Radiant, still less bright than usual. He didn’t know Twinkle or Edwin very well; that meant the latter could be a prime suspect. He stopped at Edwin’s feet and whispered. “Twinkle?” Glint almost never spoke to people other than Ben, so his voice was a barely audible whisper. It sounded like wind chimes in a soft breeze and trembled slightly from nervousness. Normally he would’ve asked Ben for help, but Ben assumed the best in people. He wouldn’t like that Glint was investigating his friends for murder. @Eluvianii
  3. If you'll excuse me, I'll return to my duties.
  4. Irileth, send a detachment to Riverwood at once.
  5. Here’s a sleeve of Ritz crackers. I have a pair of google goggles.
  6. It's in the most immediate danger, if that dragon is lurking in the mountains...
  7. Happy birthday Itiah!!! 🎉🎁🎂

    1. AonEne

      AonEne

      Happy birthday Itiah! 

  8. What do you say now, Proventus? Shall we continue to trust in the strength of our walls? Against a dragon?
  9. The dragon destroyed Helgen. And last I saw it was heading this way.
  10. Well, that explains why the guards let you in. Come on then, the Jarl will want to speak to you personally.
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