Edema Rue

*steps on your toe* Noooooo IM NOT EVEN THAT SHORT YOU'RE ALL JUST UNNATURALLY TALL

Oo I'll listen to it! As the certified shortest person on the shard, I am very annoyed

Very... Wait I just remembered you make fun of short people... ~_~

@Spark of Hope

*shivers* Ummmmm dragon fruit because they're beautiful but gross. Or apples, they make me want to throw up which is sad.

Yes exactly!! If they're good, they're amazing, but if not then THEY MUST BE USED AS WEAPONS OF WAR Hmm...actually, I'm really good!! I get to perform my scene in front of the class today, which is fun, and I GET TO SEE DUNE PART TWO AFTER SCHOOL AAAAAAHHHHH AAAAHHHH AAAAAAAHHHHH AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH ahem yup I'm good Ah...broadway, or movie soundtracks (like John Powell and Hans Zimmer)

The tiger was sitting peacefully in the mountain, its tail crossed over its paws. Such pain...we could heal them...we could create paradise.

Aaaaah wait sorry I missed these!! I have!! I actually have a session tomorrow My character is a goofy lil cleric. He's like...have you ever read trials of Apollo? It's kind of like that. He was a god, but he kiiiinda started a war and almost killed the goddess of hope, so now he's a mortal serving the goddess of law and order (his aunt. He was the god of chaos). So he's super goofy, and learning to be human. (we gave him a slower speed for our first couple sessions because he's not used to walking). He's actually so fun to play. ...I don't love the group I'm playing with though, so I'd love to find a new one. HmmmMMMmmm...oranges but only if they're really good oranges. Otherwise, pomegranates are good. And so are peaches. Actually, there are a lot of good fruits...

I like that this "Almighty" clan consists entirely of Thaidybear <33

Thank youuuu I'm proud of myself ...NOW I CAN START ON MY 4 HOURS OF MUSICAL THEATRE HOMEWORK AND THEN READ BOOKS!!!!!!

Aw scud I made myself lose...

"My goat is Kvothe, pronounced nearly the same as "quothe." Goats are important as they tell you a great deal about a person. I've had more goats than anyone has a right to...."

YAY!!!! I LOVE THEATRE TOOOO WELCOME!! I GET TO SEE HADESTOWN ON BROADWAY IN TWO WEEKS AND I'M SO EXCITED TO BAWL MY EYES OUT!! ...favorite role you've ever had and why, go:

Guys guys GUYS GUESS WHO DID HOMEWORK

Ooo wait I can’t believe I missed this, I love that!! It paints a really cool picture, and I love the way he gets emotional over the cat but not the people

*adds your name to the list*

(Rah-EE) Song:

Yay words!! I enjoyed them, I'm excited to see what else you write, and if you need motivation...I can poke you with a writing stick!!

The pain and embarrassment

In the lobby of the entrance, Tal was reading a book. It was quiet, peaceful. It was home. Wasn't it? He shook his head, trying to keep reading, but he suddenly couldn't focus on the words. What did stories matter, anyway? Was there any point in them? He'd never cared about books before he came here. Then he'd fallen into them, letting them become a safe haven, a distraction... A replacement. A replacement for a person he'd never get back. He slammed his book shut, breathing deeply, trying to keep the panic at bay. No, no, no. He wasn't that person. He didn't need to remember, not here. Here, he was just Tal, just the doorman. He didn't need more than that, didn't want more than that. He knew it. But...but that didn't take the hurt away. Tal took another breath, opening a drawer and revealing dozens of keys. Keys in every color, shape, and size. Magical keys. Ordinary keys. Keys carved from wood, or something that resembled it. Each a work of art, in its own way. Each able to open a door, to give a home to a person who had come to the Clinic seeking one. He felt the cool metal of the key that hung around his neck. A promise that he belonged. A promise that he was safe. A promise that others were safe from him. He ran his hands through the drawer before eventually closing it. From another drawer, he pulled a map. Unfinished, but still extensive and up to date. He stared at it for a long moment, then put it back and stood up. A walk would clear his head. Maybe some chouta. A reminder of what he had found, rather than what he had lost. Picking up his book, Tal smiled and began to wander the place he called home.