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Shatter

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  1. I have a picture of my cat… somehow cosplaying as Hornet.
  2. he not be that tiny. for reference: anyway since you said tiny, BIG
  3. huh... inspiration I assume. the main thing wrong is that all humans are children of Tanavast. Dalinar is called the same
  4. My cat, Schmutz
  5. Welcome back! A lot has changed... but the cookies are still around. I think. Anyway, how did you like Wind and Truth, and how excited for Mistborn Era 3 are you?
  6. Happy day of birfs, R!

    1. Rynturning_Light

      Rynturning_Light

      Why, thank you Shatter

  7. Welcome back, Canada!

  8. my *NOM* has outclassed your *nom*. Ergo, I win. I have nommed you
  9. “Quite so,” Lord Vaelor replied evenly. “Punctuality is an unfashionable virtue, I’m afraid. One I have never seen the sense in abandoning.” His gaze flicked, briefly and politely, to the bone heels, then returned to her face. “As for the wait,” he continued, unbothered, “I find anticipation sharpens the appetite. Not for food, naturally, but for outcomes.” He inclined his head a fraction. “I am content to observe at your leisure, my lady.”
  10. “Yes, Master Tovir,” Ryna whispered. She opened The Chronicle and brushed a page. Words and pictures filled it for a microsecond, and then vanished. She closed it and put it back in her satchel. (It's her dead master's voice. I get to shove in more lore! Mwahahahaha)
  11. maybe annoy Rebus with 'em. That would be fun
  12. The doors at the far end of the ballroom opened with measured restraint. Two servants preceded him, their steps matched. Between them walked a man in a dark, impeccably tailored suit, cut in a style that valued lineage over fashion. White gloves covered his hands; a silver-capped cane rested lightly in one of them. His pace was unhurried, his posture exact. Aurylia turned as he approached. He halted at a respectful distance and inclined his head. “My lady Aurylia,” he said, his voice smooth and cultivated, bearing the cadence of an older aristocracy. “Permit me to say: the arrangements are exemplary. One rarely encounters a gathering so… deliberately composed.” His gloved hand made the faintest gesture toward the silver screens. “I trust this year’s proceedings will prove suitably illuminating and entertaining.”
  13. Ryna falls silent. The room feels too full with light, voices, and old grief. She steps back, then hesitates, and moves instead to stand beside Aelinor. Not close enough to intrude. Close enough to be there. She awkwardly adjusts her satchel, offering a small, uncertain glance Aelinor’s way. Also letting y'all know, she is tens of thousands of years old but also seems very naïve. Basically Hoid levels of memory, too.
  14. phew. Good job! How did you like it?
  15. Happy Birthday, gr(e)g!

  16. Happy birthday, Range!

  17. Happy birfday, misty!

    Meep!

    1. Born of Mist

      Born of Mist

      Thank you so much!

  18. I just realized… You haven't read White Sand. Go do so. You should like it if you like WoF.
  19. I wrote a poem. (Don't worry. It has a rough translation.)

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  20. I hate seasonal depression. Rusting winter.

    1. Through the Living Hope

      Through the Living Hope

      From here, the nights are only going to get shorter 

    2. Shatter

      Shatter

      ...but it's only going to get colder.

  21. It turns out my pigeon, Herr Federflugüberwachungsbehördenleiter von Hochdachfenstersims, arrested them and took the Sandwich and gave it to @Through The Living Glass.
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