Rynturning_Light

lol Wait, that’s such a good idea I look forward to it! (And I might follow suit)

Sol glances to the new arrivals, weary. He knows that, by the nature of this place, they must have faced their own trials. He does not want to disturb their peace. If he was worthy of entry then he cannot fathom what these others must have encountered. Instead, he nodes a greeting to the man sitting across the clearing from him and sends a silent wish that the King enjoy his rest, for a time.

You got it! Welcome into the Hat Clan!

Thank you That means so much Now for my sarcasm quota:

Mmhm Do you want a specific hat? Or my original Santa hats

Legends say that somewhere, at the edge of creation, there exists a clearing. It is said to be a peaceful place, without conflict, where one’s problems cannot find them. Many seek the clearing. Some for refuge, against monsters mythical and not. Some for an escape from their problems and thoughts. Few find it when they seek it outright. Only when you most need it will it appear. It appears to some as a simple clearing in the woods, surrounded by towering green trees. For others it takes on a more mythical appearance. The clearing appears as what would best serve the finder. Sol thought the idea of the clearing foolish. He had existed outside of space for millennia. He had travelled through distant worlds and realities. With this experiences comes a clear and present fact: nothing in these many multiverses exists for peace. They exist to try and test people. To shape them into their strongest self through hardship. A idyllic place of peace and serenity does not fit this rule and, therefore, should not exist. Though, if that was the case, then Sol should not be looking out across a clearing of dark grasses and golden trees, not in this place. Sol had found himself on a barren plane. His sister Chemia had bested him in combat with the help of a mortal, and allowed for the completion of the Archivists seal. With this, Sol was thrown out and away from that reality. Though, he didn’t find himself in Kaos like he expected. No. Instead, he was placed on this barren world, with unforgiving winds and a dark sky. So, why then was he staring out at this place of peace. Sol stepped into the clearing and felt..content. Safe. Warm in a way he had never felt. He sat on plush, black grass, watching the golden leaves drift carefully down from the trees and breathed.

I like talking to you too :3 Thank you : ) I’ve been struggling with my imposter syndrome, so hearing people actually do want me around helps a lot

If I’m not allowed to put myself down then you can’t to yourself either You are very fun to talk to : )

I hope so Good to hear it : )

Thanks I just don’t want to be too annoying Something I have, apparently, been struggling with for a while

That’s where I am rn Do people like me? Or am they talking to me out of necessity

And yet you did it anyway And, I guess that's good(?) Glass is likable and I would like to be likable also (I'm having a mini crisis as to whether or not I like my personality and whether or not I'm annoying and whether or not people like me )

... OH MY GOD

Do not mock me

The Black Plague

That bio quiz grade is not gonna be pretty

That's better than Coder who has papers about them due TODAY ... I'm going to kill you

I WENT TO BED AT 10 ITS JUST MY SCHOOL HAS ME WAKING UP AT 6AM

CODER I SWEAR TO GOD GO DO YOUR ASSIGNMENTS

Good morning! I am doing tired CODER START READING YOUR CHAPTERS BEFORE THE DEADLINE