''Meravas'' Ch4: ''As You Wish'' P1 by GrimweaverArt, literature
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''Meravas'' Ch4: ''As You Wish'' P1
~*~ A flood of cool hush filled the grand audience chamber of the Brecilian Ruins. Zathrian and The Lady of the Forest had perished when the curse was lifted, since both of their life forces were bound to it. The humans that were formally the remaining werewolves had no wish to linger, reasonably fearful of Dalish hunters set to be on their heals for revenge. While most of the members of their group combed the area for valuables, Aithne stayed in the chamber to reflect quietly, as she stared down at the pool of water that surrounded the base of a grand oak tree, watching the leaves that had dropped onto its surface dance with the currents of gentle ripples. Did I make the right choice? She asked the Maker in her heart, hoping that He would let her know in some way that she had. Urging Zathrian to end the curse seemed to be the moral choice, but would it cost them the
Dear Valentine,
Goodness gracious, how do I start?
When we first met, I thought you were a braggart
Working with you was a suffering on my part
How dare you, the one who ranked lower than I did, thought that you were smart?
As days passed, we put our differences behind
The way you smile take me in a whirlwind
I keep wondering, have I been blind?
The man in front of me is truly one of a kind
Dear Valentine,
You take my pulse away
I have never forgotten that day
When I caught a cold and you were holding a bowl of soup in a walkway
What crossed your mind when I asked you to stay?
Even if it is hard for you to notice,
That I am always starin
June 23, 2014
The Heir of the Curse
It was early morning when Kitt finally decided to open her eyes. Blinking her eyes rapidly to adjust to the bright sunlight, she began to feel her body ache from exhaustion. Two days had passed as she stayed in the Healer’s room, the room she was almost more familiar with than her own bedroom. She noticed the girls were nowhere in sight, but spotted a mug of chamomile tea and a pile of purple grapes on a tray beside her. Kitt slipped a few grapes into her mouth, and took in the moment of silence. She cradled the two tiny bodies closer to her, marveling at sight. Twins. They were sn