W-well, I- [She flushes, then quietly laughs.] I might have [married] the guy I'm lookin' for.
And what of a woman?
Lorelei Mihras
@bowofthetempest.bsky.social
𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘴 》Wild Elf | Dalish Hunter 》Level 18 Ranger | Tempest Archer, Marksman written by bardlockcafe Fantasy OC | ships with chem, no lewd D&D RP | DARP 21+ art by kiiwala
W-well, I- [She flushes, then quietly laughs.] I might have [married] the guy I'm lookin' for.
And what of a woman?
Oh - Ruby and Missy are here? Never mind, she doesn't need [anyone's] etiquette lessons.
The quiet elf at the furthest corner pipes up, "Nothin' wrong with stew, an' it's good. Nobles just like t'show off, so havin' a meal that hides the quality of the meat or the size of the game is outta the ordinary." She does remember Gil's cutlery lessons, thankfully.
What's wrong with stew?
#elvendinnerparty Urgh. Gil wouldn't come these days anyway, but a party she [knows] they won't be at is a special sort of headache. Well, hopefully she doesn't eat her [entire] foot tonight.
I dunno, I've been told I'm pretty stubborn.
give it time.
Nnn...o? If we had, you probably wouldn't have introduced yourself.
haven't we... met... before...?
||was making dinner for the visiting fam, back around more now
I need to find a man with hair, clothes, and a nose.
[regaining control of her own body in the middle of some fuckass magic mansion] what the FUCK-
||Thinking about inquisitor lorelei. woman who is very good at finding the right person to take care of any given task and somehow ends up with two more problems on her plate than she started with.
She's rebelled against the idea of fate ever since it led her to her current path, ever since some being or power decided it had the right to decide her path and cut her away from everything she knew.
I'm only allowed to die doing something shit-stupid that no one could possibly predict.
"...Think I'll need a drink before I chime in here."
Sneakily holding a gently smoking bundle of sticks nearby so he sneakily doesn't get stung.
*later, sneakily* Bee free!
Gotta appreciate some good, old- fashioned optimism.
Mine will end.
Shut up a minute, this is more important.
Oh does the girlfriend feel the need to come to her lover's rescue?
She's pretty sure she'd do any favor Miss Bright asked, these days.