As usual, Targaryen's Eunseo and Roscoe's Umji arrived with their hands clasped together, identical smiles, similar clothing, and an excessive amount of goodies. Somehow, midway through the pizzas, Eirlst's Chuu and Roscoe's DK arrived there before them. Just them, the grass, and a day that somehow seemed to go on forever, no grand ambitions. It's amusing how a chance double date became one of those defining moments. Nothing loud, just quiet looks, gentle laughs, and the sense that everything is in its proper place.

Hear ye, hear woof, and hear hooray! With wagging tails and full hearts, from the sun-kissed folds of a magical hill that sings with breeze and blossoms, the bright-hearted Puppies of the Meadow do joyfully declare a most wondrous proclamation!


Oh, what a home! This is not just a home, this is a "look-at-this-we-built-it-with-our-own-paws" kind of home. Every doorstep is a place to sit with a friend and share a cookie or two. With puffed chests and sparkly eyes, proud puppy hearts look out and think, "This place is ours. This place feels like a hug."

And now… NOW! The time has come to open the picnic blanket even wider. To scoot over and pat the empty spots with paws full of welcome. A declaration must be made, loud and clear, like a joyful bark across the valley:

💭 HURLSTONE IS LOOKING FOR NEW FAMILY MEMBERS! 🔍

                (EARLY TO THE HILL SIBLINGS.)
                    (http://hurlstone.carrd.co/)

—Patchwork Heart Auntie and Uncle Figures born from 1990 to 1997.
—Belly Laugh Siblings born from 1998 to 2007.

This declaration is sealed with ten wagging tails, three nose boops, seven biscuit crumbs, and a glittery crayon heart. Signed by the Council of Paws, under the glowing light of the Breakfast Moon. All are invited. All who laugh without asking why. All who know that happiness is best when shared. No shoes required.

               The Puppies Have Made a Home.
            Now They Want to Make It Yours, Too.

            (https://t.me/+D6-S5TXRk-QyZWFl)
          COME STAY. COME PLAY. COME HOME. 🐾🩵
 

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ㅤ ㅤ SEEKING FOR HEIRLOOM: @EIRLST
ㅤ ㅤ NEXT ROUND OF LEGACIES [..] 📰🔍

Hereabout, our bloodline’s brume in obsidian pawns and bone boards, where gambits weren’t taught but inherited like old-world scripture in veins. The patriarch whispering checkmates beneath predecessor breath as topmost chess player. Timepiece reiterates covenant, enfilade once again. Our family’s dynastic board hungers for new figure, heir to claim and govern the rivalry. Step forward, potential prelate for foreshadower inside covert conclusions, as we looking for:

ㅤㅤ𐂗 AUNTY & UNCLE: Bishop (1996-1999)
ㅤㅤ𐂗 THE OLDEST: Knight (2000-2003)
ㅤㅤ𐂗 THE MIDDLES: Rook (2004-2005)
ㅤㅤ𐂗 THE YOUNGEST: Pawn (2006-2009)

[CLAVICLE BORN | CHEST PLEDGE.] Before ingress, we entreat you towards diaphragmatic consideration of our TAKEN LIST.

Mark this position, O’ tacticians. I step into the ROLE with MUSE + USERNAME at the heart steady. Breath sure, ready to carry out the strategy and step forward as the rightful heir in the next tournament.

So, you’ll know if your direction aligns with ours. Tournament commences anew defending lineage awaits successor, submit form through @EirIstBot.
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