Forwarded from Mansion of Shien: Fellowship Of The Fallen.
Some mornings become memorable not because of the place, but because of the people beside you. βοΈππ»ββππ»
This morning felt unexpectedly refreshing. Sethlore's Wonyoung was already full of energy from the start, while Stahlbaum's Jeemin kept talking about her new pink jacket even during the jog as if breathing wasn't necessary. Visnja's Haerin and Sveic's Woonhak spent most of the time laughing over random things, making the atmosphere feel lighter, while Walst's Ohyul and Shien's Haum simply followed along, occasionally throwing in comments that somehow made everyone laugh. Between the cool morning breeze, sleepy faces, and footsteps filling the quiet streets, today's jog felt less like exercise and more like a small memory worth keeping. π©Ά
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Forwarded from WYRMHARROW: The Moonwrought Lineage.
In a quiet afternoon stitched with laughter and scattered puzzle pieces, Wyrmharrow's Sangwon, Arclaine's Sangwon, Stahlbaum's Sangwon, Bellinors's Sangwon, Heishi's Sangwon, Nethers's Sangwon, Clovendorf's Sangwon, Morthen's Sangwon, and Nyx's Sangwon gathered like noble wanderers on a quest most peculiar. Their grand mission was neither dragon-slaying nor kingdom-saving, but bravely assembling troublesome puzzles while constructing tiny obstacle courses that seemed determined to defeat them at every turn.
Beside them sat young Wyrmharrow's Sanghyeon, the little prince of chaos, whose delighted giggles echoed through the room like bells upon a spring breeze. Between every victorious puzzle piece came handfuls of snacks, stolen bites of mochi, and dramatic declarations of exhaustion from heroes who had accomplished absolutely nothing productive. Yet in that sweet kingdom of crumbs and laughter, even the most impossible puzzle felt easy, provided there was enough mochi to fuel the adventure.
Beside them sat young Wyrmharrow's Sanghyeon, the little prince of chaos, whose delighted giggles echoed through the room like bells upon a spring breeze. Between every victorious puzzle piece came handfuls of snacks, stolen bites of mochi, and dramatic declarations of exhaustion from heroes who had accomplished absolutely nothing productive. Yet in that sweet kingdom of crumbs and laughter, even the most impossible puzzle felt easy, provided there was enough mochi to fuel the adventure.
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