TEST DRIVE MEME

[fairyfoes]

TEST DRIVE MEME

Considering apping to EACHDRAIDH? Why not give the setting a test run here! OPTIONAL SCENARIOS 01. ARRIVING IN THE DRABWURLD. The grand feast is held in the Eaglais clearing. The food is good, the music is sweet, and the evening is lit by gentle fairy lights. All Shardbearers of all courts are summoned here under a universal truce for the evening. Nature itself has shaped itself into tables, chairs, and long couches so that the new guests can rest. When they’re ready to call it a night, Shardbearers are brought to their court strongholds in a one-way trip by fairies and imps. 02. NETWORK Take advantage of your Locket! The network can be accessed by any Shardbearer with a locket or shardless characters with enchanted devices, and is a quick way to meet new people and discuss the state of the world. 03. WILDCARD. Your own scenario! Explore the Drabwurld! There are lots of places to go, and plenty of trouble to get into in them!

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( the guilt is hers, the responsibility; if she had allowed him to stay with her as he'd wanted to, she could have protected him. she could have stopped from insisting that he leave to help, could have let him stay with her and allowed them to protect each other, to allow them both to live. instead she had forced him to go, had insisted upon it, and the time between then and now were the seconds, minutes, hours that she counted in the back of her mind; a constant increasing number reminding her of his absence.

when he moves closer to her, reaches for her, she remains stationary, hands hovering at her sides; she'd like to touch him, to curl her finger into his shirt, to do something, but she can't help but think as soon as they touch, this moment will be lost, and he will disappear. it leaves her with her breath shaking, hands trembling at her sides, and it's only when his fingers ghost against her cheek that the tears fall hot down her cheeks. she lifts one of her hands then, overlapping his to press his palm to her cheek, to turn her face into it and stay there.

the silence might stretch, but it doesn't stop them from conversing. her fingers curl around his hand, I missed you, tears smearing from her cheek to his palm, I'm sorry, and the touch is ultimately abandoned in order to throw herself bodily into his chest, arms wrapping tight around his shoulders; stay. )