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Current Novus date and time is

▶ Year || 503
▶ Season || Fall
▶ Temp || 35℉ (℃) - 69℉ (℃)
▶ Weather || Summer's iron grip has slowly faded into the gentler Fall embrace. The morning dew frosts over in the early morning hours and melts by the time the sun hits high in the sky. Many of the trees have traded their lush, vivid green for a more suitable array of red and orange hues. But don't blink, for Winter's cold embrace is fast upon Fall's heels.


Character of the Season

Member of the Season

Thread of the Season
r.i.p. to my youth;

Pair of the Season
Atreus and Fiona

Quote of the Season
"Are there lines she's crossing? Should she toe them or touch them with a pole and stay away wholly? But to avoid such a storm he offers, such a taste of life; to withhold herself from the chance to taste starlight, to love satin and silk and swallow pomegranate seeds not yet offered... She should be stronger." — Moira in
Small as a wish in a well

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El Toro — Day Court Soldier Signos: 15
▶ Played by Muirgen [PM] Posts: 52 — Threads: 9
▶ Male [He/Him/His] Hth: 7 — Atk: 13 — Exp: 14
▶ 7 [Year 496 Summer] Active Magic: N/A
▶ 17.2 hh Bonded: N/A
period / one blue egg all summer long / now gone

He disagreed with her even as she spoke so sweetly, no, not everyone, Isra, that can’t be right - but she wraps herself around him and some sorry whine escapes his throat like a wounded pup but he is so hurt and tired he cannot summon enough pride to argue it. 

But she continues the story, and for that he is grateful. There was something in her words that was beautiful like spring or the silver line of dusk on the horizon or the glow of a cloud’s fluff, but the story she told sounded bitter for all her lilting words. My heart aches too, he thinks, but the words were faded like an old memory or last night’s dream, his eyes drooping as the wind flutters the dying leaves and Isra whispers of the shallow ocean, the marsh - and silence. 

But there is something strange about heartbreak.

Toro almost feels like he knows what it is. Almost, almost - and his thoughts fade into the dark with the mountain night and he does not know the answer, only sleep.

@Isra and fin! greeeeat sweet thread <3 Birds Punctuate the Days

"What I say,"

What I think,
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