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Lady Skysinger {Sea Shanties} | Forum

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Yssadora Skysinger
Yssadora Skysinger Dec 11 '18

"There's a war coming little one. Tell me, will you die for me?"

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Colme Blackveil
Colme Blackveil Dec 12 '18
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Yssadora Skysinger
Yssadora Skysinger Dec 18 '18

Quote from Caedun A chilly evening.

The soft, quiet notes of the piano washed over the Lady Skysinger as she sat in her most precious of spaces: her embroidery room. It was the one space that was hers, and hers alone. No pets, no friends, no lovers had ever crossed the threshold. This was her space. Her time.


A cool evening breeze rustled the long lace curtains framing the arch top windows, raising gooseflesh on her bare arms. Her head was bowed in concentration, bright gold eyes studying the cloth carefully as she worked. Her lips pursed as she tied off the final stitch, casting a critical eye to the handkerchief. The cream linen was decorated with a delicate border stitched in bright blue thread, and with a nod of satisfaction Lady Skysinger set it back on the table.


Her chair scraped gently across the smooth floor as she rose to stand at the window. Eyes closed, she breathed deeply of the night’s chill scent. She shivered as the breeze caressed her skin, a smile forming as she did so, pleased with her evening’s work.


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The Forum post is edited by Yssadora Skysinger Dec 18 '18
Yssadora Skysinger
Yssadora Skysinger Dec 18 '18

Quote from Iyeris of the Black Tide

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It was a peaceful morning. The rising sun illuminated the sky, the colours bleeding into and reflecting off the water. Síocháin hooting at her mistress, had taken off for one last flight in the early morning light, Yssadora watching the light dancing off her purple and gold plumage until she was too small to make out. Turning from the water, Yssadoa took a deep breath of the salty sea air and drew the flannel blanket tighter around her shoulders. The breeze off the water was cool, and as she stood on the deck of The Nights Rose, she found herself wishing she was still wrapped up in its Captain’s arms.


Silvanesti Dawnforge. A remarklable elf, as tall as she was fair. Over strong wine of Silvanesti’s own making, the Captain had invited Yssadora to her ship. And so there she was, chilled by the early morning air, and warmed by the Captain’s affections the night before. A brief moment of respite before the world continued its demands of them. Until then, at least, she had the sea, her Captain, and Síocháin.


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The Forum post is edited by Yssadora Skysinger Dec 18 '18
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