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I mean far be it from me to cause more
drama in this family full of
pretentious princes but I think I
could solve our cash flow
problem if you lot would STOP
KILLING MY BUSINESS PARTNERS.
- Morifinwë ‘Caranthir’ Carnistir, to his brothers, cousins, and assorted followers, the Silmarillion, on more than one occasion.
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Date: 2021-04-15 03:46 pm (UTC)Her prickly husband was just...delayed. Even after she knew he'd died - she knew, for she watched the tapestries unfold as they were woven and displayed around the Halls.
It's one of the newest tapestries that she's plopped herself down before that she has the impression of running feet heading her way. The sense that she needs to follow...as they run right past her. She'd know that form anywhere. Eyes snapping in annoyance, she pushes herself into a run - familiar enough by now to know she just has to wish to be fast enough to be fast enough.
"Get back here" she snarls. As if she's not worried over her Caranthir's behavior. "Don't make me grab you by the ear." because she will.
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Date: 2021-04-16 02:12 pm (UTC)"Haleth? What are you doing here?"