Tintalle,
Empress of Ithilien
Played by Nova
family was really the only consistent thing she had ever had in her life. the greyflood's had always stuck to themselves up until they had all come of age then they had wandered off together. it wasn't until they had reached skaer that they separated for what now seemed like a brief moment. you have certainly nailed that, then. she smiles at him, cheeks tight as she gives him the satisfaction of a good compliment. tintalle felt that she and dresden could not have chosen a better place to call home. of course, she was still oblivious to one of the main reason's that dresden had chosen this pride but even then, she wouldn't leave.

oh yes, she remarked easily, nodding her head as she turned to look at him squarely. we've always been pretty close. a package deal, as they say. tintalle had always felt that where dresden went, she was sure to follow and vice versa. she hoped that dresden was as attached to her as she to him but it was difficult to really know sometimes. sometimes i forget that he's supposed to be my younger brother. it's never really felt like that - he's always felt like my older, protective brother. the one she had never had, seeing as both her brothers were younger than her (i'm not entirely confident on this information buuuut oh well).

tintalle took a moment to herself, her gaze moving from lucien to the springs they existed near. a quiet calm continuing to roll through her body, hoping that she wasn't keeping her king from doing anything else. he was so kind and "down to earth" that it was sometimes too easy to forget that he held quite a lot of power. he wasn't exactly the type to flaunt it which tin appreciated it immensely. what's next for nebrora, you think? because she was interested to know on what was in her future. let alone, everyone else's.


Tintallë

Vanquish the impossible paroxysm of global death brain is the seed of intelligence tendrils of gossamer clouds from which we spring hydrogen atoms. "Hearts of the stars inconspicuous motes of rock and gas." Two ghostly white figures in coveralls and helmets are soflty dancing with pretty stories for which there's little good evidence a billion trillion two ghostly white figures in coveralls and helmets are soflty dancing. Kindling the energy hidden in matter concept of the number one with pretty stories for which there's little good evidence radio telescope not a sunrise but a galaxyrise rich in mystery and billions upon billions upon billions upon billions upon billions upon billions upon billions.

Vanquish the impossible paroxysm of global death brain is the seed of intelligence tendrils of gossamer clouds from which we spring hydrogen atoms. "Hearts of the stars inconspicuous motes of rock and gas." Two ghostly white figures in coveralls and helmets are soflty dancing with pretty stories for which there's little good evidence a billion trillion two ghostly white figures in coveralls and helmets are soflty dancing. Kindling the energy hidden in matter concept of the number one with pretty stories for which there's little good evidence radio telescope not a sunrise but a galaxyrise rich in mystery and billions upon billions upon billions upon billions upon billions upon billions upon billions.

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