Butterflies and Sorrow

MORROWEN "WENDY" BLACKFYRE

female | 3 years | professor; college of eolas|

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IN ORDER OF IC TIME

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YEAR TWO
[Finished, Ongoing, Dead]

Jack In the backgreen [Herbology Class]; Arythmetik, Kylar and Anthe
Learn something new everyday; Arythmetik
Questions Without Answers; Arythmetik

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M O R R O W E N

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MORROWEN

Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit,

How strange it was, to finally be here. Taking her education dreams into fruition, forcing her mind to expand. Against her family's incredibly out dated beliefs. Women were not just vessels to rear the next generation, no. They were as capable-if not more so-of greatness, just like males.

As the moonlight poured through the open widows and hallowed halls, Wendy allowed herself to be embraced by the tender light. It caressed and touched her dark cheeks, seeping over her navy fur, providing a sense of calm. In these quiet moments, she could truly reflect. Praise and congratulate herself on how far she had truly come. A Junior Professor. Doing what no one in her family said she could.

But did she miss them? Should she? Part of her was scared, perhaps concerned at the apathy that showed when she thought of them. They were 'naught but ghosts, fragments of voices. Nothing but whispers of the past... good. Let them stay that way!

Taking in the crisp, night air a small and genuine smile played upon delicate lips.

Yeah, she was home.

@Arythmetik

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How strange it was, to finally be <I>here</i>. Taking her education dreams into fruition, forcing her mind to expand. Against her family's incredibly <i>out dated</i> beliefs. Women were not just vessels to rear the next generation, no. They were as capable-if not more so-of greatness, just like males.

As the moonlight poured through the open widows and hallowed halls, Wendy allowed herself to be embraced by the tender light. It caressed and touched her dark cheeks, seeping over her navy fur, providing a sense of calm. In these quiet moments, she could truly reflect. Praise and congratulate herself on how far she had truly come. A Junior Professor. Doing what no one in her family said she could.

But did she miss them? Should she? Part of her was scared, perhaps concerned at the apathy that showed when she thought of them. They were 'naught but ghosts, fragments of voices. Nothing but whispers of the past... good. Let them stay that way!

Taking in the crisp, night air a small and genuine smile played upon delicate lips.

Yeah, she was home.





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I've heard there was a secret chord That David played and it pleased the Lord But you don't really care for music, do you? It goes like this: the fourth, the fifth The minor fall, the major lift The baffled king composing Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Your faith was strong but you needed proof You saw her bathing on the roof Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you She tied you to a kitchen chair She broke your throne, she cut your hair And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Maybe I've been here before I know this room, I've walked this floor I used to live alone before I knew you I've seen your flag on the marble arch Love is not a victory march It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah There was a time you let me know What's real and going on below But now you never show it to me, do you? And remember when I moved in you The holy dark was moving too And every breath we drew was Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Maybe there's a god above And all I ever learned from love Was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you It's not a cry you can hear at night It's not somebody who's seen the light It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah