ㅤ chilly.. ( shivering, pulling her jacket over herself. ) ㅤ

ㅤ ( fishing ... ) ㅤ

ㅤ ( cooking herself some breakfast ! ) good morning, good morning. ㅤ

ㅤ ( returning the smile with her own. a sweet and gentle smile with the shine of a calming moonlight. ) allow me some time. i will return. ( she gives a singular curt nod before retreating . . . ) . . . ( she then returns, a chilled glass containing a pale yellow liquid in hand. - - ㅤ

ㅤ ( she listens, eyes shying their stare towards the sand. honestly, she might cry. not out of pain, but out of pure embarrassment. ) "well, thank you. i appreciate you doing that for me.." ( she picks herself up gracefully and proper, taking her straw hat and placing it atop her head. ) - - ㅤ

ㅤ ( emelie isn’t one to drink, though she does possess rum in her home for more ‘medicinal’ purposes. ) perhaps i could provide a drink, if that really is what you’re after. ‘suckers’ tend to overstay their welcome, they can be annoying… ㅤ

ㅤ it depends on the favor, my love. ( the ferrywoman tips her straw hat upwards to better see the other. ) what do you need? ㅤ

ㅤ ( fishing … ) ㅤ

ㅤ ( simply watching as she falls ... ) ( sighing. a blanket materializes above the elf mage, gently falling on top of her and enveloping her completely. ) sleep well. ㅤ

ㅤ i think you should lie down first, at least. i don't have the energy to catch you if you fall... ㅤ

ㅤ then why not take a rest? ㅤ

ㅤ rubbing her eyes .. sleepy . ㅤ

‎ . . . ? ? ? ‎

‎ ( it wouldn't be instantaneous, but emelie would eventually come to. her eyes flutter open, squinting at the moon's light. she places a hand on top of her forehead before her eyes would finally focus, looking to fae. ) "ah, hello,," ( her voice is soft, almost timid. quiet and barely - - ‎

‎ ( the wind gently blows as the ferrywoman ties her boat down to her makeshift dock. she hums to herself, taking her time tying the rope into a strong knot. ) ( she chirps in success as she stands. she really hadn't been feeling too great on her voyage, assuming it's her illness.. - - ‎

‎ ( though rare for the ferrywoman, she is not immune to injuries. when it happens, she finds it rather embarrassing. a gentle and cautious entity like her shouldn't end up hurting herself. ) ( but unfortunately, that's exactly what she did. her own mistake had caused a large open gash - - ‎

‎ the river is calm ... good things are coming, i think. ‎

‎ . . . ‎

ㅤ sl / solo . ㅤ

ㅤ bandwagons . ㅤ

ㅤ grimoire . ㅤ

ㅤ 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 . ㅤ

ㅤ im bored … ㅤ

ㅤ hmmm ~ 🎵 ( taking a brush and dragging it across the canvas. ) the air is less.. deadly. today. it must be a lucky one. ㅤ

ㅤ the waters are calm today .. ㅤ

ㅤ paint it black. ㅤ

muse .

mun .