Weary eyed, the traveler finally takes a seat upon a haybale... It's been a *very* busy morning.

✨ The sun rises in the East and sets in the West, yet its journey knows no borders. Like us, it keeps returning—changed, but never lost. We carry our pasts, not as burdens, but as roots. And from them, we rise—each step forward a quiet promise: we remember, and we begin again

Boiling in the sauna...

I am not that great with writing character profiles, but I gave it a shot regardless. (Link directs to a Google doc) #FE3H #Fireemblemthreehouses #FE3HOC #FEOC #FERP docs.google.com/document/d/1...

He could sense that she was far from a normal Merc. She lacks the grizzle and noticeable pension for poison that most mercs seem to have. "And is that what you're doing now? Traveling about, pursuing activities just as they are?", he asks.

✨ I will be working on much needed replies tomorrow.

Drawing a picture of you...

✨ Working long slave hours. Earning that Niko ref sheet, will reply when I can!

I will be in the artist corridor for Fire Emblem Con this year! It will be my first year involved in a con at all and I'm pretty excited. Everything starts tomorrow May 1st and will run until May4th. I'll be around for most of it with my commissions opening up tomorrow. Hope to see you there! ✨🐛

Curious eyes watching her go, he listens intently. Her poetic words seem to strike a *deep* chord with him. "Perhaps just that... And when we next meet, I hope we appreciate this moment just as much." A thankful smile slips onto his face. "By that time, I will be sure to wear a few ink-stains,

̶"̶T̶h̶o̶u̶ ̶a̶r̶t̶ ̶s̶o̶ ̶d̶e̶e̶p̶l̶y̶ ̶e̶n̶t̶o̶m̶b̶e̶d̶ ̶w̶i̶t̶h̶i̶n̶ ̶t̶h̶i̶n̶e̶ ̶o̶w̶n̶ ̶a̶r̶s̶e̶ ̶t̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶w̶o̶r̶l̶d̶ ̶b̶e̶y̶o̶n̶d̶ ̶i̶s̶ ̶b̶u̶t̶ ̶a̶ ̶f̶o̶r̶g̶o̶t̶t̶e̶n̶ ̶d̶r̶e̶a̶m̶.̶"̶ That's another drafted letter to Count Gloucester tossed into the garbage.

Thea and I are starting a podcast where we talk about the intertwined history of music and horses.

✨ Pondering making a canon account...

He lets a small chuckle free,.a. nervous hand runs along his neck once again. "I apparently forgot how to say 'dear', myself. I'd say you're doing just fine." He settles a little, feeling much more comfortable. - "It's a pleasant change to sally forth in search for knowledge, not for the next +

👤: Of Flowers and Mocha 📱Ah! That's a Lipizzaner if I've ever seen one! 📱Such an amazing photo! 📱Hold on, you're intoxicated, aren't you?

Someone drew what I assumed to be an alcohol-driven sketch of a horse on my door last night...

She's at first met by a raised eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. "And not a companion of yours in sight... I've read that gunslingers seldom travel alone." He'd never have guessed her to be a Merc simply going by looks alone. "If that's true, that is."

"Pondering something?"

Pacing about, fingers glued to his temple... He looks stressed...

Work mode

"A name surely inspired by your smile!" His grip is comfortable, yet firm. "And what does this Maggie Brightstar do?"

Too hot....

"I find rabbits intrinsically terrifying."

He closes his eyes, bearing a delighted smile as he talks. "And yet, bees don't seem very talkative outside the realms of fiction." For a moment, he shyly rubs his neck as she recognizes him. "It's been many moons, no? I wish my life was as interesting as galloping off into the sunset..."

"I don't believe we have." He offers her an open hand to shake. "Pleased to meet you, I'm Nikolaos von Terrowyn!"

"Sing with me!" Another commission done for @teller0ftales.bsky.social #fireemblem | #fireemblemdorothea

"I'm not a bee, am I?" Arms spread wide, he looks over himself in a humorous manner. "It appears not, though you've read me straight like a novel. I'm hoping to find a 'special' bouquet for someone, to show them my appreciation." He takes a hopeless look at the vast variety of flowers. "I fear

Emir bit another stable hand today.

A starter for @starlightflorist.bsky.social ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ So the winter snow recedes, and the warmth of a long-needed spring returns life to Leicester. As flowers bloom and wildlife returns to the woods, the Day of Devotion draws near. A fact which Nikolaos is quite nervous about.

No, I'm the one staring, arnt I.

You're staring...

So, this is how it feels to be a year older.

Indeed. tis not bitter at all?

"Yes? You wanted to see me?"

For sure, if you'd like a cup. Here, try it.

A cup of freshly-brewed coffee may help with that!

"It's not often I have the pleasure to meet such a decorated hero."

𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝, 𝐁𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐄𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐖𝐞𝐬𝐭, 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐏𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐅𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞.

"𝓘 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓶 𝓫𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓰𝓸𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓷. 𝓝𝓸𝓽 𝓫𝔂 𝓱𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂, 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓫𝔂 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮."

Owls flying to and fro, an endless stream of letters coming in. They're outgoing just as fast! Ever since I took over that man's correspondence, I haven't had a single evening of free time... 😓

"Have you anything interesting in that bag of yours?" The book is still on his face.

"They are elite soldiers, yes. It's a common sight to see archers riding atop their wyverns, raining steel on poor footmen below."

Napping underneath a tree... An open book draped over his face.

"Fortunately, wyverns in my world are little compared to their cousins in other realms... You oft have to worry about their riders instead."

"Riding one-? I couldn't myself. Heights are not a specialty of mine... They are quite nice to look at, though. That is when they are not spitting fire your way."

"Majestic beasts, are they not? They're near inescapable out east in Almyra."

It's becoming far too hot to wear these robes anymore.

Out looking for inspiration for the next story.

Never forget what truly matters in this world. Family, the one were born with or the one we find along the way.

"So, it's a more intellect-based skill than a divine one. That makes far more sense."