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"Shoplifting"? Sure, I picked the damn thing up, isn't that what normal customers do, look at the goods before they buy things? Not that I was going to buy it anyway, it was a bowl, why would I want a bowl? I had enough in my backpack as it was. Still, either way, here I am, in the Imperial City dungeon.
The only other prisoner in this wing seems to be an old Dark Elf, right across the hall from me. Piercing red eyes, just like the rest of them, about all that's intimidating on him though, the guards clearly haven't been feeding him very well, he's skeletal.
"Well now, a pretty little Wood Elf. You're a little far from the forest, huh? Looks like your days of woodland frolicking have come to a tragic end. To go from the gladed realm of Valenwood to a rat-infested hole like this... how very sad. Those walls must feel like they're closing in on you. Pretty soon you'll go mad, and the guards will cut your throat just to stop the ranting."
Ha, "Ranting"? the only o
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
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