insp. by this post by @bladeofavernus ♡ / (Shauna Barbosa, Cape Verdean Blues)

AN INSPIRED DECLARATION, BARDIC COLLEGE OF FOCHLUCAN. I honestly thought my time as an artist had come to an end and all hope for further inspiration was gone. I come from months of fruitless research and abandoned music sheets, any spark of creativity flickering and dying by the time my fingers touched the strings. I was lost and couldn't find my way back home when suddenly, destiny came knocking at my door. Quite literally, I may add. I went to stay at my aunt's cottage outside of the city to see if some peace and quite would do my muse any good and I had the fortuitous chance of offering shelter to a group of weary travelers. They surely were a lively bunch and while I had fun entertaining guests after such a long time spent alone, Tymora's gentle hand came to save me under the guise of a young couple of most curious nature. A tiefling and a devil, by all means a nightmarish union if you were to give the rumors any credits and yet. They spent the night sitting quietly next to each other, letting the others take turns in keeping the conversation alive. I didn't mean to pry but I was mesmerized by the softness of their touches, the tenderness of their gaze. At some point during the night, the young man drifted off to sleep leaning against the girl's shoulder, she raised a hand to caress his scarred face with such unmistakable devotion it almost moved me to tears. It reminded me why I started composing in the first place: to wonder about the nature of simple things like love and companionship. If I ever see them again, I hope they'll know this song is for them.

tavs/durges + classes and subclasses

MOTHER EARTH, HEAR ME. GRANT ME WRATH.

What am I to you? Ah, how to answer a question with as many layers as that?

A NOTE, ATTACHED TO THE TALONS OF A MESSANGER BLUEBIRD.

High Druid, I remember when you told me the story of how I was found: alone in the forest, defenseless against the cold and creatures who roamed freely all around me. And yet no harm had befallen me as I slept, a mere babe who you then took in as if your own. You were always so sure it was Silvanus who protected me that night, who gave me the strength to grow up to see the beauties of this world, the wonders of nature. Now I'm sure I was blessed back then, just so that I could be here, trapped under an endless night sky, nature's song sounding discordant and wrong to my hears and yet, unafraid. I've found so much resilience in my travels, so much faith and bravery. I keep between my fingers the seedlings of a love so pure I feel almost undeserving of it. I hope the Oak Father will watch over me one more time, as I try my best to let it blossom into something as beautiful as his creations.

Thinking of you and the others, always. Yours, Nimue.