The Poet's Links
It’s nice to have somewhere to stay. The shrine is her home now. She only wishes she wasn’t as frail..
Fickle girl. Don't forget, you have your own responsibilities.
“Ah, looks like you pulled a great fortune slip today. Lucky you! Your future is looking up.”
“I wouldn’t really consider myself a lucky person…. But maybe. Maybe today, things are going to different.”
Poor Poet. Got quite the earful about this one. In her defense, the victor was set from the start.
Easy pickings- ha, what a pushover! Literally. Got away by pushing her down the stairs.
There will come a solider/Who carries a mighty sword…
He will tear your city down, oh lei, oh lai, oh Lord . . .
There will come a ruler/Who’s brow is laid in thorn…
Smeared with oil like David's boy, oh lei, oh lai, oh Lord . . .
Ah, she feels inspiration coming in… maybe something written in 6 and 8?
Fellow shrine maidens. Although Lily is better at the whole intimidation thing, she actually likes to hear Poet’s writing.
Penny’s resolve and warmth reminds her of an old friend. Ah.. won’t the sun stay for a moment longer?
You deserve better…
Quiet, a faded voice in the background. Poet hopes she finds strength, as she once had.
Oh, ava's been there. stuck at the bottom, afraid with nowhere to go- really she knows the feeling. She hopes the woman's able to find her footing. She deserves a little boost, especially considering the smoking gun she unwittingly provided them
A gilded heart, a smile of silver. It rings… familiar. My, what tricks lie up your sleeve?
While Poet can't say she quite understands the reverence towards The Founder that others hold, she admires the way that bountiful gardens remains as a haven for the people of Saffron. Her ideals were admirable. A voice of love, to her people. ...There's a part of Poet that wonders if She felt the same. How did they look upon Her, when She had nothing left to give?