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		<title><![CDATA[Court of the Fallen - Miana Pool]]></title>
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			<title><![CDATA[fight for the things that crack light into your life]]></title>
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			<pubDate>Sat, 20 Jun 2026 12:38:22 -0600</pubDate>
			<dc:creator><![CDATA[<a href="https://cotf-rpg.com/member.php?action=profile&uid=136">Melita</a>]]></dc:creator>
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			<description><![CDATA[Rather than stick to the bonfires and beaches, Melita sequestered them closer to the tranquil Miana Pool; boasting its edges with an array of colorful lanterns she’d managed to snag and sort through, impressed with the array of hues brought to flame. Placing them along the water’s edge, amidst the endless evening, at least left a serene aspect rather than the restless toils curled under her pulse like a sleeping lion; ready to snap and claw at the slightest provocation.<br />
<br />
Half-tempted as she was to mire away at current matters, the reality was that she couldn’t do anything about the situation at hand until LongNight was over. There’d be no calling to Safrin amongst the dirges, and she wouldn’t be able to find Ludo until then. No use in scrambling through undergrowth or clambering on edges of potential – so her attention was occupied by Iskra, as it probably should’ve been all along.<br />
<br />
Laid across the massive towel in her Ludo-embossed bikini, swinging her legs back and forth, she aimed to relish the twilight and him, salty breeze clambering over and around, waiting for him to settle before she rolled over to her bag. Fangorn grumbled out of the way, and she tossed him and Sila (on guard, perched upon a favored, flattened rock) a treat before she started to unfurl any manner of mischief towards Halovian reaches. [say]“I got you something~,”[/say] she sing-songed, leaving it to his curiosity as she began pulling fabric out of the tote.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[Rather than stick to the bonfires and beaches, Melita sequestered them closer to the tranquil Miana Pool; boasting its edges with an array of colorful lanterns she’d managed to snag and sort through, impressed with the array of hues brought to flame. Placing them along the water’s edge, amidst the endless evening, at least left a serene aspect rather than the restless toils curled under her pulse like a sleeping lion; ready to snap and claw at the slightest provocation.<br />
<br />
Half-tempted as she was to mire away at current matters, the reality was that she couldn’t do anything about the situation at hand until LongNight was over. There’d be no calling to Safrin amongst the dirges, and she wouldn’t be able to find Ludo until then. No use in scrambling through undergrowth or clambering on edges of potential – so her attention was occupied by Iskra, as it probably should’ve been all along.<br />
<br />
Laid across the massive towel in her Ludo-embossed bikini, swinging her legs back and forth, she aimed to relish the twilight and him, salty breeze clambering over and around, waiting for him to settle before she rolled over to her bag. Fangorn grumbled out of the way, and she tossed him and Sila (on guard, perched upon a favored, flattened rock) a treat before she started to unfurl any manner of mischief towards Halovian reaches. [say]“I got you something~,”[/say] she sing-songed, leaving it to his curiosity as she began pulling fabric out of the tote.]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[the more enlightened]]></title>
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			<pubDate>Thu, 05 Mar 2026 15:00:16 -0700</pubDate>
			<dc:creator><![CDATA[<a href="https://cotf-rpg.com/member.php?action=profile&uid=86">Deimos</a>]]></dc:creator>
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			<description><![CDATA[After several weeks and no answer from Ru, that cold, unsettling dread crept down his spine. No matter how many times he’d read the letter, or waited for a response, the apprehension never lessened, contorting in its own web of gnarled knots and roots, taking a firm hold in his ribcage. Foreboding always had a home there; nested and broken. He’d had aspirations and ambitions alongside her own; that she’d be fine amidst King’s End, that she’d grow and prosper, that there would be the promise laden between her thoughts of the Flood and all they could conquer. And despite every single one of his doubts, and their arguments, off she’d gone – and here they were once more. Wading around, catching a spiral of tethers and lines, with the Sword trying to chase down paths and clues.<br />
<br />
For his part, he wondered if she’d been purposefully avoiding him. Granting a notice of life, then nothing more. And <i>that</I> was an irritating combination that nagged and nestled too, so as he took to Torchline, presuming she’d met up with Flora, it began a restless arch in the back of his mind. He knew better though. If she didn’t want to be found, she seemed to know the exact way to evade.<br />
<br />
Going through the marketplace had strung together a few glimpses here and there, so by midafternoon he’d settled beside the Miana Pool, ignoring the beckoning, clouding skies overhead, not entirely impressed with the promise of screams once more. Head down, he sat upon one of the larger stones, rustling through his parchment and crossing off portions and places already visited. Permitting himself to add what little notes he could, he sighed, rubbing at the back of his neck where the frustration and trepidation were beginning to seethe.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[After several weeks and no answer from Ru, that cold, unsettling dread crept down his spine. No matter how many times he’d read the letter, or waited for a response, the apprehension never lessened, contorting in its own web of gnarled knots and roots, taking a firm hold in his ribcage. Foreboding always had a home there; nested and broken. He’d had aspirations and ambitions alongside her own; that she’d be fine amidst King’s End, that she’d grow and prosper, that there would be the promise laden between her thoughts of the Flood and all they could conquer. And despite every single one of his doubts, and their arguments, off she’d gone – and here they were once more. Wading around, catching a spiral of tethers and lines, with the Sword trying to chase down paths and clues.<br />
<br />
For his part, he wondered if she’d been purposefully avoiding him. Granting a notice of life, then nothing more. And <i>that</I> was an irritating combination that nagged and nestled too, so as he took to Torchline, presuming she’d met up with Flora, it began a restless arch in the back of his mind. He knew better though. If she didn’t want to be found, she seemed to know the exact way to evade.<br />
<br />
Going through the marketplace had strung together a few glimpses here and there, so by midafternoon he’d settled beside the Miana Pool, ignoring the beckoning, clouding skies overhead, not entirely impressed with the promise of screams once more. Head down, he sat upon one of the larger stones, rustling through his parchment and crossing off portions and places already visited. Permitting himself to add what little notes he could, he sighed, rubbing at the back of his neck where the frustration and trepidation were beginning to seethe.]]></content:encoded>
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