Lord's Rest Inn

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Nature will live on forever, after all, it's hard to imagine life without it. From every flower, to every blade of grass. The trees cannot live without the soil, just like how the world cannot live without nature. 

A procession makes it's way though the forest. A woman sits up on the back of a white furred elk with glowing horns. She is beautiful to the eyes of anyone who looks upon her, her long, raven black hair is done up in a French twist, her crimson red eyes are flecked with green, her skin is as pale as snow. She wears an elegant black dress with gold edges that glints in the sunlight. She wears a pair of thorny vine bracelets around her delicate wrists.

Her ensemble follows her, knights, elves, and animals of every kind. 

 Out of the water walks an ancient being. With raven black hair, pale white skin, and blood red eyes, it is a being of extremes. Dressed in armor half real half ceremonial, they follow the procession from a distance. Lazarus has returned from their slumber 

 She tilts her head and smiles "Do my eyes deceive me? Lazarus?"

 They nod, kneeling. “Indeed. I have decided to return.”

 She smiles and jumps off the elk, hugging him happily. "Tis good to see you my friend!"

They stand, their cold body hugging her back. “Spring has cometh again?”

 She jumps up and down like an excited child. "Indeed, the warmer weather woke me up."

 “You seem very fresh. Does your mental state depend on the years progression?”

 "Indeed it does." She tilts her head, smirking "So very smart."

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 He sighs. He doesn't run, doesn't draw a weapon. He just waits.

 The two knights stand before him. "Her majesty would like to see you."

 "As a noble family myself, I would hate to keep her waiting." He lets them lead the way.

(That's not a typo)

 They nod and lead them to her.

 He kneels, but doesn't say anything.

 She watches them for a moment before slipping off the back of her elk. She makes her way to them and kneels down "hello dear."

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 "Indeed it does." She tilts her head, smirking "So very smart."

 Lazarus is solemn. “May I smile or do you still insist that I only do so when I ‘naturally’ do so?”

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Nature will live on forever, after all, it's hard to imagine life without it. From every flower, to every blade of grass. The trees cannot live without the soil, just like how the world cannot live without nature. 

A procession makes it's way though the forest. A woman sits up on the back of a white furred elk with glowing horns. She is beautiful to the eyes of anyone who looks upon her, her long, raven black hair is done up in a French twist, her crimson red eyes are flecked with green, her skin is as pale as snow. She wears an elegant black dress with gold edges that glints in the sunlight. She wears a pair of thorny vine bracelets around her delicate wrists.

Her ensemble follows her, knights, elves, and animals of every kind. 

 *ooo, I dunno if I should bring in my mage slayer or zenix*

 *Both would be hilarious.*

 A murder of ravens has gathered in the trees, following Yuri

In the distance, a leatherclad figure watches, the glint of silver tipped crossbow bolts in the spring sun

 Yuri watches the ravens, a smile on her face. She waved to them before turning to the scent of silver in the air. She narrows her eyes at the figure, baring sharp teeth.

 One or two ravens slit down to her mount, chirping happily 

The man tilts his head, hands calmly loading one of the bolts into his wristbow

*open chars?*

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 "Indeed it does." She tilts her head, smirking "So very smart."

 Lazarus is solemn. “May I smile or do you still insist that I only do so when I ‘naturally’ do so?”

 "I would prefer natural, when you are happy." She said and chuckled, hugging him again.