//I’ve had some personal problems so I might vanish for a few days…

For Halloween I might dress up as the scariest person I know, too! It’s either mom or Auntie Lippe…

I don’t like making you guys upset because you’re both really scary then.

But being afraid of disappointing you made me such a good dancer!

Well, it reminded me to practice. My motivation in asking you to teach me, though…-that I’ll take to my grave.

…-There’s someone I always want to smile. They always smiled when we were learning to ballroom dance together.

//I’m at the movies so byeee,,

//WHY LIN

//JUST DM ME A BIT OF WHAT YOU ENVISION HER LIKE, AND I WILL,,,

//Okay but now I gotta bounce fr,

I’m gay and need my girlfriends help

//I’m revamping this account I’m She’ll still be Maria, and a Felix kid, but adopted from distant family.

She’s practicing the dance of swords again. She has to get this down, or her instructor won’t be pleased.

//Maria is still the type of girl to wear proper dresses at balls but have a sword beneath her petticoats. That has, and never will, change.

Her scars ache today, but that won’t stop her. She has to be strong enough to protect those she holds dear. Deep breaths, as she falls into the rhythm of steps required for this art. The sword is not a weapon. The sword is a part of her. It moves with her.

Left. Right. Strike. Slash. Elegant, poised, but dangerous. She moves to spin in the finishing bpw, but her foot slides too far once more, and she looses her balance. No. Again.

//Can the phantom notification not

She’s going to keep at this, until her arms are too heavy to carry the sword, her legs too weak to hold her. She made a promise to herself…

//Severely tempted to push myself and make Maria a selective mute. Extreme trauma means she has to grow to like someone before she speaks to them. Mostly it’s sign. The only exception is when she casts faith magic.